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He paused and faced me. “Think, pet. I’m sure it will come back to you.”
Anton walked out without another word.
Iknew better than to get attached so quickly. Dr. Hazan and I had spoken plenty about it when things got out of hand with Paul. After I broke up with Marcus over his endless cheating, I hooked up with one of my biggest fans. Paul was gorgeous, worldly, and wanted to spend every minute of every day with me. How could I not fall for him? He was so sweet – when he was sweet. It took me a while to admit the number of times he wasn’t nice quickly outnumbered the number of times he was. The day I changed my stage outfit to hide bruises, Marcus went ballistic and forbade me from seeing Paul again. He also forced me to meet with Dr. Alicia Hazan. According to her, I had a Dependent Personality Disorder, Accommodating Subtype.
I just called it falling for the wrong guy and trying to make a doomed relationship work.
My first week with Anton had been good, great even. He was growing on me and I thought, maybe, he liked me. The way he spoiled me, taught me things and couldn’t seem to get enough of me… I hadn’t imagined it. For a brief window of time, I believed my six months with him would be fun. He even seemed willing to help my career. Then, out of nowhere, he turned into this heartless monster.
It didn’t even make sense. He went from changing my entire wardrobe because he didn’t want my tits and ass exposed to the whole world, to wanting to pass me around his Braxian buddies.
Braxians…
Yes, I was superficial – Marcus had called me out on it enough to be aware. They weren’t a pretty bunch. Everything about them was just too damn much. Their forehead was too prominent, their nose too wide and too flat, their jaw too square and broad. But it wasn’t just the Braxians unattractive faces that made the thought of them pawing me repulsive. Their bodies were massive with hands bigger than my face. Their freaking thumb alone was almost the size of a human dick, so imagine what lay between their legs. If they tried to fuck me, they’d split me in two. Braxians didn’t have cocks, they had tree trunks.
At least Anton, being half-human, was scaled to reasonable proportions. He was big compared to standard humans, but his body was fucking spectacular – big, lean and muscular. To my shame, even now with all this shit going around in my head, thinking of Anton naked made me wet. His face wasn’t as brutish as theirs, the Braxian traits being more subdued, refined. And those lips… Anton had amazing lips and he knew what to do with them.
The first time we had sex, I might as well have been a virgin it had been such a tight fit. There’s no way I could take on his buddies without tearing apart. Surely he could understand that? And I didn’t want to fuck other men. Even when I was with Marcus and he stepped out on me, I never did. Anton and I may not be in a relationship per se, but for me, it was no different. Giving head to some other guys, I could consider, but not my pussy. Somehow, I needed to get through to him.
The cage had been more than I could stand. I couldn’t go back there. My muscles twitched just at the prospect. I never did well with pain and couldn’t have imagined how excruciating extended periods in a confined space could be. Another session there would drive me insane.
There was only one hour left before it was time to head out to the club. I already told Anton I would come. He became distant over the past two days, giving me no opportunity to plead my case. He only called me when he wanted me to suck him off, then he’d dismiss me. I actually liked giving him head. He smelled good, tasted good, and I loved seeing such a strong man fall apart beneath my touch. But I didn’t like what was happening between us right now.
He no longer touched me or tried to get me off. Before, he always made sure I climaxed and only after would he find his own release. Now, he treated me like a fuck hole. This felt like an extension to my punishment, a way for him to get back at me. Yet, I knew it must be more than my refusal to sleep with his friends. When I asked, he simply told me to figure it out.
It was so frustrating.
The bedroom door opened and Anton walked in. I rose to my feet, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles on my dress. It was a long, silver dress with a thigh high split on the side. Anton particularly liked it when I tried it on at Aphrodite’s Vault. I took special care of my appearance tonight, hoping to please him. He gave me a once over, and I felt myself warm at the glimmer of approval. His words though felt like a cold shower.
“Nice outfit, but it will not do for tonight. You will wear this,” Anton said, extending a small box I hadn’t noticed he was holding. “I will leave it to your discretion whether to wear black stilettos or your knee-high leather boots.”
My stomach knotted. I placed the box on the breakfast table and opened it. After I parted the purple silk paper, my heart dropped. Within, a black leather bustier and matching leather thong sat next to a fluffy cat tail butt plug with a small bottle of lube. My lips parted in shock. I looked up at Anton, disbelieving. He held my stare, waiting for me to argue. When I said nothing, he gestured for me to get on with it.
I complied.
Under different circumstances, I would be excited by this outfit. It looked ridiculously sexy on me, especially with the stilettos I settled on as they made my legs look infinite. I didn’t even mind the butt plug. Marcus loved anal, so I’d done that rodeo plenty of times before. A bit of roleplaying also had its own appeal. Riding Anton while wagging a fluffy tail might be fun. However, tonight I would attend the biggest event on Venus Hive. All the A-listers would be there. I expected to make a grand entrance on the arm of the big boss, as a peer to the elite. Instead, I would trail behind as a pet. Tears of humiliation pricked my eyes.
Sheila would no doubt be there, looking down on me along with everyone else. They would wonder how I went from sharing lunch with Anton as his companion at Risqué to being his leashed animal. This was not the type of attention I craved.
Anton’s eyes roamed over me, assessing. Closing the distance between us, he pulled out the pins in my hair, ruining the elaborate do I had spent hours perfecting. My hair cascaded down my back and he nodded in approval.
He bent me over the silky covers of the bed. Although my pet cushion was comfortable, this bed was ridiculously soft. Anton covered two fingers in lube before probing my ass. I forced myself to relax. This was the most intimate touch I had gotten from him in three days. But even then, it felt mechanical. His fingers pulled out followed seconds later by the pressure of the plug pushing its way in. It was thicker than I realized and slightly burned going in. I whimpered. To my surprise, Anton’s rough hand caressed my ass soothingly. After giving me a moment to adjust, he pushed the plug in and out of my tight hole a few times before pushing it all the way in to the stopper.
He helped me back up and stepped into the bathroom to wash his hands. I felt full, but not in an unpleasant way. On instinct, I turned to the mirror to look at my tail. It was humiliating but I couldn’t deny I looked insanely hot. I’d fuck myself looking like that.
I could tell Anton thought so too. His shaft strained against his pants. Under different circumstances, I would have playfully helped him with this problem. Right now, however, I just wanted to claw at his face for the cage, this outfit, and his plans for me tonight. He pulled a small object out of his pocket before lifting it before me.
A leather collar.
“You’ve got to be shitting me?” I whispered.
“Lift your hair,” Anton said, his voice frigid.
“Anton—”
“Lift your fucking hair,” he snapped.
Pressing my lips together, I did as ordered. He tied the collar around my neck. I heard it click into place. Under different circumstances, I might have been in awe of the collar. Leather repoussé technique had been used on the dark material. Intricate tribal patterns were raised along its length and the embedded amber colored gems matched my eyes. In the middle, a large gem hid the hook for the leash. Anton ran his fingers the length of the collar, a strange look on his face.
