Becoming His Pet

by Stone, Measha

  One hand let her go and snatched her hair, fisting at her scalp and pulled her off his lips.

  “Does my pet want my cock?” he asked, the darkness in his eyes resembling his arousal. It was contagious.

  “I want to ride you, like you rode me,” she admitted.

  He laughed. “You won’t be putting a fucking bridle on me, pet. But I’ll let you ride me.” Without letting her go, he worked his jeans open and shoved them down to his ankles. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock jutting upward.

  She reached down to touch him, stroke him but he snatched her hand away.

  “Hands behind your back,” he ordered and shoved her arm behind her.

  “I want to touch you,” she complained and received a smack to her ass for it.

  “Then you should have asked.” He smiled. He released her hair and situated her on his lap. She hovered over the head of his dick, letting it press against her entrance as he kissed her. “Take this damn thing off.” He grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head, tossing it to the floor.

  “May I?” she asked as she started to descend on his cock.

  “You better,” he answered, kissing her collarbone as she sank down into his lap, taking his engorged cock into her wet pussy. Fuck, he felt good.

  His tongue flicked over her nipple just as he thrust up into her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, putting her hands on his shoulder. “Fuck, yes. Like that.” She began to move, riding his cock hard and fast. So full and stretched, she couldn’t process more than the perfect sensations running through her body.

  “These tits, fuck, I love them,” he said, taking one between his teeth.

  She could feel her face blushing at the statement.

  Using both hands, he grabbed her breasts, pushing them together then spreading them further apart.

  “I’m going to put bells on these next time I have you bridled,” he promised, and the image sent an electric current straight to her clit.

  “Oh, god!” She ground her hips into him, rubbing her sensitive nub against the dark coarse hair of his groin.

  “You better beg, pretty pet. Beg or you’ll be wearing the naughty plug till bedtime.” As a threat it worked, and as a way to get her even closer to her orgasm, it was perfection.

  “Please, Greg! Please, I have to come! I just have to!” She continued riding him, while he began to play with her nipples. Twisting them, rolling them, pulling at them. It was all too stimulating.

  “Please!” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders.

  “If I let you come, you have to sleep in the crate. Will you do that?”

  Dammit.

  “Please, Greg!”

  “All you have to do is give up your comfortable bed, and you can have your orgasm.” He put the words in order, but she heard the intensity building. He was close to his own release as well.

  He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard while flicking his tongue over it.

  “Oh! Yes! Yes! I will! I’ll sleep in the crate!” she screamed out.

  “Then come, pet, come hard.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers. “Look at me, don’t look away.”

  She found his gaze and jumped into it. The pressure built low in her belly. The current running from her nipples to her clit intensified, but when he stared up at her with expectation and authority, she lost all control.

  Bucking on his lap, she screamed.

  “Thank you! Thank you! Oh, fuck. Thank you!” she cried as the waves burst through her body, shaking her to the core before slowly ebbing away.

  But he wasn’t done with her. He grabbed her by her collar and wrapped an arm around her waist, hoisting her from his lap. He put her on the floor, on her knees.

  Keeping his grip on her collar tight, he shoved his cock into her mouth. But she was ready. She hungrily took him, sucking on him, licking the underside of his thick, hard cock.

  “Fuck, yes.” He thrust into her. She swallowed, taking him as deep as she could and being rewarded with another hard thrust.

  “Tongue, give me your tongue,” he ordered and pulled out.

  She looked up at him, sticking her tongue out for him.

  “Hand.” He shook his hand at her, wanting hers, she supposed. She lifted it for him, and he wrapped her hand around his cock. “Jerk me off onto your tongue, pet.”

  Arousal soared through her again at his command. She stroked him fast, twisting and slowing before going hard again.

  “Fuck, yes,” he yelled, and he exploded onto her tongue.

  She continued to jerk him off as hot ribbons of his cum coated her tongue and splashed further back in her mouth. Careful not to let any of it drop, she took every last drop while he groaned.

  “Good. So good,” he said, breathless. “Swallow, pet.” He pushed her chin upward to close her mouth. And she obeyed.

  He sank back into the chair, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Good girl.”

  Warmth spread through her chest and she found herself smiling up at him. The tension was gone from his jawline, his eyes softer now. A good fucking would relax anyone, but it was more than just the physical side.

  She’d given into his control, she’d given him the reins, and he’d found the comfort he needed.

  And so had she.

  Chapter Nineteen

  She purred in her sleep.

  Greg smiled while watching Nora curled up in the crate. She’d been so good the night before, crawling into the cage without any hesitation. He hadn’t locked it, and not just because the bolt was broken. He could have found other ways to keep it closed. But she’d given her word that she’d stay put until he came for her in the morning.

  He’d heard the little purring sound she made when she slept with him, but it took on more weight when she was curled inside the crate.

  He was a sick bastard.

  And he didn’t give a shit. Not when Nora could look at him and see what he needed.

  Talking about his deployment wasn’t something he could do, not yet, not in detail. But she’d gotten all the important information just by looking at him, and when the tension was high she’d stepped in. She’d taken the reins and handed them right to him.

