Page 55 of Becoming His Pet

“You’re right.” She bowed her head. “When I call Bernie back, I’ll tell him about you, and you can talk with him. Then all three of us can decide what happens next.”

“Good decision.” Like she really had any other options, but he was not going to point that out.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, and about the bolt. But I’m not going back in that thing.” She pointed at the broken crate.

“Well, pet, see, that’s where it gets a little muddy. Because you’ll go where I put you, and you’ll do what I say.”

“How can you say we’re partners one minute and then pull that shit the next?” She waved a hand at him in irritation.

“Because you like it.” He shrugged; even if she couldn’t come to terms with it yet, he saw it. He noticed how her eyes dilated when she looked at the crate. He’d seen it when she licked her lips when he talked about her being a good pet. And he’d known it when he hunted her down in the forest and they’d shared explosive orgasms.

“I—” She laughed. “I do not!” She huffed again, looking away from him. He could still see the deep blush taking over her neck and her face. His girl didn’t just like it, she fucking loved it.

“Another lie?”

“No! I...” she scoffed. Poor thing was probably trying to figure out how to end the conversation without having to admit she enjoyed the little games he played with her.

Too bad for her, there was no way out.

“Well. Here’s the situation. You were a naughty pet, weren’t you?” he asked, taking the last step to close the gap between them. He yanked the rope around her waist. The cotton robe fell open, exposing her naked form. How fucking much he loved her body.

He slipped his hands inside the robe, holding her waist so she couldn’t step away.

“Ring the bell for me, pet.” He stared at the little bell attached to her collar.

He smacked her hand away when she reached for it. “No hands.”

She wrinkled her brow at first, but then slowly she shook her head, making the faintest of sounds with the bell.

“Good girl, see—not so bad to obey.” He spread his fingers over her waist, gripping her soft flesh and pulling her closer to him. “Now. You were naughty, do you agree?”

“I already apologized.” She put her chin higher. It was all fake. All this show of defiance. He could see through her, see the arousal, see the need, but she hadn’t admitted it yet.

“And do you think an apology is enough?” He ran his left hand up to her breast, palming it and rubbing her nipple until it was hard beneath his touch.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“I don’t understand any of this. I should want to claw your eyes out,” she said, trying to twist away from his touch.

“I love your choice of words.” He kissed her nose, and she growled. “You don’t want to though, right? You want to be my good pet, so you can have all the fun playtime. The fucking, the orgasms, the warm feeling that takes over your body when I’m happy with my pet?”

Her eyes avoided his, but he could still see the truth. He brushed his nose against hers and stroked the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs.

“I want to understand all of this.” She nodded with a heady breath.

“Maybe you don’t need to understand the whys, maybe all you need to know is when you’re my good pet we’re both happy, and when you’re a naughty pet we’re both unhappy. And this morning—were you a good pet or a naughty pet?”

She took a shaky breath. It wasn’t easy coming to grips with desires as dark as hers, especially when she hadn’t known she had them.

“I was a naughty pet,” she whispered, arching her back when his fingers wrapped around her nipples.

“That’s right. But I know how to make you good again. I know how to put us right again. Don’t I?” He rolled her nipples between his fingertips. Not hard, he didn’t want to give her pain yet, but he wanted her to see that not everything he did was just to hurt her.

“You’re going to punish me.” She nodded, a tear slipping from her eye.

He caught it with his tongue and dragged it across her cheek.

“Yes, I am,” he whispered in her ear and pinched her nipples until she squealed.