by Rina Kent
“Jasper—”
“Shh.” I cut her off, shaking my head. “You’re at your second strike, Pet.”
“S-Second strike? What does that mean?”
“It means you should be lifeless right now, but I’m thinking about an alternative. The best thing you can do right now is to shut the fuck up.”
She swallows. I can see her need to speak, say something, even protest, but there’s something curious about my little Petal. When she’s at my mercy — or the lack thereof, her smart mouth is usually slightly parted as if begging for my cock inside it.
That’s an idea.
I release her and she shudders, visibly pushing against the mattress. Poor little Petal. Does she really think anything will save her from me?
“On your knees, Pet.”
She pushes against the headboard, pulling the sheet to her neck and watching me with unfocused eyes. Could be because of the alcohol in her system, but she’s finding trouble keeping up.
“Jasper, I... I don’t want to do this.”
I cock my head to the side. “Do what?”
“Whatever it is you want me to do.”
“Why?”
She thins her lips into a line but says nothing.
“Why, Pet?” I rise to my feet, towering over her until my shadow falls on her small frame.
“Y-you’re scaring me.”
A smirk lifts my lips. “Is that so?”
Her mouth trembles as she tightens her hold on the sheet. My sweet little Petal is almost like those who beg for their lives at the last second. They know nothing will save them, but they still fight for that hope of freedom anyway.
“It’s useless, Pet. You’re already caught.”
“Can’t you un-caught me.” There’s a hint of her feistiness in there, but she soon clamps her mouth shut.
A humorless chuckle rips from me. “No, and that’s not even a word. Aren’t you supposed to be a nerd?”
“How... how do you know that?”
Her huge eyes widen even more, almost bulging out of their sockets. She’s starting to suspect me, and while I camouflaged it well at the beginning, I couldn’t give two shits about it right now. She can suspect me all she likes, but there will be no changing this.
“On your fucking knees. I won’t repeat myself.”
It’s slow and almost uncoordinated, but she releases the sheet and lets it fall beside her as she stumbles. I shove both my hands in my pockets, so I don’t reach out and steady her.
My little Petal needs to learn how to follow orders. From now on, it’s going to be imperative for her survival.
“Faster.”
She flinches at my authoritative tone but quickly kneels in front of me, her eyes meeting mine. Although they’re clouded by fear, there’s something else, too.
Something wild and unhinged.
I unbuckle my pants and let them fall to the ground as I free my dick. It’s been rock-fucking hard since the moment I beat those guys up for putting their goddamn hands on her. I even contemplated bending her over the bar’s table and fucking her in front of the entire club, so the world would know who she belongs to.
“You’re going to suck me and you’re going to make it good, Pet.” I shove my dick against her lips, wetting them with my pre-cum. “Am I making myself clear?”
She slowly opens her tiny mouth, her hands reaching out to aid her with my thickness. I’m too big for her, and I groan as I watch her struggle, trying to fit me in without triggering her gag reflex.
She’s gentle, soft, too soft for my mood right now.
“Did I ask you to caress me?”
She shakes her head frantically, picking up her pace, but it’s still not enough. Nothing is enough with my little Petal. She can stay on her knees for eternity, getting me off and it still won’t be enough.
I grab a fistful of her hair, wrap it around my hand, and tug harshly. She cries out at the pain at her roots, but she doesn’t stop sucking.
With my fist in her hair, I shove myself deep down her throat. Her eyes bulge and redden, tears pooling at the bottom of those gray clouds that are driving me fucking crazy.
I pull out of her and she coughs, my pre-cum and her drool forming rivulets on either side of her mouth.
As she sucks in a deep breath, I pull her by the hair again and hit the back of her throat with my dick, my hips jerking with the movement.
She stares at me with defiance, tears stroking her cheeks and face flushed, but she doesn’t break eye contact, as if challenging me, taunting me.
My little Petal doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.
I pull out of her and drag her to her feet by the hair. Her squeal rips through the room as I throw her on the bed, face down.
Animals are called animals for letting their instincts take over, for acting on their impulses.
I’m a fucking animal as I lunge on Petal’s back and rip her dress off with my bare hands.
She gasps and tries to kick me away, her cries and pants are accentuated by the silence in the room.
The moment her bare flesh is in sight, I fucking lose it.
She’s wearing nothing underneath. No bra, no panties —nothing.
I grab a fistful of her hair as my front covers her back. My voice is calm, unlike the war raging inside me. “What were your plans for the night, my pet? Who did you go bare for?”
“N-No one.” The tremors in her voice only feed my beast, causing me to harden and urging me to take it out on her smooth, unblemished flesh.
“No one?” I bring my hand down on her ass cheek.
She yelps, the sound ending on a pained moan. The smell of her arousal fills the air like she doesn’t know whether to be turned on or upset by the slap.
My little Petal is that way sometimes, unable to let go, even when deep down, she wants to.
“The dress,” she gasps.
“The dress?” I pull it completely off her and throw the torn cloth on the ground. “Which dress?”
“The one you just ruined. It looks better on its own.” She pants as if coming down from a marathon.
