A bright smile blooms across Adler's face while his fingers return to my nipples. I lift my hands to swat him away but he collects both my wrists in one of his large hands and continues to twist, pinch, and pull my nipple between his fingers while he talks. “Stay with me for a month. Be my pet, my slave. Let me fuck you however and whenever I choose for the month. Do everything I say, and I mean everything. Do this and at the end of the month I will drive you home the day after the full moon.” He explains.
I'm both terrified and turned on. Well, his fingers expertly toying with my nipple isn't helping with that factor. I open my mouth to answer or at least tell him I can't think while he plays with me, but he speaks first. “I will cover all of your bills for the month. You will have no outside contact with the world unless I allow it and when it's over you will be paid handsomely.” He states.
I moan at the feeling of his thumb lightly strumming across my nipple, distracting me far too much to consciously consider this. My body feels like it's waking up, desperate for more of what I had last night. I just can't give in to him, not yet at least. “How much?” I stupidly ask.
Adler chuckles, leaning into me until he can suck my neglected nipple into his mouth. He toys with me for at least a minute, his tongue flicks at me while he lightly sucks on my tender flesh. It's a welcomed feeling after they'd been neglected last night, he didn't touch my chest once despite me praying he would.
I moan loudly and tip my head back while his tongue flicks over me, driving me slowly to an orgasm without even touching between my legs. I've never cum this easily in my life. How is this man doing this to me? Why is my body responding to him so easily? It's terrifying and arousing at the same time. I even whine when he pulls his mouth away from my chest. “Let's say $50,000.” He offers.
I think my eyes bug out of my head for a moment. I nod before I even consider how hard this month is going to be.
Adler's face turns serious and his hand slips away from my chest. “Your rules mean nothing if you agree to this. You agreeing to this agrees to anything I want for the month, sexual or not, no exceptions. Do you understand?” He asks more sternly.
I gulp, shaking my head no. What other uses would he have with an escort aside from sex?
“It means if I expect you to sleep beside me, on the floor, or in a kennel, you will do it. It means I decide what you eat and when you're allowed. I decide what you wear, what you do, and how you behave and you do not question me. You are my pet, my toy. You cum only when I allow it and you give me your entire body and mind for the month.” He explains.
Hesitantly, I nod. I'm terrified but I want to do this. Not just for the money but for the fact that I've never felt a need like this for someone. “You don't even know my name.” I mention.
Adler shrugs, standing up and pulling on the leash until I sit up fully in bed. Pain radiates through my entire bottom half and I'm not so certain I can walk, but we'll see how this goes. “Because your name is not important to me.” He states flatly.
That kind of stings to hear. I know I'm just a sex worker and nobody to him, but still. We're about to be roommates, or whatever this is, for the next month. “Violet Chambers.” I say anyway.
Chapter 5
Adler
Itug on Violet’s leash until she's sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor nervously. “I'm not sure I can walk; I think you broke me.” She says with a small laugh.
Again, I pull the leash until she stands. Just as expected, her legs buckle, and she falls to the floor. “Crawl.” I order.
I watch with a smirk while Violet gets on her hands and knees, staring up at me with both hatred and need when she's in position. “This is how you will be whenever you displease me, crawling like the pet that you are, but this time is just out of necessity.” I explain.
I pull the leash, walking slowly while Violet crawls behind me and toward the bathroom. She needs a shower and her wounds cleaned before we get started.
My cock is straining against the fabric of my boxers and my pajamas while I watch her sweet little ass sway as she crawls across my bedroom floor and her tits sway with each movement.
I'm not even sure why I'm keeping her other than to satisfy my human side and have someone to fuck on the blood moon in a month. It's a whole celebration with my unit, basically a massive orgy where the few that have partners can mate them in front of us all.
It works out though, I haven't had a woman to control and torment in a very long time. Most women run screaming when they meet my alien side, only wanting the calm and collected human version.
It's perfect that this woman can't run, can't scream, or reject either version of me, even if I don’t plan to shift in front of her again until the blood moon. It's a nice advantage of paying for her time. I get to fucking own her fully.
Violet makes it to the bathroom, looking around nervously when she doesn't see her clothes. “What will I wear?” She asks somewhat quietly, staring up at me through her lashes from her place on the floor.
I raise an eyebrow, smirking at her while I run a hand through her messy red curls. “What are you wearing now?” I asksarcastically. “Pets don't wear clothes. Remove your dressings and shower. I will be in the room waiting for you when you are done.” I state, walking out before she has the chance to argue.
I head back into my bedroom while I wait for her, deciding it is the perfect opportunity to get her space ready as well as to get some work done.
I'm ex-military, my whole unit was on a special ops mission on our last deployment. We thought we'd come home, maybe earn a medal, and get our discharge papers. Nope, our exit medical exam led to involuntary medical experiments.
It led to myself and my whole unit being injected with a mixture of alien and monster DNA. They claimed they wanted the perfect soldiers, unstoppable weapons that knew nothing but how to obey.
It didn't work.
We weren't supposed to have control of our minds, they expected us to be mindless assassins controlled by the alien inside of us, and it didn't turn out quite like they'd hoped.
It's a strange feeling having something, or rather someone, living inside my head. He talks to me, begging to let him take control that I won't give him. We've formed a partnership over the years though. As long as he gets to knot and fuck the women I fuck and I let him hunt, he's happy.
