Page 65 of His Pet

One of the men slaps her, then shoves a cock down her throat until she gags. “If you bite me, bitch, I’ll cut you into pieces. Now, suck.”

The girl squirms as she tries to breathe. A muffled scream escapes her as another man roughly shoves his cock into her ass. It causes a round of hoots and laughter from the group. That’s when I realize not all of them are men. A woman in a sharp pantsuit fits in perfectly with the group, not just in appearance but in expression too. There’s something wild and cruel in her eyes as she watches the crying girl helplessly bounce between the two men fucking her. The woman sips amber liquid from a glass, then sets it aside and leans closer to the girl. I don’t see what she does, but the girl screams again.

A sharp yank on my leash makes me realize I’ve subconsciously moved closer to the group. As if I could possibly help that poor girl. As if I had any power in this world.

“Stay by my side,” Cameron hisses, wrapping the leash around his hand to reel me in.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just… She looks so young.”

“She’s an adult,” Cameron replies.

Before I can ask how he could possibly know, he steers me into an empty seating area and signals to an immaculately dressed waiter. He doesn’t have to give his order. The waiter simply nods and disappears toward the bar.

Cameron sinks into a plush armchair, much like the one I imagined when I first suggested this was a gentleman’s club. A tug on the leash sends me sinking to my knees beside him.

“It’s Sin’s rule,” he says.

I’m momentarily confused, thinking maybe he’s talking about the kneeling, even though not all the naked people I’ve seen here were kneeling. Not all slaves. I should probably call them by the right name, especially since I’m one of them now.

The waiter sets two glasses on the table before disappearing again. There’s water, which I hope is for me, and dark brown liquid. Probably some priceless, fancy alcohol I’d hate the taste of even if I were allowed to drink it.

“The girl,” Cameron says, jerking his chin in the group’s direction. I can’t see them from my position, but the girl’s screams have turned into whimpers. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. “She’s an adult,” Cameron repeats. “Indulgence only has two rules. No fighting, and no minors. Sin enforces both with an iron hand.” He nods toward a burly man dressed similarly to the bouncer in the reception area.

The security guy ignores the girl’s broken sobbing and pleas for help, but gravitates toward a table where three men argue, their raised voices drifting to us over the noise in the bar. With one stern look from the guard, the men immediately quiet down. Glaring at each other, they finish their drinks, then leave in different directions. One seems to be heading toward the changing room and the other two further into the club.

“No minors,” I repeat quietly to myself. It’s poor consolation for all the terrible things happening here, but I’m still absurdly grateful that the mysterious Sin drew this line. I don’t know what I’d do if I saw a child being raped here. I don’t know if I could ever look at Cameron the same way if he sat by and allowed it.

The girl’s sobbing turns into gurgling and desperate wheezing, like someone’s choking her. I try to ignore the noise, but it’s impossible.

“What about murder?” I ask Cameron. “Is that against the rules?”

Cameron smirks. “There’s an extra fee.”

“For killing someone?”

“For Sin to get rid of the body.”

“Jesus.” The air is cold here, but that’s not what makes me shiver. This place is fucked up, and Cameron looks like he fits right in. How can I willingly submit to someone like that?

All my doubts disappear when Cameron gently cups my cheek. “If you’re worried about the girl, they’re not going to kill her tonight. A pretty thing like her must have been expensive. They’ll want to enjoy her for longer. She’ll probably wish she were dead when they take her in the back, though.” He vaguely gestures to the doorway past the bar. There’s an occasional scream coming from that direction, punctuated by sharp cracks of the whip. I think I hear some grunting and moaning too, but it’s difficult to tell over the noise in the bar and the low music. A classical string quartet piece, of all things.

Cameron fidgets almost imperceptibly in his seat. I only feel it through the taut leash between us. He wipes his hands on his slacks, checks his phone, looks around, then wipes his hands again. It’s impossible to miss the looks the other patrons are casting in his direction. Some are curious or even friendly. A lot of them are downright hostile. Cameron keeps a stone-cold expression, pretending like he’s not bothered by people openly glaring at him, but I can see through his pretense.

His eyes dart around the room as if searching for a distraction, and I know they find one when they land on me. I take a deep breath that does nothing to calm my racing heart. Yes, I came here to support Cameron, to distract and comfort him, but this place is so much worse than I thought. We haven’t even been to the back, where most of the screams are coming from, and I already want to bolt. I can’t, though, not with Cameron holding my leash. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? He’s in charge here. I just have to trust him.

A grin tugs on the corners of his mouth. “Bend over.”

I gulp. Is he for real? I’m naked. If I lean forward, everyone will see… Well, everything.

He tugs on the leash, reminding me that I don’t have a choice. Fine, then. It looks like a bunch of rich criminals will get a great look at my asshole.

My cheeks burn as I slowly move into position. With my hands cuffed behind my back, it’s not as easy as it looks. I don’t want to embarrass myself—and Cameron—by smashing face-first on the floor. I expected a plush carpet, but it’s all hard tile. I guess it’s easier to clean, not just after spills, but from various bodily fluids that must inevitably end up on the floor in a place like this. Like blood. The thought makes me shudder.

Cameron squeezes my ass. “Relax, pet. You’re safe with me.”

I’m safe with him. It’s not in my power to help anyone in this room. It doesn’t quite sit right, but I let the feeling go and allow myself to sink into that space where nothing matters. Only Cameron.

“Good boy.”