  She’d been fucking perfect.

  And now he needed to wake her up, so she could get dressed. They couldn’t stay the night, they needed to be out by daybreak. Another reason for making her sleep in the crate. He needed to pack them up and shut down the cabin without having to explain everything to her.

  Squatting down, he slipped a hand between the bars and swiped her hair from her face. Slowly, she woke, her eyes fluttering open, looking for him.

  “Hey,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?” She sat up, but not making any move toward the door.

  “Late, or early depending. Come on out, get dressed.” He stood and opened the door.

  With a curious look she crawled out and he helped her to her feet. He handed her a pair of shorts and a shirt. “Here, put these on.” He kissed her cheek. “So innocent looking in the middle of the night,” he couldn’t help but comment.

  “Middle of the night? I don’t understand.”

  “We have to move. I don’t think it’s safe here anymore, so we’re going to go—we’ll find a hotel on this side of the state border.”

  “Why? Bernie said to wait—”

  “And we are, but I don’t want to stay here while we’re waiting to go home.” He shoved the clothes at her again until she took them. “Please, just get dressed.”

  She nodded. More agreeable when half asleep—duly noted.

  Greg left her to change and went to the bedroom to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

  “Okay, ready.” She appeared in the doorway with a stretch of her arms over her head. She was too damn fuckable at three a.m.

  “Good. Let’s go.” He turned off the small lamp by the bed and snagged her hand, leading her out of the ca
bin.

  “Why do you think it’s not safe here anymore?” she asked once he turned off the gravel roads and onto a solid highway.

  “Cell phones are easily tracked,” he said.

  “Who would track your phone? No one knows I’m with you.” She paused a beat. “Except Bernie. You think Bernie would try to hurt us? No way. I told you, he’s trustworthy.”

  No one in any crime family ever could be accused of being trustworthy, but he understood where she was coming from. She’d grown up around it, not directly in it, but close enough. She thought Bernie would have her back because he always had before.

  Except what if he hadn’t then and didn’t now.

  “I think we just need to be cautious, that’s all.”

  “Well, if they’re tracking your cell phone, won’t they still find us? You have your phone, don’t you?”

  He nodded. “It’s turned off. Look, more than likely nothing’s going to happen. It’s just a precaution.” He checked his rearview mirror. A dark SUV had come up behind them.

  The highway they drove on was scarcely used during the daytime; the odds of seeing anyone at night were even smaller.

  “Whatever,” she said and readjusted her seat.

  He should say something about her tone, and that damn word, but he was too busy watching the SUV get closer to them. Pushing on the gas, he picked up speed.

  So did the SUV.

  His knuckles whitened as he gripped the wheel tighter. Nora started talking again, but he was too focused to understand what she was going on about.

  Speeding up again, he watched the SUV. Even closer.

  Fuck.

  “Go in the glove box, Nora.” He pointed at the storage compartment on her side of the console.

  She popped it open and jumped back when his gun slid down the door toward her.

  “Hand that to me and get down on the floor.” He held out his hand.

  “Why? What’s going on?” She sounded panicked. Twisting in her seat, she looked out the back window. “Who are they?”

  “I don’t know, but I think we’re about to find out. Give me my gun and get down on the floor. Now would be the worst time to disobey me, Nora.” He threw on his dominant voice, knowing she’d react to it faster than just telling her what to do.

  She nodded and handed him his gun. It felt heavier in his hand than usual. But the weapon always felt heavier when he used it to protect those behind him.

  “Now get down.” He studied the mirrors. They’d be on them in a matter of seconds.

  Nora slid from her seat and crouched on the floor of the car, staring up at him with confusion and fear. A mixture that would normal make his body react, but this wasn’t play time. He wasn’t in full control of the situation. Not yet anyway.

  The SUV pulled into the left lane, plunging forward until they were window to window with him. He rolled his window down, keeping his gun in his lap and the car steady on the road. The tinted window of the SUV’s passenger side rolled down as well.

  A man, not much younger than himself, leaned out of the window.

  “Pull over!” He pointed to the shoulder of the road.

  “No!” Greg shook his head.

  “Now!” He pointed his gun at Greg.

  Greg floored the gas, gripping his gun in his hand and ready to use it if they pulled up to his side again.

  But they wanted him off the road, not a shoot-out. The SUV pulled up again, just until they were close enough, and then it turned into Greg and Nora.

  They didn’t let up; the SUV pushed his car. Greg managed to keep control of the car and released the gas. The last thing they needed was to roll over. Nora wasn’t in her seat, she’d be killed. He’d positioned her away from flying bullets not to withstand a hood over tires car crash.

  Cursing, he stopped fighting against the SUV and pulled the car to the shoulder and stepped on the brake.

  “Who are they?” Nora asked, wide-eyed from the floor of the car.

  “They didn’t give me their name,” he shot at her. “Just stay there, okay? And do everything I tell you. Do not hesitate. Just do what I say, understand?” Disobedience now could cost her her life, not a paddling. He needed her to understand that.

  “Yeah. Of course. I got it.” She nodded immediately. Good, she understood.