“Let me tell you a secret, Pet.” I thrust three fingers inside her wet cunt, making her arch off the bed as I lean over to bite her lobe into my mouth. “You look the best out of it.”
Her eyes roll back as I lick down her cheek and then latch onto a spot on her neck that drives her fucking crazy. I suck hard and bite and leave my mark like a primal being claiming what belongs to him, all while fucking her with my fingers.
I don’t stop when she cries out or when she begs, or even when her eyes fill with tears.
The stimulation is torturing her, making her slick and hot and tingly. I feel it against my hand as she soaks me, demanding more.
I give her just that.
Clutching her ass cheek, I shove off her and pull her up by the hips so her ass is up in the air and her glistening wetness is ready for me.
“Jas... please.”
“Please what?”
“L-Let me go…” Her trembling body betrays her. The way her ass molds into my hand, demanding I fuck her in it, is also betraying her.
But that’s the thing with my little Petal. She’s at her best when she’s offered no mercy.
“Let you go?” I slap her ass again and she bucks off, yelping. “Do you think that’s an option?”
“You’re killing me.” She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes glistening, cheeks red, and the hickeys on her neck glaring at me with pride.
“That’s the point, my pet. This is your second strike after all.” I remove my fingers, grab hold of her hips, and slam my dick balls deep into her tight pussy.
She cries out, and the sound is muffled as she hides her face into the pillow.
I don’t fuck her, I punish her. I slam inside her with a force that bucks her body off the bed and the little whimpers coming from her are driving me fucking insane.
My balls tighten with the need to release my seed inside her and mark h
er for the fucking world to see.
“Jasper, oh, please…” she mumbles against the pillow.
“Let you go? Let you come? Pick one, my pet.”
“I hate you,” she gasps on the word as her ass wiggles against me, demanding more, demanding everything.
That’s the thing about my little Petal. She’s greedy and she’s a fucking seductress. It’s just that she needs that wanton slut wrenched out of her.
“I hate you too, Petal.” I pound inside her with the pace of a madman. It gets faster and harder, stronger and louder. Her tits bounce with the force of it and her moans break.
“Jas... Jas…”
“What will it be, Pet? Come or fucking go?”
“Come! Make me come!”
I pull out almost completely then slam back in, my thumb pressing on her clit at the same time.
Her nails dig into the mattress as she lets out a moan mixed with a sob. A full-body shudder grips her as she unravels around my cock.
Seeing her come undone around me is an aphrodisiac in itself. There’s no way in fuck I’m letting another person see her at her best, at her most fragile and erotic form as I do now.
I grip her hair in a ponytail, slightly lifting her off the bed as I ram inside her with ruthless thrusts. Another wave hits her, bleeding into the previous one as I empty myself in her heat.
My shoulders tighten with the force of my release as my cum fills her to the brim.
A soft sigh leaves her lips and I pull out of her, watching the streaks of my cum trailing down her thighs.
My cock is about ready to take her over and over and fucking over again. I need to mark her, claim her, and bind her to me.
As she watches me with half-lidded eyes, my cum filling her and my marks decorating her neck, only one thought remains.
Mine.
16
Georgina
I trace my fingers over Jas' chest, all the questions I want to ask him are running through my head.
He might have fucked me senseless, but he won’t make me forget about the questions he avoided. He still hasn't told me the whole truth, and the nagging little voice in the back of my mind demands I finally get some answers.
After the night we've had, I'm afraid to ask, but I also know I won't have any peace of mind until Jasper comes clean.
"Jas," I mutter, tracing my finger over his full lips.
"Hm?" His eyes are closed. There's a faint shadow of stubble on his chiseled jaw, and he looks more peaceful than I've ever seen him.
"I need to ask you a few more things." I hate breaking the spell.
Jasper groans and grabs me by the throat. I moan as he drags me on top of him, fingers tangling in my hair as he holds my head up, looking deep into my eyes. "Why do you always have to have so many questions, Pet? Can't we just do what we're best at and fuck?"
"No." I scramble out of his reach and sit cross-legged on the bed. Jas groans, glancing at the alarm clock next to my bed.
"Petal, it's four thirty a.m."
"I don't care."
"So, what are these questions?" He sighs, sitting up in bed and earning a victorious smile from me. "More stuff I don't want to answer?"
"You don't want to tell me anything at all, anyway." I roll my eyes and nudge him playfully. "Come on. I just want to know more about you."
"Like what?"
"Like... do you have any siblings?" He shakes his head, his mouth setting in a thin line, and I give it a moment's thought before I go on. "What about pets? I know you don't like cats, but maybe a dog?"
"No." His answer is firm and leaves room for no other questions. "Are you done with the interrogation?"
"I've barely asked you two questions!" I sigh in frustration and roll onto my front, with my feet up in the air. "What about your job, then? You haven't even told me what you do?"
"I told you," he mutters. "I work in HR, at C Electronics. You could say I'm someone who gets things done."
"Okay." I raise an eyebrow at him. "For the company?"
"For the family."
"Which family?"
He groans. "Is this necessary?"
"Yes," I insist. "Who do you run errands for?"
"You met him," Jas mutters.
