Page 9 of Such A Good Girl

Fuck.

My dick was fighting against my zip, warring to reach the plump-lipped redhead. I stroked my fingers over her lips on the screen, wishing I could pull the picture down further to see her eyes.

What I’d give to see her on her knees looking up at me with that collar on.

I’d cherish her.

Adore her.

Fill her with all the cum she deserved.

I pulled up her order, her name right there on the page in black text.

Ashley Brimley.

A pretty enough name.

And only fifty miles away.

An insidious thought ate its way into my brain, destroying all the sensible ones that rattled against it.

I’d longed for a pet of my own. Sweet Ashley needed a good owner. One who would treat her the way she needed. One who’d show her how to be adored, show her what she deserved.

An owner like me.

SEVEN

ASHLEY

Days passed, eventually the awkwardness of my confrontation with Jerry fading into our normal routine. Cleaning. Gaming. Ignoring.

Jerry left for work and I threw myself onto the sofa, closing my eyes and resisting the urge to scratch my nails into my face.

I needed something to change.

Anything.

Life was ticking by and leaving me with nothing but more wrinkles by the day. Heartache and eye creases. The fucking glamour.

The front door opened and closed, but there were no footsteps in the hall.

‘Jerry, did you forget something?’ I asked.

Silence.

Dragging myself to my feet, I headed to check the door. On the floor lay a folded sheet of paper, the word PET written in block capitals on the front.

Curiosity had me opening the paper, the words inside again in the same block capitals. Was it from Jerry?

I see you.

A perfect pet who needs to be looked after. Such a lovely collar and you need someone to take the leash. Wear it for me this afternoon, pet, and I will show you how to be adored.

Be on your knees in the kitchen at three o’clock wearing nothing but the leather collar and cuffs.

For a moment my heart all but stopped.

What the fuck was this?

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