The only thing keeping me going is the proud look on Adler’s face whenever he’s in front of me and the way he pets my hair and caresses my curves while he fucks me.
Chapter 7
Adler
By the time Brice, Nico, and I are done with Violet, she's practically unconscious and hunched over the leather couch in my dungeon.
My cock hurts from how many times I've fucked her so I know she must be miserable. Maybe that will teach her to obey me the first time.
I unfasten Violet from the couch and lift her unconscious body into my arms. “Thanks, guys.” I say with a chuckle.
Brice barks out a laugh, clapping me on the shoulder as he makes his way out of my dungeon. “Absolutely anytime.” He says confidently.
Yeah, I bet. Fucking the same woman repeatedly for hours isn't a favor as much as a reward.
Brice and Nico head home while I carry Violet back into my bedroom. I get her situated in her kennel beside the bed, remove the medical gag from her mouth, slide a nice silicone tail into her asshole, and lock her cage.
She'll be out for a few hours, I'm sure. That gives me time to get some work done and grab a shower.
It seems like hours of sitting in my office getting some work done before I hear my pet wake up. I had left my bedroom door open as well as my office so I could hear her, but I don't necessarily need to with the exceptional hearing I gained from the experiments.
“I like this one.” My alien says in my head. I roll my eyes, ignoring him while I head upstairs to my bedroom. I smile when I see her looking exhausted and rather terrified to be locked in a large metal cage. “Good afternoon, pet. Did you have a nice nap?” I ask.
Violet sits up as much as she's able, finally noticing the tail in her ass. Her hands reach back while I “tsk” her. “No touching your tail unless it's for the bathroom.” I say sternly. She jumps slightly at my tone and her eyes meet mine. “Yes, master, I had awonderful nap.” She says quietly. “May I eat something, please?” She asks.
While I know she hasn't eaten since she's been here and frankly, I have no idea when she's eaten last, she knows the rules. “What did I tell you about the rules?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Violet's shoulders deflate and she quietly sighs. “You decide what I eat and when I am allowed. I'm sorry, master.” She almost whispers.
I unlock her cage and clip her leash to her collar, pulling her until she crawls out from her cage and her knees rest on the soft carpet. She sighs in relief when her knees finally lay against a soft surface. “Can you walk? I don't want you hurting yourself crawling too much.” I ask.
“I don't know, I will try. Can you help me?” She asks.
I hold out a hand to her, letting her grab my hand to pull herself up. She sways a little and her legs shake but she's got it after a minute. “Come along.” I insist, pulling her leash along while I walk at an easy pace for her.
When we make it downstairs and into the kitchen I see her eyes everywhere, taking in the space around her. I didn't show her around last night because she was supposed to be gone by breakfast.
I just couldn’t help myself.
She looked so submissive, so fuckable, and teachable when she was strapped down to my bed. I'd left her cuffed, blindfolded, and duct taped until almost sunrise, just in case either one of us wanted another turn with her. I only released her, dressed her wounds, and covered her up once I had shifted back into myself and realized how rough we had been last night.
“You may sit on the floor beside my chair.” I state, pointing toward the chair at the head of the kitchen table.
Violet’s shoulders deflate some and she looks toward her feet. “Yes, master.” She says somewhat quietly.
While I get that this entire thing is a tad humiliating, it's supposed to be. “Keep your head up or I will replace your tail with a hook and tie your hair to it so you can only look forward.” I order.
She pops her head up at my command, already having learned that disobeying me is not something I will tolerate.
I make myself and her lunch while she sits on the floor as I've taught her. Her hands are behind her back, her chest sticking out, and her legs slightly spread. I find myself staring at her smooth cunt far too many times while cooking, even burning myself when I reached for the pan but was distracted by the naked body a few feet away.
My cock still aches from fucking her, it had to have been at least five times, but I want more.
I turn down the heat on the pan and cover our lunch with a lid, my focus turning to Violet afterward. “Come bend over my counter.” I demand.
Violet jumps up and leaves the handle of her leash in her mouth while she walks toward me. “Right there.” I demand, patting the spot I'd like to see her chest pressed against.
Without hesitation she leans over the counter, pressing her bare breasts into the cold marble. A shiver runs down her and I see goosebumps line her skin at the contact, but she obeys. “Cold?” I ask while my hand runs down her spine.
