I emptied my balls down her throat without meaning to. But it was too hard to resist, what with her moaning and begging for it. And her last words, spoken through her tears, had me hard all over again. The little beauty was doing my fucking head in and I wanted more of her crazy mind-fuck.

I didn’t wait for her rush to pass. Instead, I draped my blazer back over her shoulders, buttoning it at the front to hide her lithe body underneath. She shivered while I pulled her to her feet, supporting her weight and guiding her out of the car.

She hitched her skirt from her waist and smoothed it down before looking around at her surroundings, the street busy with people, and she was like a deer in the headlights, disoriented and still recovering from her orgasm.

“Take it off,” I said.

She gave me a quizzical look before glancing around again.

“Lose the skirt, Pet.”

She was trembling, and that made me smile as she undid the skirt and stepped out of it. I nodded to the open car door and she threw the skirt inside.

She looked so sweet in just her heels and my blazer.

We were a block away from my apartment, as per my instructions to the driver. I ushered her ahead of me, down the busy street. She stumbled forward, and I decided to have some mercy on her, wrapping an arm around her waist and walking her down the street like she was a trophy.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice weak with nerves.

“To my apartment, Pet.”

“How far is it?”

“Not far,” I lied, enjoying seeing her blush.

The street was busy with people, and I felt Pet’s discomfort with every step we took. She pulled the blazer down over her ass, barely covering her cheeks. While we were walking, I slipped a finger between her thighs discreetly and grinned to myself when I felt her dripping. She moaned and clamped her legs together to shut me out.

“Don’t,” she warned me in a hiss.

“Keep walking, sweetheart,” I told her.

We passed a couple of guys, probably closer to her age than mine. One of them wolf-whistled at her and jealousy cut through me like a knife. I forced myself to press my fingers into her side.

“Show him,” I told her roughly, and she gave me a horrified look over her shoulder.

“Show him what?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“Pop the buttons open and flash them,” I said calmly.

I didn’t think she’d do it, but she reached for the buttons on the blazer with trembling fingers. My cock twitched. The guys were getting closer. Really fucking close. Three of them, not as tall as I was. I could probably take them if they made a move on her.

She unbuttoned the blazer painfully slowly, her fingers slipping over the buttons several times.

“Tick tock,” I whispered in her ear, and she moaned out loud. Loud enough to catch their attention. Loud enough to make me want to close that fucking blazer around her tight little body and drag her off into an alley and fuck her brains out.

They were almost next to us now, and time stood still as we both looked at them, with me now walking a step behind her. Slowly, painfully slowly, she opened her blazer and exposed herself to them, pretty tits and a puffy cunt on display for all to see.

I expected a reaction, but their jaws just fell. Someone shouted something lewd, and jealousy bubbled under my surface like a wicked poison. I grabbed her arms and forced them down, closing the jacket for her. I wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her across the road, a taxi blaring its horn as we made our way to the other side.

She was giggling.

I was fucking furious.

“That was crazy,” she said, and my jaw tightened. “Absolutely fucking crazy.”

I wanted to slap her. I wanted to slap my-fucking-self.

My Pet. Mine. Fucking mine.

She had to be punished. It was as simple as that. I didn’t say a word as I dragged her to my apartment building. She gasped when we got there, the surprise of the magnificent architecture taking her breath away.

“You live here?” she asked, but I couldn’t answer, I was too fucking upset. Like a damn jealous teenager.

I dragged her inside the building, nodding a polite hello to the doorman and ushering her into the elevator. I pressed the button for my floor, the top one, and she leaned against the mirror with a smile playing on her lips.

I resisted the urge to slap it off her pretty face.

She didn’t say a word, and neither did I. The ride up was short, and I led her out of the elevator and into my apartment.

I was prepared for her amazement, and she didn’t disappoint. To be fair, my apartment was nothing short of stunning.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, modern, expensive furniture, and expensive artwork on the walls. I liked my home. I hoped she would like it, too. After all, she’d be spending a lot of time here.

I watched her chatter as I made myself a drink, grabbing a pop from the fridge for her. Fucking too young to drink. What was I getting myself into? She was trouble with a capital fucking T.

I brought the can of soda to her and she asked me if I had a straw.

I got her the fucking straw.

I told her to sit on the couch and wait while I made a call.

