Page 26 of His Pet

“Come on, pet. You’re doing so well. You’ll feel better when you get it all out, trust me. Keep talking.”

Justin lets out a sweet whimper, then words come tumbling out of his mouth so quickly I barely understand him. “I loved your fingers in my ass. I shouldn’t, because it’s wrong and sinful. That’s just Bible bullshit, but you’re also evil, and you’re keeping me here against my will. I should hate you, but I’m so broken I can’t even do that. You’re so damn nice, and how weird is that? I despise myself for it, but I loved it when you touched me, and I even liked it when you made me suck your cock, but the worst part is… It’s…”

Still a little taken aback by his passionate admission, I kneel in front of Justin and grab his face so that he can’t look away. “What’s the worst part, pet?” I thought the worst part for him would be the forced blowjob, but he said he liked that. What did I make him do that would make him feel worse than that?

“It’s alright,” I encourage him gently. “You can tell me.”

Sighing, Justin closes his eyes and leans into my touch again. “This,” he whispers, his tone so raw and desperate it sparks pain deep in my chest. “This is the worst. You kidnapped me. You hurt me. You’re going to kill me when you grow bored with me. I know all that, and I still…” He shakes his head, rubbing his cheek against my palm.

Now I understand. “You feel bad for seeking comfort with me.” I don’t need to hear Justin’s hum of approval to know I’m right. “Who else should you seek comfort from? It’s just you and me now, pet, and I’m here for you.”

“Why do you have to say that?” Justin’s brown eyes bore into mine accusingly. “Why do you have to be like this? I should hate you. I do hate you!” He winces like he expects me to punish him for the blatant lie. I probably should, but now is not the right time.

“You don’t hate me. You think you should, because in your old life, it would be expected of you, but that is no longer your life. Your life is here, with me, and why shouldn’t you want to make it a happy one? Who’s going to judge you for that? Your old self? He’s gone. You’re someone else now, and maybe it would be worth it to rethink some of those old beliefs. They do you no good. You want to be happy, don’t you?” I kiss a few tears off his cheek. “I want you to be happy, but it has to come from you. I can only be here for you while you feel your way through that journey. However…” I nip at Justin’s nose, then stand up. “I can shower you with the benefits of your new life until you understand how happy it will make you. How about a kiss?”

“Yes, please,” Justin answers without thinking, then his splotchy face grows even redder. “I mean…”

His instant agreement opens something fragile inside me. I allow myself to hope. Even if Justin tried to take it back, his instinct was to kiss me, just like he instinctively seeks comfort with me. Maybe Mikhail was right.

“Your wish is my command,” I say, grinning. For once, I don’t care if I’m fooling myself. Whether he’s pretending or not, Justin was good, and he deserves a reward.

Chapter 18

Justin

I frown in confusion when Cameron disappears from my field of vision. He wanted a kiss, didn’t he? And like the stupid whore I am, I immediately agreed. When he stood up, I thought he’d make me “kiss” his cock again, but how am I supposed to do that when he’s somewhere behind me?

Of course, I shouldn’t want to do that, but I just don’t have the energy for self-flagellation right now. I’ll get to that later, when I’m alone and locked up in that damned cage. Right now, I just want to stop thinking. Let someone else make all the choices.

And if that plays straight into Cameron’s cards? Who cares?

At least he won’t spank me anymore because damn, my ass hurts! I should have lasted longer before telling him my shameful secrets, but like my father always said, I’m a wuss. It’s no wonder I chose the path of least resistance.

I’m not given more time to ponder my inadequacy because, just then, something wet touches my hole. Not lubed up fingers, though. Something like… a tongue?!

“What are you doing?!” I blurt out, completely forgetting about being polite and respectful. “Wait, you can’t do that. That’s-that’s not right. No, stop!”

Cameron chuckles, his breath sending cold tingles against my rim, which is now wet with saliva. Oh my god. Do people actually do this outside of porn?!

“You wanted a kiss,” he says. “So I’m kissing you.”

“I meant on my mouth!” Or on his cock, which I don’t say out loud, because I don’t want to sound like I’m offering him a blowjob. Which I’m definitely not. “You can’t just… That’s so wrong.”

His tongue circles my hole again, and I have to bite back a moan. “Does it feel wrong?” Cameron teases, no doubt aware how much I’m enjoying this. My cock is right in front of him, after all, its excitement quite visible.

I want to say that, yes, it does feel wrong, but I don’t want to get punished for lying again, so I evade the question. “Please, stop. You can’t… I can’t do this.” I can’t enjoy having someone’s freaking tongue in my ass. Someone who’s holding me captive, nonetheless.

I’m restrained in this humiliating position, so when Cameron spears my ass with his tongue, I can’t escape him, nor can I move against him to make him go deeper. I don’t want to think about what my choice would be if I weren’t tied up. It’s a good thing that I don’t have one, and that all I can do is cry and chant, “Stop, please stop.” Even if I’m not sure I truly want him to stop.

It feels pleasurable, yes, but it’s also like he’s tearing off another part of my soul, claiming more of me for himself. I’m scared of what will be left of me once he’s done.

“I don’t want this,” I say between moans I can’t control. It earns me a sharp smack on my sore ass, because that’s a lie, isn’t it? At least part of me craves what he’s doing. Saying no is just one last way I have to preserve my fragile sanity.

Why does it even feel good? It makes no sense. I feel queasy imagining putting my tongue on Cameron’s ass, on anyone’s ass, really. It makes my stomach twist in knots, because, ew? That makes me feel bad too, because why should I be enjoying an act when I’m not ready to reciprocate, and dear lord, am I trying to talk myself into wanting to lick Cameron’s ass? I’m so fucking broken there aren’t even words for it.

I yelp when Cameron finally stops his sensual assault and nips at my cheek. He soothes the bite with a kiss, then freaks me out by murmuring, “One day I’m going to mark every inch of you.”

I shudder, but I’m not given time to think about it too deeply. He drizzles cold lube down my crack, and then his fingers are there, rubbing and teasing. One, no, two, slip in easily. I feel myself stretch around them, but there’s no pain or even a burn accompanying that sensation. I almost wish there was. If it hurt, I’d have an easier time remembering that this is all against my will. Especially when Cameron finds my prostate and starts stroking it.