Pet

by Sara Fields

  I sat there for a moment longer before he cleared his throat in an open warning. I was running out of time and I had to make a decision.

  I stood up and made my way over to him, sitting down next to him gingerly and ensuring there was enough space between us so that we weren’t touching. I didn’t want to admit it, but I actually wanted to reach out and press my fingers against him just to make sure that this was all real and not one of the filthy dreams that had left me wet and wanting when I’d woken up every day this past week.

  I closed my eyes, tensing as I opened them again. I stayed still, digging my fingers into the soft leather beneath me instead.

  He reached for me first, lazily dragging his fingers up and down my thighs.

  “You’re destined for big things, Miss Chloe Banks. I’m going to make them happen, but your performance on the stage last week and what happened afterwards told me that you need so much more than that. You need someone to take you hard, don’t you my pet?” he asked.

  “I don’t know what you mean,” I scoffed, not wanting to meet his eyes. If I looked at him now, I’d admit he was right, and I couldn’t do that.

  He pressed his fingers between my thighs over top of my panties.

  “I can feel your wet heat through the seat of your panties, kitten.” My pussy tightened hard at his words. I squirmed just a little bit and his lips curved up knowingly.

  A blush crept across my cheeks and I looked down at my hands, wanting to hide just how much of an effect his dominance was having over me.

  “Don’t lie to me again, my pet, or I’ll be forced to punish you and it will hurt far more than the other night,” he warned. My body pulsed with desire.

  “Yes, sir,” I finally whispered, and he took his hand away from my aroused flesh. The heated air inside my lungs escaped my lips in a sigh of disappointment and strangled relief all at once.

  “Good girl,” he answered.

  I slid just out of his reach and he allowed it, at least for now.

  My thighs slid against one another as I pressed them together. My clit was pulsing hard and I knew it was simply because I was in his presence once more. My nipples were pebbled into tight little peaks, and my entire body was beginning to throb with sensation.

  What did he mean by his pet? What was he going to make me do? The quiet between us was especially intense because it only sought to strengthen the arousal that was screaming inside me to be let out. I had to say something. Anything.

  “How did you manage to get me slotted as the opening act to such a big show?” I finally asked when the silence was too much to bear. I needed to change the subject because if I kept thinking about the unknown, I was going to drive myself insane with rabid desire.

  “I know the right kind of people to make things like that happen and I’m going to use every single one of them to make sure that your career is everything that you deserve, my pretty little pet,” he answered.

  Did he expect me to pay him back with my body? Did I want to?

  “You speak like you’re a kingpin in the mafia,” I scoffed, a bit frustrated that I couldn’t get a clear answer from him or Damon today.

  My core continued to tremble with need anyway.

  “I’m something like that,” he answered evasively.

  “Damon told me you were in the CIA together,” I huffed, having difficulty holding back my annoyance. I didn’t like how he was skirting around the answer. I prided myself on my ability to read people and I couldn’t decide if Silas was a good guy or a bad guy when he kept responding like that. It left me feeling decidedly off balance.

  “We were,” he replied.

  “And you left,” I retorted.

  “We did,” he responded.

  “What do you do now?” I pressed.

  “In time, you will learn. Tonight though, you’re going be taught what it means to be my pet,” he said, and he quickly grasped my wrist. With a sharp tug, he tossed me over his knee, and I stilled. His palm settled on my dress-covered backside, enough of a warning that I pressed my lips together and kept silent. I knew what that palm felt like and I didn’t want to earn another session with it. At least, my mind didn’t. My body did though.

  Slowly, he rubbed his palm over my ass, and I shuddered. My pussy spasmed with arousal and I couldn’t make it stop.

  “Sir?” I asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “I’m just reminding you of your place, my pet. You will learn more about what I do, but that’s going to take time. What you really need to be worried about tonight is how sore all your pretty little holes are going to be after your fucking, kitten,” he warned.

  Nervously, I remained still over his lap and he returned to softly petting my backside.

  “Lift your bottom for me,” he said softly, and almost unconsciously, I did.

  He spanked me several times, but each one felt so much different than the first time. These felt deeper and with each one, my core throbbed and pulses raced straight to my aching clit. After that, he returned to gently massaging and petting my backside as a heated ache settled over me. I allowed myself to enjoy the soft touches, melting a bit over his lap as he kneaded away the residual soreness from my performance.

  “Such a good little pet,” he murmured.

  A rush of warmth poured over me and the limo came to a stop. Gently, Silas helped me up to a seated position and I was careful not to look him in the face. Damon came around and opened the door. Graciously, he offered me a hand and assisted me as I climbed out of the car.

