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“Naughty little pets are
punished when they lie to their masters,” he warned, and I shuddered against him. I hated that he was right. If he touched me right now, he’d find me sopping wet. My panties were soaked through and I could feel every last drop of my arousal as it slid down my folds. My body was a fucking traitor and I could do nothing to stop it.
“I’m going to give you one last chance, kitten, and you’re going to answer me. If I slipped my fingers in that sweet little pussy, what would I find?” he pushed. There was a dangerous edge to his voice, and I knew that it wasn’t the right time to push him any further.
“You’d find that I was soaking wet, sir,” I whispered, and my nipples peaked inside my thin lacy bra. My entire body was pulsing with sensation and when the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened, I breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the arms holding me captive finally let me go. I staggered forward, anxiously trying to put some distance between us so that I could get a hold of myself. My fingers dug into my hips and I pressed my nails in harder. The ensuing pain was sharp, but it wasn’t enough to dull the growing edge of desire pumping through my veins.
The entry foyer into his penthouse was just as elegant as the entryway downstairs, if not more so. The design was simpler, with slate blue walls. The ceilings were at least ten feet tall, making the small room feel massive and airy. Everything appeared to be very high end and designed in a way to give the room a classy and luxurious feel. There were a couple of side tables with matching bronze metal statues as well as a few incredibly beautiful flower arrangements that gave the room a clean flowery scent.
I tried to allow the aroma to calm my senses, but I was too nervous all the same.
He left the elevator after me, which made a chill course straight through me at the sound of him. I heard his footsteps against the marble tile, and I shivered as he began to circle around me. I felt so small and vulnerable like this. It was as if I was a lamb left out for the slaughter and now the lion had just caught my scent. I swallowed nervously and folded my hands together in front of me, pressing the seat of my palms against my belly as if it would protect me somehow.
It didn’t.
“You’re going to live here with me, pet. I will allow you to perform and you will have every resource at my disposal in order to build the career you deserve. I will support you in every way. I will protect you. You will never want for anything ever again, do you understand?” he explained, finally coming to a stop in front of me. He said the words as if they were already real and I stiffened. What gave him the right to order me around like that?
“I’m not yours. The world doesn’t work like that,” I spat. His face darkened at my tone, but he ignored it.
“You’re going to learn all about what it means to be my pet, little one. You’re mine and it is about time I teach you what it’s like to be owned by me,” he said forcefully, and I sneered back at him.
“You don’t own me. I’m no one’s pet,” I snapped, trying to cover up the extreme desire that was storming inside me. I wasn’t about to admit that his words were making me extremely curious and it was only adding fuel to my fury. He cocked his head to the side and smiled just a little. He gazed back at me as if he knew me and my fingers tightened into fists.
“Strip,” he demanded.
I glared back at him and shook my head. I was done. I wanted to leave.
“I refuse. Take me home,” I replied. I lifted my head high and stared him down, not showing even the slightest hint of surrender. I huffed before I turned around and walked back to the elevator. I was going to leave, whether he liked it or not.
I had just hit the button to open the doors when he grabbed my upper arm just firmly enough to stop me, but not hard enough to really hurt. It was enough to send a message that I wasn’t going anywhere though, and I stilled, trying to remember how to breathe.
“The elevator won’t take you downstairs, not without me, my pet. The fingerprint scanner is keyed to me and only me. Even if you did find a way down to the main floor, the guards have been instructed to deliver you straight back here to me,” he warned. I licked my lips, trying to remain strong and hold my ground anyway.
“Let me go,” I demanded. He didn’t listen. Instead, he grabbed my wrists and gathered them with one hand. He lifted them high over my head, forcing me to arch my back and rise up on my tiptoes in order to keep myself from falling. He didn’t even give me a second to fight back as he slammed me against the wall, using his body to surround mine with a certain possessiveness that left me reeling.
“I don’t think you get it, little one. You’re mine and tonight, I’m going to make sure that you truly understand what that means,” he said gruffly.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
He grinned, not caring that I was glaring daggers back at him.
“You can’t do this,” I challenged him and he simply grinned as he held me there against the wall. He didn’t care that I was beginning to tremble with fear. In fact, he probably liked that. A lot.
“I can see it’s time for your very first lesson, pet. You see, disobedience comes with a very high price. I expect you to obey me, kitten, and when you refuse, you’re going to be punished,” he threatened, and an icy cold shiver raced down my spine. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he had me pinned against the wall in such a way that I wasn’t able to move. My nipples pulsed with desire and my hips rolled forward toward him in a way that left me feeling ashamed of myself, but also incredibly aroused at the same time. I hated it. I liked it.
I didn’t know what to think.
I’d never been manhandled like this. I didn’t like how it was making me so wet and it took everything in me to school my expression and remain brave despite everything in me that was shaking with fear.
“You’ll never own me,” I replied brazenly.
His palm cupped my cheek, and his thumb glided along my cheekbone.
“I already do, my pet. Let me tell you what’s going to happen. No matter how much you beg tonight, and I promise you that you will, your punishment isn’t going to end until I decided it should. You’re going to sob and you’re going to scream for me, but when I’m finally through with you, you’ll finally understand what it means to belong to me,” he said calmly.
I stared into his eyes expecting anger, but there was none. Instead, he was cool and collected, as if he expected me to push back against him and that was the most terrifying thing of all. My stomach dropped with a strong surge of anxiety and I licked my lips, trying to gather whatever tendrils of bravery were left inside me. I found none as the palm cupping my face slowly edged down my throat, continuing downward until his fingers traced the thin line of pink lace of my dress. His fingertips slid just beneath it and I arched into his touch just the slightest bit. His gaze darkened in a way that I was sure that he had noticed.
“Last weekend, I spanked your bare little bottom, didn’t I, pet?” he asked. His tone was different this time. He was curious, and it caught me off guard so much so that it momentarily stunned me.