I was brisk with it, barking instructions at the person on the other end of the line, vague ones so she wouldn’t suspect a thing. Once I was done, I pocketed my cell and turned to face Pet. Her eyes were wide and wanting more, her lips sucking on the cherry-red straw.

She looked so young. I felt like a dirty old man next to her.

The straw fell from her lips and she parted them as she spoke.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

I didn’t answer her, finishing my drink and setting the empty glass down on the coffee table. I undid my tie and the top two buttons of my shirt. It felt good, liberating after a full day in the suit.

“We’re gonna play a game,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled. “Get up, take the blazer off. Not the heels. Come with me.”

I turned my back on her without waiting for a reply, and walked towards my favorite room in the house.

To call it a dungeon would be an insult. The women I played with came willingly, in more ways than one. It wasn’t a room out of a lame BDSM movie. The equipment was hidden in plain sight, and the room could look as innocent to an observer as it did dirty to someone who knew their shit.

I heard the clacking of her heels behind me, and I guided her into the room. She stood in the middle of it, fidgeting nervously. I could tell she had no idea what she’d gotten herself into.

I pulled up a chair, a Philippe Starck Ghost Chair that would show off every inch of her beautiful body.

“Sit,” I told her, and she did.

I went to work on her ankles first, tying her feet down to the legs of the chair. She didn’t protest, in fact, she didn’t make a fucking sound. She was staring at me, though, her eyes burning the back of my head as I tied her legs to the chair with silk rope.

I worked on her hands next, tying them behind her back.

Once I was done, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy was slightly open, her damp thighs shivering under my gaze. Her hair was spilling down her front, covering up those pretty rosy nipples.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asked me, and I moved my eyes from her tight slit to those eyes burning with the need to know my answer.

“You are,” I told her, hoping my voice didn’t betray my true feelings. I stroked her cheek and she leaned into my hand. “A beautiful little slut.”

She seemed pleased with my answer and I wondered just how nervous she was, being here. She was either very brave or very fucking foolish. Probably a bit of both.

“Are you going to fuck me like this?” she wanted to know, but I merely grinned at her.

I walked to my David Collins chest of drawers, a piece I was particularly proud of, and pulled a drawer open, trying to pick the perfect weapon. The tension in the room, the way her breaths were hitching behind my back, made me harder.

I pulled out a vibrator, not a big one, not a particularly fancy one, either. The silver color glinted in the light as I turned around. I watched her eyes spark with fear. For a second, I’m sure she thought I had a knife. And for a second, she was fucking excited.

More fucked up than I thought she would be.

I walked back to her and turned the toy on to the lowest setting. She opened her legs wider when I slipped a hand between them. She was still soaking wet. Her pussy lips were red and puffy, making me give her an indulgent smile she didn’t deserve.

I placed the toy at her slit, teasing her pussy lips open with it until it pressed up against her clit. She mewled as I closed her legs.

“Are you gonna keep them closed?” I asked, getting up from the floor.

She nodded obediently as I pulled my belt out of my pants. Her eyes widened. I kneeled back down and slipped the belt around her thighs, pulling them together and buckling it in place. Her legs were bound tightly now, with the vibrator gently working her pussy.

“It’s not enough,” she whimpered, and I laughed at her.

“Not enough?” I wanted to know.

“To… to make me come.” Her eyes were begging me for mercy. “That’s not enough to make me come, sir.”

My cock twitched at her words. I tipped her chin back, stroking her lips. Her eyes filled with need.

“Quite the expert now, are you?” I teased her, and a nervous giggle escaped her pretty lips.

I moved my hand between her legs and my thumb ghosted over her pussy, coming away wet with her slippery juices. I raised it to her lips and she latched her sweet little mouth onto it eagerly, sucking it like she was still a little girl, with her eyes glued to mine.

I couldn’t make her stop, especially when the pathetic vibrations worked their magic and she moaned my name, so softly it felt like a dream.

She looked into my eyes as she sucked my thumb, and I felt a really strong urge to stroke her pretty face. I resisted. She was making me weak.

Her breaths quickened and her sucking got more vigorous. Her eyes didn’t move from mine.

I wanted to hate her in that moment, because I knew she would be the fucking end of me.

And then the doorbell rang, and I pulled my thumb out of her mouth with a pop.

“Let’s play now, Pet,” I said, heading out of the room.

Her soft pleas followed me all the way to the front door.