I knew it was a bad day to go see them. But as soon as I realized she was up there alone, there was no going back.

I hadn’t been alone with Pet since the day I met her. I’d seen them both several times since, fucked her with her guy there, both our cocks buried inside her. But not like this, never like this. Never just sitting down next to her, talking like we actually hung out outside of fucking each other senseless.

It felt too fucking good to admit. The girl was special, from her pretty pastel purple hair to the words that came out of her pouty mouth. She was so well-read it felt like she was much older than the eighteen years she’d turned a few months back before meeting King, as she told me.

I wanted to fuck her while we were alone. Wanted to bury my cock inside her while she begged for me and only me, begged for orgasm after orgasm. But I didn’t dare talk to her about it. I knew I’d already be in trouble if her guy found out I’d paid her a visit like this.

To be fair, Maria had been a huge help in my new stalking obsession. She’d started telling me all about her habits. I’d gone to a bar the girls had met up at twice, not that Pet ever saw me. I downed drink after drink, sometimes catching Maria’s eye, but most of the time, just fucking staring at Pet like a damn creep. She was getting under my skin, making a place for herself right inside my head and getting fucking comfortable too.

After King kicked me out, I got real fucking worried though. Something was up with him. Something fucked up happened that night, judging by the blood on his hands, but he wouldn’t talk about it. Not to me, not the next time I saw them both. He didn’t say a word, just came all the way down Pet’s throat right along with me as she sucked us both.

That night, Maria told me she’d be meeting up with Pet again, and like always, I went to the back of the bar to watch them. I had a few chicks come up to me, wet and hopeful as they twirled their hair and sucked their drinks through straws. I turned them all down, too focused on my girl who wasn’t quite mine yet. I watched her come in, wearing some silly excuse for a dress that looked more like a scrap of fabric. It pissed me right off, the way people looked at her. Those hungry looks devouring my girl, thinking they could fuck her if they wanted to. I would kill someone if they went up to her.

Pet looked at her phone and furrowed her brows just as my own phone dinged with a text. I looked down to read it, taking my eyes off her for a moment.

Looks like it’s your lucky night, stud, the text from Maria read. I’ve had to cancel. If you’re there, have a drink with her? Make sure you don’t get caught. xx

I looked back up, and there was a guy next to her. My blood boiled when he chatted her up and she smiled shyly. Still such an innocent little girl… What would that guy say if he knew she had two cocks buried inside her mouth only a few days prior?

I got up from my table and walked over to hers with my drink in my hand. No fucking way was I letting some damn jackass hit on my property.

“Missed me, Pet?” I asked her, and her eyes left the guy’s and connected with mine.

She was surprised, her cheeks blushing as she smiled at me.

“Hi,” she said, a little awkwardly.

“Move along,” I barked at the guy. I set my drink down on the table and he glared at me. He wasn’t bigger than me, though he was broader. But I towered over him, and I guess he realized he was at a disadvantage and finally backed the fuck off. “That’s right, get lost.”

I sat down next to her and she giggled.

“You know you don’t need to get so violent every time,” she told me, and I grinned at her.

“You kinda like it though,” I said, and she didn’t disagree.

“So,” she went on, taking a sip of her Coke. Not even old enough to drink. Fuck. “You stalking me or something?”

“You could say that,” I replied. “That gets you wet, doesn’t it, little Pet?”

She looked away and I downed my drink in one go. I hadn’t needed any liquid courage in a long time, but that night, I sure as hell wanted a kick.

“Are you glad I’m here?” I asked her, and she nodded slowly. “We haven’t really talked outside of me telling you where to put my cock.”

She nearly choked on her drink. “Shut up! Someone’s gonna hear.”

“Since when do you give a shit?” I asked.

“Since…” Her words trailed off and she glared at me. “Since I follow orders, and last time I heard, you weren’t supposed to be giving them.”

“Then why do you want me to?” I leaned over and tucked a hair that had escaped from her braid behind her ear. She looked away, shutting her eyes tightly. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Don’t do that,” she said, and I grinned wider.

“But you like it.”

“But I shouldn’t.”

“I say do what you want,” I shrugged. “But hey, that’s just me. Come sit a little closer, Pet.”

She shook her head no, and I took it as an invitation. I got off my chair and sat down next to her on the bench. She looked at her lap when I put my arm around her shoulders. I leaned over to whisper in her ear.

“How long since you’ve come in public?” I asked gently.

