AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Not even going to pay for my drink?” she asked indignantly.
“You ain’t been much help,” I said, and she rolled her eyes.
“Fine,” she shrugged. “Leave me here, then. Bye.”
I was going to, but she looked so fucking miserable sitting there I sat back down, even though I should’ve known better.
“What is it about this guy, then?” I asked her. “Why are you both so damn hung up on him?”
“King?” she asked me, and I merely rolled my eyes in response. Such a pretentious fucking name for a rich, spoiled asshole.
“Whatever the fuck he calls himself,” I muttered.
“He’s…” She sighed, trying to find the words. “He’s different. He isn’t the first dominant guy I’ve been with, but he is the most intense.”
“What makes him so special?” I asked.
“Have you seen him?” she giggled. “He’s hot as sin.”
“If you like that kind of thing,” I shrugged.
“What, movie-star looks, expensive suit, dick so big you can barely swallow it?” she raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, you could say I’m into that.”
“What the fuck ever. Think she’d ever leave him?” I wanted to know.
“Sapphire?”
Her name. So pretty.
“No, I doubt it,” she admitted. “I wouldn’t have either.”
“So why are you not with him?” I asked.
“He let me go,” she whispered.
Again, like they were both fucking animals. How this guy had gotten these two women this hung up, I’d never know. Sure, he was a rich fuck, he was a bit kinky, and he liked to give orders… But I was ten times the man he was, and I sure as fuck intended on proving it to sweet little Pet.
Only after having an inner monologue did I notice how hung the girl, Maria, really looked.
“Hey,” I said roughly, nudging her forearm. “You alright?”
“I guess,” she muttered. “Doesn’t really matter.”
“You can’t still like him,” I said, shaking my head. “How long has it been?”
“Just about a year,” she admitted.
“You need to move on,” I told her.
“He has a way of doing this,” she said. “I was almost over it. Almost. But he keeps pulling me the hell back. And I can’t leave, not with him calling and asking for shit…”
“Then cut him off,” I said. “Simple as fucking that.”
“But what about her?” she asked. “What about Sapphire? I’d hurt her. I actually like the girl. Like, a lot.”
She blushed saying that, and I wondered whether there was more to the story. I wanted to find out, but it wasn’t the time to ask.
“You need to move on,” I told her again. “Cut him off. Screw him. I can let you know what’s going on with her, if you’d like.”
“Oh, so I’m no longer the one who’s in the clique,” she laughed. “Suddenly I need your help?”
“You might just,” I winked at her, scribbling my number on a paper napkin. “Call me if you need me, sweetheart.”
I threw some money on the table and she stared as I waved her off.
The girl was stupid. Every man in that bar only had eyes for her, and she was hung up on that old piece of shit.
I still didn’t get how he did what he did, but I had to admit, even I admired him a little. That didn’t change my plan, though.
King, I’m taking you down.
And Pet, you’re my fucking slut, not his.Thirty-OnePetIt had been two weeks since I’d mentioned seeing him again.
Two weeks of radio silence from King when it came to the subject of Stranger.
Until he finally came home one Friday night and gave me the news.
“He’ll be here in two hours. Get ready, Pet.”
He was seething with anger, and it was so obvious he hated the thought of Stranger coming over again. I had no idea why he kept doing it if he hated it that much, but I wasn’t about to object. I loved having both of them to play with. I wanted them both inside me… I wanted what had been cut short the last time we’d been together.
King picked out an outfit for me; a pastel pink under-bust basque that pushed my tits up, and a sheer pink thong to match. White stockings and a garter belt to hold them up, and my heels were pink as well. He told me to do my makeup pretty, not sexy. Even though I was wearing an outfit fit for seduction, I felt like an innocent little girl with all that pink stuff on my body.
The doorbell rang ten minutes early, and I shot up like a spring, looking away guiltily when King caught me. I’d been doing my makeup, and my hand lingered over my face, still holding a rosy lipstick over my mouth.
“Wait in the playroom,” he growled at me, and I scampered away like my heels were on fire.
He closed the door of the playroom behind me and I stood shivering and scared as fuck. But I only had to wait a few minutes this time.