  I felt Silas’ hand settle on my lower back, and he guided me inside a rather elegant skyscraper that was across the street from Central Park. Expensive marble tiles spanned the entire foyer, leading to an intricately carved mahogany welcome desk with a security guard in what appeared to be a luxurious suite. There was a dark navy feature wall while the rest were covered in soft gray wallpaper with flecks of silver and white. Massive silver chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lit with soft candelabra bulbs that gave the room a rather elegant feel. The guard nodded in welcome, obviously recognizing Silas as someone who lived here. He didn’t say anything but smiled at me before he returned to his work.

  Silas ushered me into an elevator and as the doors closed us in, I curled my shoulders inward as I hugged my arms around my waist. I watched him press his hand against a scanner. The button for the top floor lit up and the elevator started to rise. Mirrors lined side walls and I saw my slightly mussed appearance. I allowed myself to glance at Silas for a long moment before I dropped my gaze nervously.

  I didn’t know if I could do this. Any of this.

  I was grateful for him arranging for me to perform at the music hall tonight, but that didn’t mean I had to give him everything in exchange. He’d granted me the favor after what had happened last weekend, and I was going to have to tell him that it was going to end there. I wasn’t a woman who belonged to anyone.

  I worked hard and I earned my own success. I didn’t need someone to hand it to me.

  “I want to go home,” I muttered.

  His hands squeezed around my shoulders hard.

  “This is your home now. You’re going to live here with me from now on, my pet,” he answered.

  “You can’t make me do this,” I scoffed.

  “It will be easier for you if you just accept that you’re mine now, little one,” he answered.

  “You just can’t take people because you want them,” I muttered.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close.

  “The moment I laid eyes on you, Chloe, you were mine. You deny it, but if I were to slide my fingers in that pretty little pussy right now, I’d find you soaking wet because your body knows its master,” he murmured.

  “You wouldn’t dare!” I exclaimed.

  His fingers slid down my stomach until he stopped right on top of my sensitive mound. I should have known he would have done it when I deliberately challenged him in return.

  “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.

  “Yes, sir,” I finally whispered, nervously clenching my backside as I remembered the feeling of his cruel palm. My thighs were still sore from it and it made my pussy tighten with even more traitorous arousal as I recalled the image of myself over the stool with his palm painting my ass red.

  “Your bottom is not going to be the only place that I plan to punish tonight, my naughty pet,” he said, and his fingers gripped the neckline of my dress a little tighter. Without a word, he jerked his hand forward and the terrible sound of ripping fabric filled the air. He tore the designer dress straight down to my waist, exposing my belly and my matching pink bra all in one smooth motion.

  “That was expensive!” I exclaimed, horrified that he’d destroyed the clothing that the music hall had provided for me. I didn’t know if they expected me to return it and I would never be able to give it back now. The dress was utterly ruined.

  “I’ll buy you a new one,” he answered nonchalantly, as if it was that easy.


  “I don’t know if there is another like it. It may not be replaceable,” I whimpered.

  “Then I will buy you enough to fill your whole closet. Of course, you won’t be allowed to wear any of them unless I grant you the privilege of clothing, but that’s something we will talk about another time,” he replied.

  I gasped in shock and attempted to pull my wrists from his fingers, but it didn’t do any good. His hands held onto mine like a vise, not allowing me to escape. His feet pressed against the insides of mine, forcing me to spread my legs and press my back against the wall in order to stabilize myself. He jerked me toward him, reaching behind my back and swiftly unclipping my bra. Callously, he gripped the connector between my breasts and tore it away from my body, tossing it aside as if it was just another cheap piece of clothing. I watched as it bounced off the floor and when I lifted my gaze back to face him, I inhaled quietly in fear at the darkness I saw staring back at me.

  I quivered, well aware of the fact that my breasts were now entirely bare. It was also very clear to me that my nipples were incredibly hard as a result.

  He used one hand to gently caress my left breast, tracing his rough fingertips along the bottom curve of it before he used the seat of his palm to graze over top of my nipple. I sighed softly in pleasure, pressing a bit harder into his touch. This felt good. I could do this.

  With purpose, he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I stilled, watching him warily as he gently caressed it with his fingertips. At first, he rolled it side to side, teasing me with his tender touch and I allowed myself to enjoy it. He didn’t remain gentle for very long before he pinched it roughly, pulling my breast out by my nipple and I cried at as an unexpected surge of pain radiated across my chest.

  “I’m going to spank these perfect breasts of yours bright red. It’s going to hurt and you’re going to scream, especially when I punish your pretty little nipples as hard as I spanked your bare little bottom, my naughty pet. It’s not going to end there either. I want you to think about how much more is going to come after that. So many possibilities, kitten. So much time to properly punish a woman like you,” he said darkly. His tone was incredibly firm, and it felt like my stomach did a somersault deep inside me at the sound of it.