"That Lucio guy?" He nods reluctantly. Once again, the thought of the creepy guy I'd seen in front of my apartment sends chills down my spine. There's something unnerving about him. I remind myself not to judge and try to find out more before I make any crazy assumptions. Just because he gives me the creeps doesn't mean he's a bad person. "So, what kind of errands do you run for him?"
"Whatever needs doing." Jas yawns and pulls the duvet higher. "Can we go to sleep, Petal? You're getting on my nerves."
"Just one more question," I beg, and he finally gives in, glaring at me as he motions for me to go on. "Have you hurt anyone for this Lucio guy?"
"Define hurt."
"You know what I mean, Jas." The question is making my own heart race. I taste acid. I'm scared of Jasper's answer. "Have you hurt innocent people as part of your job?"
He stares back at me, but says nothing. His full lips thin into a line and we have a silent blinking competition that I lose.
"Answer me," I demand.
"Stop bossing me around. I own you, not the other way around, Petal."
"Like fuck you do." I'm out of the bed in a flash, eyes filled with anger. It seems like not even an hour can go by without us getting into an argument, and the last one is still too fresh on my mind to just sweep it under the rug. "Are you going to answer me, Jasper? Because if you're not, the fucking door is right there."
He follows my pointed finger and stares at the door like he's contemplating whether he should just walk out on me. I know I'm being crazy, but I can't help it. All of Jas' cryptic answers, that weird guy Lucio, and then the scene at the club tonight – I can't just pretend it's nothing.
"Are you sure, Pet?" he finally asks, and I find myself nodding. I've gone too far with this now. I can't just back out.
As he gets up and my heart starts to hammer out of control, I ignore it. I stare at the floor, hoping he'll change his mind, but instead, he grabs his boxers and jeans and pulls them on. I stare at his chiseled body. He has some questionable scars I've asked nothing about. Now that I opened the Pandora’s box, I'm afraid to know the truth.
Jas gets dressed and approaches me. "You keep sending me away. I wonder when you're going to realize I'm never leaving."
I shrug him off and he takes the hint, walking away. Just when he's at the bedroom door, my stupid heart calls out to him, and the words tear themselves from my lips before I can stop myself.
"Jas, wait..."
He doesn't need to be told twice. Jasper turns around, reaching me in four quick steps and throwing my trembling body on the bed.
"You never tell me to leave again, Pet," he growls at me.
His fingers tear at my shirt with possessive need, buttons flying everywhere. He rips my shirt open down the middle and I gasp when his fingers find my nipples. They twist and pinch painfully and I cry out, but not for long – a moment later, Jas sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down, causing waves of ecstasy to roll through my body.
"That's for being a controlling little monster," he groans against my skin. "And this is for telling me to leave. A pet doesn’t tell their master to leave, is that clear?"
I mewl when he bites me, but he only takes it as an invitation to take things further. It makes me wonder when I'm going to admit his cruel kind of love is exactly what I need, and what I've wanted this whole time. The missing piece.
As he continues his assault on my body, the realization I hid away from the entire night hits me.
Jasper following me.
The spider.
The glass.
The window.
The spider.
The glass.
The window.
I push Jasper off.
"What the fuck now?" He makes a grab for me, but I dodge it, r
unning into the kitchen. He follows behind and I stand trembling in front of the kitchen cabinets. "What is it, Pet?"
"I want some water," I say, trying to stay calm. "Can you pour me a glass?"
Jas gives me an odd look, but shrugs and heads for the cabinet with the glasses. He doesn't even hesitate to ask where they are. And he gets it right on the first try.
"How did you know where the glasses were?"
He freezes mid-move, turning to give me a sideways look over his shoulder. "Huh?"
"The glasses. How did you know where they were?"
"I probably saw you take them out before."
"I don't think so." I cross my arms. "Oh my God. It's you, isn't it?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Pet?" He looks menacing as he walks up to me. "What are you on about now?"
"You're the freak who's been following me around!" I cry out, jamming a finger into his chest. "You left the window open. You took care of that spider. You put the glass back."
"Petal." Jas' eyes burn with silent fire, urging me not to go on. "Drop this now. I'm warning you."
"Is it you?" I demand. "Are you the one who's been... stalking me?"
He stares back at me, eyes cold.
"Answer me!" I slam my fists against his chest, but he easily gathers them in his hands and pulls me away. "What do you want to hear, Pet? I don't think it's the truth."
"It would be a nice change," I scoff, pulling free of his grip. "Because all you've done so far is fucking lie. I don't know whether a single thing I know about you is the truth. Including your name."
"Fine." His voice is cold now, dripping with ice. "I've been keeping an eye on you. Someone had to."
"What?" I run my hands through my hair as I stare at him. "I can't believe it. You... I... You had me thinking I was crazy, Jasper! Imagining things, going insane..."
"I was trying to take care of you," he grits out.
"I can take care of myself!" The bastard actually laughs out loud and I scream, attacking him again. From the sofa, my cats watch us fighting without a care in the world. Unfaithful little bastards. "I can't believe what you've done. You're sick, Jas! Sick!"