Page 90 of His Pet

I laugh as tension leaves my shoulders. “Not all of us.”

“Oh?” That dangerous spark is back in her gaze. “Are you well trained, Cameron Matthews? Are you volunteering to show everyone what a good boy you can be?”

“Um…” I clear my throat, swallow, then clear my throat again. It doesn’t help. “Unless it’s you cashing in a favor, I’d rather not,” I reply politely.

“And if it is?”

“Then I’ll do what you want, but I’ll think very nasty things about you the entire time.”

Sin’s melodic laugh fills the room. “Oh no!” She slaps her hand on her chest and pretends to faint. “How shall I ever deal with Cameron Matthews thinking bad things about me?”

“You shan’t,” I say seriously, then join her laugh. Maybe Justin was right. Maybe we are friends. “Who was the girl you sent to my rescue? She was really convincing. She had the cops wrapped around her little finger before Small’s body even started to go cold.” I should probably thank her too.

“Mel’s a popular influencer. Among other things.”

Like killing people. Sin doesn’t say it, but it’s implied. There’s no way Small was Denim Girl’s first. The way he hit that shelf in the exact angle that broke his neck was no accident, and neither was her streaming the whole thing. It was the perfect murder.

“You’re friends with the best people,” I tell Sin.

She scrunches her nose. “Doubtful. I’m friends with you, after all. And I actually had to pay Mel, so you’d better put on a show next time you bring your pet over. Get the patrons all hot and bothered so they drink my overpriced booze.”

I laugh. “Will do. I love parading Justin around, as long as I don’t have to share him with anyone.”

“Oh, but your pet secretly loves that idea. Put him in the box for a few hours and you’ll see.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” When I’m not running on pure adrenaline that’s about to run out. My jaw pops as I yawn, and I wince as I move it from side to side. “Another time. I need to wash off the cop stench and get some sleep. I’ll just grab Justin and head home. Where is he?”

“You don’t have to go home. I’ve reserved room 2 for you for tonight. Your pet is waiting for you there. Don’t worry,” she continues when I try to protest. “No favors owed for that. I’ve charged it to your membership account.”

“Okay.” Renting a room at Indulgence is notoriously expensive, but I can afford one night. “I don’t suppose there’s room service?”

Sin rolls her eyes. “Do I look like a freaking hotel manager to you? The rooms are for fucking, not for eating.”

“Oh, is this how you treat your wealthy and important guests?”

“No, this is how I treat dirt-poor artists who are a pain in the ass. Gary will get you something. Now get out of here. Some of us actually have work to do. Oh, and Cameron? Bring your kit next time.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “Have you changed your mind about getting a tattoo?” Sin claims that while she admires ink on other people, it’s not for her. Secretly, I think she’s afraid of needles. She has no trouble stabbing them into her toys for fun, but I think she’d freak out if one went into her own skin.

Sin shakes her head. “No, I haven’t changed my mind, but my toy could use some decorations.”

“Ah.” I chuckle. “In that case, I’ll bring the kit. The piercing set too?”

“Definitely. Now go enjoy your pet.”

“Yes, Madame.” I flash her an exaggerated bow on my way out. She calls some colorful insult after me, but I’m not listening anymore. Ignoring people who stare at my less than formal attire, I head straight for the staircase leading to the private rooms. Straight to Justin.

Chapter 56

Justin

I do my best to stretch, but the cage doesn’t offer much space. It’s smaller than the one in Cameron’s basement, barely large enough for me to lie curled on my side. Not very comfortable, and Sin didn’t specify how long I was supposed to be here. Or if she’d let me out at all.

I’m still in the club, just not on the main floor. There’s a bunch of luxurious private rooms above the club, each furnished with various bondage equipment and torture instruments. I became quite well acquainted with them after Sin made me help with cleaning the entire floor.

Her “toy” was there too, along with a few regular employees. At least I’m guessing they were employees and not slaves. They were wearing clothes.

It was weird to work naked next to completely clothed people, but at least I wasn’t alone in that position, and the others were really paying us no extra attention. Aside from giving instructions, no one talked to us, and we couldn’t talk to each other because Sin’s slave was once again wearing a muzzle. This one was made of leather and covered the entire lower half of his face. I gently probed to find out if he was with Sin willingly, but he brushed me off.