Page 12 of Such A Good Girl

‘I’m not here to hurt you, Ashley. I’m here to let you know that I see you. That a needy pet without a leash is a terrible waste.’

Kicking out only made him laugh again as he easily lifted my feet from the floor and carried me back to the hallway, standing me in front of the full-length mirror.

I screwed my eyes shut at the sight of myself naked in the invaders’s arms.

‘Tsk tsk, there’s no hiding. Open your eyes. You need to see this.’

I didn’t want to see it. Seeing it would make it real.

‘I’m married,’ I whispered, hoping it would make him worry about being caught.

‘Yes. To a man who prefers video games to your pretty little cunt. You showed him the collar and cuffs, didn’t you?’ His voice reverberated against my back from within his chest, deep and rumbling. ‘He didn’t appreciate it. You. You deserve to be seen. Good girls like you thrive on attention. On being desired.’

My legs trembled with the way his fingers traced over my skin as he spoke. I opened my eyes, watching as they drifted to my chest, circling a solid nipple.

‘Desire makes you long for touch, and touch is like the ultimate treat for a pet like you. Even now, you don’t know who I am, but your body begs for more.’

I shook my head, my gaze sliding to the floor. Fingers gripped my chin and forced me to look at him in our reflection.

‘I see it in the way your face reddens. I hear it in the changes in your breathing. I bet if I slipped between your legs I’d feel it too, wouldn’t I?’

‘No,’ I said, spitting the words out. Disgusted with myself.

‘Mmm?’ He murmured, before shoving two fingers roughly inside of me.

Clamping my thighs together didn’t force him out of me, it only made the pressure feel better.

‘Fucking soaked,’ he groaned, arching his fingers. My eyes rolled. The sight of his thick, veiny arm pressing over my stomach, his hand disappearing between my thighs, made me whimper. It had been so long since someone else had touched me. Since Jerry had touched me.

He withdrew his fingers, and I wanted to beg him to keep going. Instead, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing my wetness to gather on my tongue. I bit his fingers at the sudden invasion, my salty-sweet taste filling my mouth.

‘Oh, I love a bitch that bites back. Don’t pretend you don’t want this, Pet. You begged for attention online, looking to be noticed. I’m here to give you what you need.’

Using his other hand, he gripped one of my nipples and twisted it firmly. I cried out, releasing his fingers. My legs crumpled when he pressed his boot into the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel and moving behind me.

I tried to fight back, but I was no match for his strength, and he locked my thighs in place, spread wide, with his own legs. One hand slipped into the gap between my collar and my throat, making my breaths shallower.

‘So perfect,’ he whispered, his mask pressing into the side of my face. ‘He’s an idiot. I made you this collar, Pet. I’m going to watch as you come against my hand. We’re going to watch.’

Shame filled me when he pressed his other hand between my legs, circling my clit with sure strokes. I fought against the touch, wanting to hate it. To hate him.

With each turn of his fingers, my resistance crumbled. My breaths turned to a pant, then a whimper. My cheeks burned red, the colour spreading to my chest. When his fingers slowed, I moved my hips, desperate to fuel my building orgasm.

‘There you go. That’s it. Ride my hand. Show me what a horny pet you are. If you learn to come against my hand, I might come back and give you what you really need. A nice big cock to suck. Bet you’d swallow it real good, wouldn’t you?’

I nodded, his dirty words only making me buck faster against him. Close, I was so close.

He pinned my hips, thrusting against my ass.

‘Do you feel what you do to me? I’ve got a great big bone just for you.’

My stomach flipped at his disgusting words, the vulgar phrasing. But my cunt reacted, giving away the truth. A spasm rocked through me, and I let out a low moan.

‘I made this collar special,’ he said as he reached back down and slid two thick fingers inside me, roughly pistoning them. ‘I came on the leather and buffed it in, marking you as mine. I’d hoped that you’d be fucked never knowing that I was circling your neck the entire time. But this way’s better, don’t you think? Seeing you debasing yourself against my palm without even knowing who I am.’

He was the man who made my collar… the man who owned the leather store. Fuck, I’d been so stupid to put the review on there when he had my address. Tension seized my body as heheld me on the precipice, every one of my nerves screaming for release.

‘You’re so much better than I imagined,’ he groaned into my ear before violently fucking me with his fingers, his palm crushing against my clit in an onslaught I couldn’t fight.

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