She stares at me, eyes large for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing, doubling over with amusement. “I’m not a dog, Tyson.” She turns, giving me her back, and reaches for the door to leave.
I pick up my cell off my desk, unlock it, and open the app. I push the button before she can open the door.
A shrill scream comes from her as she drops to the floor. Quickly, she scoots backward to where her back is up against the wall to the left of the door. Her knees to her chest. Locking my cell, I set it down and make my way over to her.
Kneeling, I listen to her gasping for breath while she holds her neck. Her eyes swimming in unshed tears.So pretty.“You’re right, you’re not a dog. But you are my pet, Lake,” I say, reaching out and cupping her face.
She cowers, trying to pull her body away from me, but she’s up against the wall with nowhere to go. I lower my hand to run my fingers along the velvet wrapped around her delicate neck that I gave her before we got married earlier today. “This is a shock collar.”
Her eyes widen, and she gasps, the color draining from her beautiful features. “Wh-at?” The single word trembles on her plump lips.
“You may not have willingly crawled to me, but you will, little darling. Until then, I don’t mind forcing your hand.”
I grab her upper arm and yank her to her feet. I push the long curls off her chest and shoulders, watching the way it rises and falls with each sharp intake of breath.
Her watery blue eyes meet mine. “Tyson … please.” They plead with me as much as her words. I can’t even explain how turned on I am when she licks her lips, trying to catch her breath.
I lower my hand so the pads of my fingers run along the top of her leotard, gently feeling the softness of her cleavage, loving the sound of the whimper she makes with such little contact. Her body shakes, and her hands reach out to fist my button-up, preparing to push me away at any second.
“I can’t wait to come all over these, little darling,” I say, my eyes lifting to hers.
She’s staring at my shirt, avoiding me, but I feel the way her chest heaves at my words. I reach up and grab both straps on her shoulders and slowly pull them down her shaking arms, exposing her chest to the room. She isn’t wearing a bra. She doesn’t have one here. I smile, my hand dropping and slowly running my knuckles over her breasts.
“Your nipples are hard.” I make sure she knows I’m aware of her reaction to my touch, to my words. No matter how much her mind fights it, her body enjoys it.
She closes her eyes in shame.
“Did you like that?” I ask her, and she whimpers. “It’s okay, Lake. There will be lots of things that I do to you that your body will like.” I cup the side of her large breast and run my thumb over her hardened nipple, making her hiss in a breath.
Grabbing her arm, I pull her over to the couch and place my hand on her back to bend her over the side of the armrest. I yank the leotard farther down, and it falls to her ankles, pulling down her shorts and fishnets in the process. “Are you still bleeding?” I ask.
“I … I don’t know,” she replies softly, her ass and pussy up in the air for me to use.
Doesn’t matter if she is or not. It’s not going to stop me. I drop my hand between her legs and push her thong to the side before I run my fingers over her cunt, making her flinch. “You’re wet,” I say, loving the sound she makes. She already knew she was, but I like making her feel uncomfortable.
I unzip my slacks and pull my hard cock through my boxers, not even bothering to take them off. I need to order her a new uniform. Nothing but snaps on the leotard will suffice. I require easy access to my wife at all times.
As I rub my cock against her pussy, she whines, her ass wiggling back and forth, silently begging to be fucked. Smiling, I grab both her arms, pulling them behind her back parallel. I cross her small wrists, one hand wrapping around them to hold them in place while the other guides my cock into her cunt.
She cries out as I push my way into her, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning at how tight she is. Fucking incredible. “Before every shift, you will come to my office, and I will fuck you,” I tell her. “You will feel my cum leak out ofmypussy while you work. Do you understand me?’
“Yes,” she gasps, her body trying to fight me, but I’ve got her pinned in place.
She will serve men who stare at her all night, but I will be the one who fucks her. Who owns her.
My free hand grabs her hair, yanking her head up, and I don’t take it easy on her. It’s a quickie, just to prove a point, no matter how much I want to take my time fucking what’s mine.
Her whimpers and cries turn to moans and gasps. I hold her pinned down while my eyes fall to watch my cock slam into her soaked cunt until I can’t hold off any longer. I shove my hips forward one last time and come inside her. Pulling out, she flinches, and I release her arms.
She remains lying over the armrest, breathing heavily, and I shove my bloody cock back into my boxers. She’s still bleeding. Less than earlier, but it’s still there.
I make my way over to my desk, and she slowly rises, pulling up her fishnets, leotard, and shorts. “You’re dismissed, Lake,” I inform her, in case she hasn’t caught the hint, and place my attention on my computer. A moment later, I hear the door open and close at her departure.
LAIKYN
I runto the public bathroom on the first floor, looking at myself in the mirror. I wrap my fingers around the choker and try to pull on it. Tears run down my face, and I sniff. “Fucking sick bastard.” I yank on it some more, but there’s no use. All it does is pinch the skin on the back of my neck. It’s irritated, red, and itchy. “GODDAMMIT!”
My hands slap the counter, and I bow my head, trying to stop the tears that want to fall. I’m not this fucking weak. I told myself after Whitney was killed that I would not be this helpless girl.
