Page 3 of Domination

Vinny

My little pet is terrified, scared shitless, and I delight in it. Not because I’m a sadist, not always at least, but because I relish the prospect of providing comfort to my startled little pet like never before.

Hell, I don’t know who she is or where the hell she came from, but I intend on finding out.

I just need to get her dainty little fingers to sign the contract giving me full advantage to her without any fallout. The last thing I need is more of a spotlight on me. I’ve had enough recently to last me a lifetime, and given my track record with women, I need them to know my expectations up front so they don’t get any ideas of wanting more from me.

The moment I push into my office and flip the lights on, I know my youngest son, Rocco, has been in here. I can smell the little fucker; the sandalwood cologne he uses is a dead giveaway.

Still, I push the thought of my son aside and concentrate on the fact my cock is busting from my pants. Ispin her around to face me. “In here, Little Pet.” She strides in, feigning confidence, but I don’t miss the tremble in her fingertips. In our world, we rely on noticing every action. After all, it could, one day, save your life.

“Why do you call me that?” Her soft voice sounds innocent, intriguing me, and I have to suppress a shudder of my own as I imagine her on her knees begging so sweetly for a taste of my cum.

“Because you’re my pet. Tell me, Little Pet, do you normally go into rooms with men you don’t know?”

Her bright eyes widen, and she darts her gaze around the room as if only just realizing the vulnerable position she’s landed herself in. “I-I don’t.”

She withers under my scrutiny, and I lick my lips, biting back the chuckle threatening to escape me. My thick fingers find her narrow hips, holding her tightly to prevent her escape.

Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I see the curtain behind me move slightly, so I sniff the air. I’m going to kill him. I grit my teeth at the thought of Rocco fucking his wife in here when there’re multiple other rooms he could take her.

Well, let the little fucker be uncomfortable in the presence of my pet. I smirk to myself and amp up my game.

“Are you going to let Daddy play with you?” My smooth voice fills the air.

Her blue eyes flare with arousal, and a startled gasp leaves her edible little lips. A sound I want to bottle up and keep for myself, one I want no one else hearing, andthe thought of my son and potentially his wife witnessing it makes me feel murderous inside.

“What sort of play?” she squeaks.

The word “play” should never be on her lips. Ever. The word alone could bring a man to his knees. My balls ache, and I bite into my lower lip to stifle the feral roar demanding to be released.

“Daddy wants to gag these little lips with his leather belt.” Her eyes widen, and I rejoice in the fear floating there.

“Put a collar on this soft, delicate neck of yours”—I drag the tip of my finger down her cheek and over her neck and back up—“and he’s going to splash his cum all over this pretty little face. Then I’m going to flip you over and use all your tiny holes while you scream out your pleasure.”

My palm rests over her heart, which is hammering furiously, and her small nipples become pointed. Fuck me, that narrow throat will be delicious stuffed with my thick cock as she struggles to take all of me. A spurt of pre-cum has me itching to stroke over my throbbing length, but I resist the urge. I’m fifty-fucking-five not fifteen.

“C-collar me?” She sounds like she’s ready to run for the door, but she surprises me by remaining rooted to the spot.

“Hm, a leash too.” I grin at her maniacally, imagining using the leash to yank her slender neck back while I fuck her ruthlessly from behind. My perfect little pet being used so thoroughly.

“A leash?”

I nod. “Then Daddy is going to take good care of you. What do you say to that, Little Pet?” I caress her silky locks, delighting in the way she leans toward my touch instead of recoiling like the last little pet I owned.

This one is already the perfect submissive and completely unaware of the fact.

“Y-yes,” she pants, high on my promise, and it takes everything in me not to act on my words right here and now.

But the last thing I want is for my son to witness her unravel for me. As much as I know he’s in love with his wife, Hallie, I’m also aware that he is a much-younger version of myself, and I don’t want to have to ruin his good looks to make me feel better.

“Come, let me take you somewhere special.” I step back and hold out my hand, leaving the choice up to her now that she knows my desires.

Take it.I will her with my eyes.Take it and let me dominate every fucking inch of you.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

With excitement thrumming through me like liquid lust, I stride toward the door, and as I push my little pet through it, I turn my head over my shoulder. “Rocco?” I glare at the curtains. “Get this fucking office fumigated, you little shit,” I grit out.

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