  Greg climbed out of the car and watched three men exit the SUV and head toward him. All three were dressed in black slacks and dark button-down shirts. They looked more likely to be heading to a business meeting than a showdown on the side of a Michigan highway.

  Two stood in front of the third. The man in the back was aged. Graying hair, portlier around the middle. The goons protected him.

  “That’s far enough.” Greg held up his gun.

  They stopped several paces away; the two in front drew their own weapons.

  An old-fashioned standoff. Great.

  “What do you want?” Greg asked.

  “We just want Elenora,” the blond pointing his gun at Greg’s chest said with a lazy grin. “Just give her to us and we go away.”

  “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Greg shook his head.

  “Jimmy, don’t be so fucking dramatic,” the older man hiding behind his men spoke. His voice triggered Greg’s memory. “You’re Greg, right?”

  “I told you, you aren’t taking Nora anywhere.”

  “Elenora, come out of the car,” the man called over to the car.

  “Stay put, Nora!” Greg said with clenched teeth, hoping that just this once, she would obey without question. Just trust him.

  “Bernie?” Nora’s little voice asked from the car.

  “Stay there,” Greg said again. Fucking Bernie. Greg’s gut had been right about that asshole.

  “Elenora, come out. You need to come with me to stay safe.”

  “Dammit, Nora. Stay down,” Greg said when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.

  “If you wanted her, why not wait until we got back to Chicago?” Greg demanded. “We were coming back, like you said.”

  “Ah, but not when I said. You’re going tonight.” Bernie shook a finger.

  “No, Greg was just taking us to a hotel.” The car door creaked, and Nora climbed out of the passenger side. At least she stayed behind the car.

  “Elenora, this man—” Bernie paused to shoot a disgusted look at Greg. “He’s not what you think. You’re not safe with him, you need to come with me.”

  “How’d you find us?” Nora asked, suspicion filling the question. Good girl, see what’s right in front of you.

  “You don’t think I’d let just anyone watch over you, do you?” Bernie’s voice morphed into a fatherly tone. “I had men look into him, Eleanora. I found his little plot of land, it was only a matter of time before we found you. Now come over here so we can get going. We have a lot of road to cover and a meeting early in the morning.”

  “No,” Greg said. He didn’t bother looking at her, he didn’t need to. She had doubts. He could feel it. And he would trust his instincts. He would trust her.

  “Bernie. I’m staying with Greg. Why don’t we just follow you?” she offered.

  Bernie laughed. “Greg’s not coming with us, Elenora. He’s staying here. Alive or dead is up to you, but he’s not coming with.”

  “What?” Nora’s voice cracked. “Why would you—you aren’t making any sense.”

  “Nora. I left the car running,” Greg stated, keeping his weapon trained on Bernie. His shoulder burned from his stance, but he’d keep it up for as long as he needed until she was away safe.

  “Greg. Let me make this clear for you. I looked into you. Deeply. I’m aware of that little bar you own with your brother and his pretty wife. I’m also fully aware that their sweet little girl goes to work with Mommy and Daddy nearly every day. It would be a fucking shame, an atrocity really, if something horrible were to happen to that bar while they were all there.”

  Greg’s finger froze on the trigger.

  “It’s okay. Ber
nie, I’m coming with you,” Nora announced with uncertainty laced in the words.

  “No, Nora! Stay!” Greg demanded. His mind reeled. If Bernie found them, he sure as hell found Blake and the girls.

  “It’s fine, Greg. Bernie won’t hurt me.” Her assurance didn’t hold up against Greg’s gut. Bernie wasn’t one of the good men.

  “Nora, you don’t know what you’re doing. Just stay put.”

  But she was already moving. The gravel crunched beneath her shoes as she made her away around the car to where Bernie stood.

  “She knows that I’ve always taken care of her. I’ve never lied to her. I’ve never held secrets from her,” Bernie snarled. “Unlike you! Does she know how you fucked up your last mission? How three of your soldiers were killed because of your orders?”

  Greg stiffened. Bernie really had done his homework, but not enough to find the official report. The unofficial report, the one given to the public, didn’t mention the insubordinate actions of those fallen men, but it didn’t matter. He’d been in charge. He’d been the one in command on that mission. If he’d been paying more attention to the three men at the back, planning their own actions, wanting to go their own route, he could have stopped them. Their actions got them killed, but he’d been their ranking officer—their deaths fell on his shoulders.

  Nora stopped moving. “What’s he talking about, Greg?”

  “Nothing. It has nothing to do with you or what’s going on here,” Greg answered, not daring to look away from the men still pointing guns at him. She would have to believe him. “Nora, don’t go with them. Get back over here.”

  She was slipping away from him. All the time he’d been demanding her truth, her full disclosure, and he’d been the one holding back. If he’d been forthcoming, if he’d told her what happened, why he really hadn’t re-enlisted, she wouldn’t be torn about who to believe. She’d easily choose him.

  Bernie sighed with a fake look of disappointment. “Fine, I guess I’ll tell her. Greg was hired to find you. He works with the feds, trying to take down the Santinelli family. You think it’s just coincidence he happened to be at the flower shop the same time the hit on Antonio was taken care of?”

  What the fuck?