Page 29 of Little Puppet

“Grace.” It’s a plea from his lips to go easy on him.

He’s a broken, delicate soul. Anyone can see that. But he’s also a fucking monster, so I need to tread lightly.

He gave me a glimpse earlier into the power I hold over him, and it’s the only thing that has me confident that this will be okay.

Unless he’s playing me for a fool, all my effort will be for naught.

But at least I’ll have had some fun before he kills me. There’s that to fall back on.

He steps into the tub, cock swinging as he closes the curtain, and I step back, giving him a berth to move under the water.

“Where would you like me to wash first, master?” I ask, my tone playful and raspy.

The last part I can’t help. It’s his power over me that makes it drop an octave.

“You’re toying with me,” he says as I rub the bar of soap through my hands, making suds.

“Am I?” I lift a brow, licking water off my lips.

“I’m certain of it, and if you keep it up, you’re going to coax a darker fucking nature out of me,” he promises, ending on a hiss as I grasp the soft, flaccid shaft of him and work soap over it, bringing it back to life as I wash him clean.

“And this darker version of you, what will he do to me?” I ask him, using the slickness of the suds to stroke him as his cock fills with blood, hardening in my hand.

One of his hands slams against the shower wall, a thud reverberating under the power of where he grasps for stability.

“He’ll cut you just to watch you fucking bleed, Grace. Don’t press him. Don’t call him out.” His tone is pleading, as if he, too, is afraid of this dark alter ego that lives beneath his skin.

“Don’t worry. I think he’ll like me as much as you do. I think I’m safe with either version of you.”

I don’t know what made me say it. But I realized itwas the wrong thing to say quickly as something changed in his eyes.

As they darkened around their edges.

His hand juts out, the back of it slapping across my wet cheek, and my head turns violently from the motion, my chest heaving in breaths through the pain and shame.

“You’ll never be safe as long as I have you in my sites, darling. Don’t you understand that? I want to fucking kill you. I dream about it. Fantasize about what your lifeless mouth would feel like with my cock spearing through it. What your dry, cold cunt would feel like as my warm fingers pressed inside. I’m not a man you should be fucking with, puppet. It seems you need to be taught. Seems you’re a hands-on learner.”

There’s dark promise in his words, and my body quakes as I drop my hand from his steel cock and gently rub it over the welt on my cheek.

Despite all he’s said and the damage to my face, there’s a deep ache between my thighs that I can deny to Cain but not to myself.

So, I keep silent and press my legs together to calm it.

“Get out of the shower and dry off. When I get out, I want you on the bed, kneeling.” His command is even-toned and precise.

I don’t hesitate to step out and grab the towel I’d laid out for myself on the counter, pulling one from beneath the cabinet out for Cain.

When I’m dry, I hang my towel and do as I’m told, kneeling in the middle of the bed with my head bent.

When I hear the water shut off in the bathroom, my breathing hitches, and a dizzying feeling races through my veins.

“On all fours, puppet,” he says, and my legs shake as I obey.

“Mm, good girl. Now, let’s introduce you to Cain Mordova, shall we?”

Chapter 9

Her plump ass with creamy skin is in the air, and her pussy is already glistening. She’s the perfect puppet that doesn’t even realize how perfect she is.

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