Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
And fuck, did she scream. And it was for me, not for the man claiming her pussy, and all three of us knew it. She said my name, over and over again as we fucked her, a whisper on her lips, then a scream at the top of her lungs. Over and over again, King, please King, more King, my King. I sure as hell hoped it was pissing Stranger off, though by the looks of it, the sick bastard was actually enjoying it, riding my pretty girl’s pussy for all she had and groaning like she was the tightest, sweetest ride he’d ever experienced.
I let myself feel the inside of her, tight and impossibly smooth, something I’d never felt before, never this sweet, never this special. Never like this. I let my cock reach a new depth inside her and she clawed at Stranger’s chest as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, all over that perfect creamy skin that only belonged to me.
I stared at her skin as we fucked her, stared and stared until it blurred in front of me in milky white perfection. My fingers gripped her tightly, and I stared at the marks I left on her. Scratches from my nails, red marks from my fingers, and the imprint of my heirloom ring. I stared at that one the most, and the idea sprang up on me so fast, until I couldn’t fucking stop it. Until I could think of absolutely nothing fucking else but my mark on Pet’s perfect, unmarred skin.
I pulled out of her and she cried when my cock left her ass, and stopped bouncing on Stranger’s cock.
“King!” she cried out. “Don’t stop, please, I want to feel you while he fucks me.”
Her words made my blood boil, but I had other things on my mind, more important things.
I took my ring off and stared at it for a long time, and Pet climbed off Stranger’s cock and joined me in the middle of the room.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, play with me… I don’t want to stop now.”
I stared at the ring, at my initials in the silver, and then I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall. She struggled feebly against me, but I could fucking smell how wet she was, her own juices dripping down her legs.
“Are you mine?” I asked her, the question a low growl against her lips. “Are you my Pet?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly as I raised her above the ground, her feet barely touching the floor. “Please, King! You know I am, I’m only yours…”
“Do you want to make that official?” I asked her. My fingers twitched I was so angry. I wanted to punish her, and my mind screamed at me to stop this madness. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, but I couldn’t fucking stop myself now, not anymore.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, I want to.”
I showed her the ring, and she gave me a confused look, but then her eyes started sparkling.
Wicked girl.
Naughty girl.
Bad, bad girl.
“You know what I’m gonna do to you, don’t you, Pet?” I asked her, feeling Stranger joining us. I could feel his presence and it pissed me the fuck off, because this should’ve been between the two of us only. But in a weird way, it felt right that he was there with us. I wanted Stranger to see, I wanted him to watch her become mine completely.
“I do,” she said, her voice shaky and full of anticipation. “Oh, I do, King, please…”
Twenty-Seven
Pet
King disappeared from the room after pinning me against the wall, and being alone with Stranger suddenly felt so intimate it made me blush. I turned my naked body away from him, finally out of the ropes that bound me before. I could feel him moving behind me, the clanging of his metal belt buckle as he pulled his jeans back on. And then he approached me. I felt his breath on the back of my neck and a shiver ran through me, making my skin erupt in goosebumps. And he just stood behind me, breathing against my skin, never touching me once or saying a single word.
I looked at the window in front of us, seeing our reflections in the glass. He was shirtless, just in a pair of torn-up jeans, and I was still completely naked with my arms protectively folded in front of me. I felt so vulnerable like that; he was standing so close to me. But I didn’t want him to move away. I wanted him to come closer.
I could hear King talking on the phone outside, and it made my heart pound. I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, but I remembered that ring of his, remembered the promise I’d just made, and a part of me – a big part of me – already knew what was coming next.