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She looked at me with so much longing it only reinforced what I had to do.
I hated it, much more than she ever would. But I knew it had to be done.
I dried her hair next, and she stared at our reflection in the mirror as I wielded the hairdryer clumsily. It made her giggle, and I laughed back. She pressed her ass against my groin and I held her in place with one hand, drying her hair with the other. Pet closed her eyes and nearly purred with pleasure as I did it.
Once I was done with her hair, I blasted the dryer against her skin, and she gasped with pleasure as the hot air blew against her. Neck, chest, down her belly, between her legs. Almost close enough to burn her. And then right next to her skin, enough to make her yelp and smack my hand away.
“You’re crazy,” she told me, and I grinned at her. Her eyes drank me in hungrily. I was still naked, apart from the ring I always wore, and her eyes lingered on it like they had a thousand times before. But it wasn’t time yet, I had to remind myself.
“I want you to get dressed up,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled. “Something you feel really fucking hot in. Really fuckable.”
“Okay,” she said in a small voice. “Are you going to play with me some more?”
I didn’t answer, just touched her skin lightly. She wanted so much more.
“Something really hot,” I told her again. “Something you wouldn’t mind others seeing you in.”
Her eyes were mischievous as she walked past me.
“I’ll be back soon,” she promised, and I stared at her retreating back, pretending the jealousy wasn’t there.
She took fucking ages. So fucking long I’d had three drinks to calm my nerves, and was feeling a little shaky by the time she called out my name.
“I’ll come out now, okay?” she asked.
I turned around on the barstool and stared at the hallway. “Okay, Pet.”
She walked out.
I tried to assess the situation objectively.
Legs for fucking days, her favorite stockings decorating her skin. The ones I’d gotten her from Agent Provocateur. White, with a black top, a line down the backs of her legs and words scribbled alongside it.
Whip me.
Bite me.
Eat me.
Tease me.
An intricate garter belt held her stockings up, with a caged design around her stomach.
A tiny pair of black panties that were completely see-through.
The bra she was wearing didn’t even cover her tits. One of those things that went under them, pushing her nipples up so high she could probably lick them herself.
And heels, the tallest she owned. The red sole winked at me as she spun on her heel.
“Jesus,” I grunted, and finally looked at her face.
Her hair was curled to perfection, every wave in place on her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless. A lot of eyeliner. And pink lips. Her cheeks were pink, too. Not from the makeup, at least it didn’t look that way.
“Fuck. Come here.”
She walked over to me, the perfect mix of shyness and absolute, blinding confidence. She stepped between my legs and I ran my hands down her back.
“You know someone’s gonna see you like that,” I told her gently.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Are we gonna take some pictures?”
Poor little Pet.
“I’ll let you borrow my jacket again,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“Are we going somewhere?” she asked.
“I have to go back to work,” I said, and her expression fell. “I did fucking rush out of there without an explanation, because someone fucking teased me into coming home.”
She gave me a weak little laugh, still looking nervous.
“So where am I going?” she asked me, and I tugged on her curls very gently, so they wouldn’t fall out.
Any man who’d see her like this would want her. Crave her. Need her.
She was beautiful, of-fucking-course. Irresistible. And yet I wanted to strip it all off her, reduce her to a shaky mess again, and taste her tears. I’d have to resist it this time around, though.
“Are you ready for your task?” I asked her, and her shoulders hunched in defeat. “Stand up straight, Pet, I want to see your pretty tits.”
She obeyed, but she was shaking pretty badly.
“Answer me,” I reminded her gently, and she swallowed, hard.
“Yes,” she said in the softest of voices.
“Come on, Pet,” I said. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Master, I’m ready,” she got out, and I stroked her hair, pressing her against my chest.
“Good girl.”
She snuggled against my chest and I let it happen for a few moments before I pulled away.
“Pet,” I said. “You’ll do anything I tell you, right?”
She nodded, her bottom lip trembling. I could tell she knew she wouldn’t like this.
“And you won’t complain,” I went on. “You’ll like it, yes?”
Another weak nod.
“And most of all,” I made her look at me. “You’ll know I’m doing it for you, yeah?”
