Page 48 of Not Another Dark Romance

“What the hell are you doing, Pet? Touching what’s mine?” he growls as he nods at my hand still on my dick, which is quickly turning to granite. Fuck, this is going to be fun. A thrill shoots through my body, and I lick my lips in excitement.

“Oh my god, you really put on a mask, knowing how badly I want this! Thank you,” I squeal. He looks like my dark fantasy come to life as he stands over me.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he demands, ignoring my praise.

“No,” I breathe out even though my hand already fell away.

“Then why are you disobeying me, Pet?”

Holy shit, I am loving this. My heart is racing as I wonder how far he’ll go. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend like I’m his perfect obedient little pet, but right now, with all of the adrenaline suddenly pumping through me, I want to push him.

“I was bored,” I answer with a shrug. “You work too much.”

His eyes darken behind the mask, and he forcefully turns off the shower while I stand dripping wet in front of him. “Did you forget who’s in charge here?” He grabs my throat, stepping into the tub fully clothed as he pushes me until the wet skin of my back hits the tiled wall.

I pretend to struggle against him, but I’m exactly where I want to be. “Maybe you’re the one who forgot what I need.”

Zane laughs in my face, all deep and menacing—it makes my knees weak with how murderous it sounds behind the mask. “Oh, I know exactly what you need, Pet. To be reminded of your place here. You seem to forget you’re mine.”

He spins me around so I’m facing the wall, pressing my cheek against the white subway tile. He kicks my legs apart, and I shiver. Partly from the coldness of the tiles, partly from anticipation.

“Count,” he commands, and then his hand comes down hard on my ass.

“One,” I gasp, the sting radiating through me. “Two,” I moan as his hand lands again.

By the time he reaches ten, my ass is burning and my dick is rock hard, rubbing against the tile. He turns me back around to face him, his expression unreadable behind the mask, but I can feel his eyes burning with intensity.

“You’ve been such a brat today. Maybe I should just leave you like this.”

“No,” I whine, sounding pathetic, and I’m completely okay with that. “Please, Master.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

He studies me for a moment. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

I pout, but I’m pretty sure I know how to get what I want. “But I’ve been so good for you today. I finished my newest piece.”

“You’re forgetting that you touched what’s mine without permission,” he counters.

“Then punish me properly,” I challenge.

He reaches out and shoves me to my knees—my favorite place to be for him. I look up at the masked man looming over me. He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side as he stares down at me before unbuttoning his pants and tugging them off completely, followed by his shirt, which both smack against the tub floor. His naked body makes my mouth salivate instantly.

Instinctively, I lean forward, ready to take him, to be a good pet for my master, just like he wants.

Except, as my lips part, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back. The sting makes me gasp, and he uses that moment to slam his cock into my mouth. My eyes water as I gag on his dick, but the force he’s using is what I crave. He doesn’t move, just holds me there with my hair in his grip.

I attempt to look up at him, trying to catch his eyes behind the mask, but his face is shadowed and unreadable. He’s in complete control, and I’m just a hole for him to use as he pleases. The thought has my dick leaking already. My chest starts to feel tight as I struggle to breathe through my nose, and for a moment I wonder if I’ll black out before he lets me pull off. Adrenaline courses through my veins, making me even more desperate to touch myself.

Then he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. He fucks my face with his usual raw, primal need. Each thrust forces a choked sound from my throat, but I don’t try to stop him. I relax my jaw, letting him take what he wants, letting him use me the way I was meant to be used.

My dick is painfully hard, neglected between my legs, but I know better than to touch it right now.

Zane is getting closer and closer, his fingers tightening. I’m eager for him to come down my throat so I can swallow every drop like the good pet I am. But instead, he surprises me and pulls out completely.

I’m left gasping for air, my throat raw as I look up at him with confusion. “Why’d you stop?”