“Don’t,” she replied. “We’re not supposed to see each other like this.”

“Then leave,” I told her.

She swiped up her bag in a hurry and got to her feet. But I pulled on her wrist, gently enough not to leave a mark.

“Stay,” I said, and she stared at me for a long time before sitting her perky little ass back down.

“Good girl,” I murmured against her ear, and her breath hitched when I said it. “Do you want to play with me, Pet?”

“O-okay,” she whispered. We both knew this was bad news, but neither of us could stop.

“I want you to come for me,” I told her, and her breath caught again. “But not until I let you, pretty Pet. Not until I say the words.”

I leaned in closer, settling a palm comfortably on her naked thigh. It looked enormous against her, so big it practically covered her whole leg.

“What would you do if your man walked in right now?” I asked her softly, and she jerked away from me, but I wouldn’t let her move. “Would you apologize? Would you let him drag you to the bathroom?”

“Please stop,” she begged, but I squeezed my hand tightly around her leg.

“Would you let him fuck you in the ladies’ room?” I growled in her ear, and she put a hand over mine and squeezed my fingers. “Would you let him come in your ass in there, and plug it up? Would you let him walk you back out here with no panties on, hoping your ass doesn’t leak around the plug and trickle down your long legs?”

“Please,” she wheezed. She was already so close. Such a good girl.

“Would you let him make you come to me, and ask me back to your apartment, fuck you like a little cumtoy?” I went on. “Would you say it in front of anyone here with cum in your ass and your pussy dripping down your legs?”

Her fingernails dug into my skin and I gently took her by the neck and turned her towards me.

“Come for me, Pet,” I told her, and I shut her moan up when I kissed her, swallowing her scream of frustration.

She’d never tasted sweeter than she did in that bar, the taste of Coke and lemon still lingering on her lips. I wanted to fucking devour her. I wanted her to come inside my mouth over and over again.

I didn’t pull away until she was a shaky mess, and I could feel how sticky the insides of her thighs were.

The whole bar was probably looking at us but I didn’t give a shit.

She looked at me before averting her gaze, staring at the table. Tears welled in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” My voice was so gentle it surprised me.

“He’ll be mad,” she admitted. “He’ll be so mad if he finds out about this.”

“I thought this was all his idea,” I told her. “I thought he wanted you to fuck me.”

“I know, but…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know, it’s been weird… Since you came over.”

“I’m sorry about that,” I admitted. “I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve known better.”

“You’re doing it again now, though,” she reminded me with a weak smile.

“I know,” I grinned. “I can’t help it. It’s you–” I stopped myself from talking. “Anyway. Weird how?”

“He’s been distant,” she admitted. “Snapping a lot.”

“He hasn’t hit you, has he?” I asked roughly. I’d kill the bastard.

“No…” she shook her head vehemently. “Just the… you know, the usual stuff.”

I nodded. She parted her legs a little, fingering the spot where I knew her brand was. I put my fingers over hers and she gasped.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Never, just feels a bit weird still.”

“Do you like it?” I wanted to know. “Don’t lie.”

“Yeah.” She gave me a big smile, with only a hint of sadness in it. “I love it, I like that it’s there. A lot. Reminds me of who I belong to. My master.”

My ego deflated. I wanted her to only belong to me.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked her, and she gave me a long stare.

“I have to go home,” she said. “I’m sorry, I really can’t go anywhere with you. I’m scared…”

Scared of that fucking jackass. I could’ve killed him. Should’ve, when I had the chance.

“That’s alright,” I told her. “I’ll walk you home, come on.”

She got up and I followed close behind. She didn’t say a word when some guys wolf-whistled at her, and I gave them death stares so evil they eventually shut the fuck up. I took her hand on instinct, and it was tiny inside mine. She felt like a little doll, breakable, pretty and so fucking beautiful.

We walked in silence. I didn’t want to push her, and she seemed to be deep in thought. Unfortunately, the bar was close to her apartment, and I regretted the fact as soon as we turned up at the building.

“I’m sorry I can’t invite you upstairs,” she said, and I shrugged it off. “I think we might see you in a week or so, though.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

She leaned over and gave me a hug. She felt good in my arms, and she fucking smelled amazing.

I pulled her back when she moved away, and let my lips linger over her ear.

“You could leave him,” I told her. “You could be mine.”

She moved away. Her eyes were far away when she waved goodbye.

I stood there like a fucking fool for long minutes after she’d disappeared into the elevator.