I wasn’t planning on showing my new pet around the house. I had enough help to do the job for me. But as the car pulled up in front of the mansion, I felt the need to brag.

The house was impressive, there was no denying it. It was still close enough to the city to be considered part of it. It wasn’t as scandalously big as some of my friends liked theirs to be. Instead, it was manageable – at least for the team of seven people I employed to take care of it. It was still way too big for a bachelor. And seeing Angel get out of the car after me made me think how tiny she looked compared to the house.

She got out of the car, still completely naked. The driver didn’t say a word, and I sighed, coming closer to her and shrugging off my jacket.

“You can’t just walk around naked,” I hissed at her. “You’re gonna catch a fucking cold.”

She practically yelped when I put my jacket around her. She got out of it fast, and it fell on the ground.

“I’d rather be naked than wear anything of yours,” she said proudly, and I grinned at her.

“Message received,” I told her.

I took her hand and led her inside the house. Her hand was small and dainty, and cold as fuck. As soon as we walked into the lobby, I saw the regret register on her face.

My whole staff, all seven of them, stood in the front room of the house. If any of them were fazed by Angel’s nudity, they didn’t show it. But she did.

She stood there awkwardly, her whole pale body blushing under their eyes.

I felt especially mean after her little outburst, so I introduced her to every single one of them. I even made her shake their hands and say her name. By the third employee, she was seething. By the fifth one, her bottom lip was trembling.

And by the seventh, tears were running down her pretty face.

It shouldn’t have pleased me, but it sure as hell did.

I watched her reaction to meeting the last member of the staff. Carolina, a girl who’d been my housekeeper for two years now.

Carolina’s face bore a large scar, from her left ear, across her face and up to her forehead. She was exquisitely beautiful.

Once.

Angel noticed the scar but didn’t mention it. She didn’t stare at it either. I knew Carolina was self-conscious about it. I could see how nervous they both were.

As soon as she shook the maid’s hand, I snatched Angel’s away and pulled her after me.

“Dismissed,” I told my staff, and they dispersed in various directions.

I led Angel up the staircase, forgoing my decision not to show her around.

I led her down a winding hallway filled with expensive art I hated, down to the last door. I unlocked it, opened it wide, and motioned for her to go inside.

She seemed indecisive, so I tried to help her along.

“Either you walk down this hallway, or I drag you down by your hair,” I told her.

Her eyes averted mine and she stepped into the darkness. I shut the door behind us and locked it. For a moment, we were enveloped in complete darkness. I felt even more aware of her body so close to mine, of her sweet scent and her shallow breaths. She was scared of me.

I turned the light on, and she looked around like a deer caught in headlights. It was just a hallway, with three doors.

I opened the first one and she followed me into the room.

“This is your room,” I said and her eyes drank it in. “It should have everything you need.”

The room had several bookcases with books my previous pets had liked. The windows were barred, which I was sure she’d noticed. There was a large couch in front of the fireplace in the front of the room. Some cushions, some plants. I hoped over time she’d turn the room a little more personal. After every girl, I had it painted over and all their personal shit removed. I wondered what kind of spin this one would put on it.

She looked at me with a silent question in her eyes, but I ignored it.

I showed her the bathroom next. White marble and a claw-footed tub all my girls loved. So much makeup and toiletries she could spend hours just going through it. Angel wasn’t impressed. I took good care of my girls, and her brattiness was starting to set me off.

Once we were done with the bathroom, she stood in the hallway, still stark naked, with her arms crossed in front of her little body.

“So I’m assuming I have to sleep with you,” she said bitterly, and I laughed in her pretty face.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I told her, opening the last door. “You sleep in here.”

She peeked into the room, and her eyes widened one last time.

It was empty save for the cage in the middle of the space, with soft pillows and blankets thrown on the floor. It wasn’t very big, she definitely couldn’t stand in it. And I would have bet that was exactly what she was thinking as she took in the scene before her.

She went to say something but I shut her up with a finger on her lusty lips.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I told her. “This is how it is. If you’re ever good enough – and honestly, right now I doubt you will be – I’ll consider moving the cage to my room for a night. Until then, you’ll sleep here by yourself.”

“You’re gonna lock me into a cage like a fucking animal?” she snarled, earning another laugh from me. “You think that’s funny? You think it’s funny to treat a human being like they’re worth nothing?”

I walked up to her as slowly as I could make myself, trapping her little body against the wall.

“Not nothing, Angel,” I growled at her. “Like you’re worth the five million bucks I paid for this.”

I slid a finger down her front and she hissed at me as my fingertip experienced her sweltering hot skin.

“Like a man who can do what he wants with his own goddamn property,” I said in her ear, and she melted against my body. I moved away too fast, and she nearly crumpled to the floor. I enjoyed seeing the embarrassment on her face as she picked herself back up, refusing to meet my gaze.

“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll settle in just fine,” I told her, turning my back on her and wondering if she’d come at me. I was surprised she didn’t, she seemed like the type. “I’m leaving town for a few days, on business.”

I could feel how displeased she was by this new information, not that I gave a fuck. I always stuck to the same routine with every new girl, and it always meant I left town for a few days at the beginning. Only in theory, because in reality, I went to my city apartment and watched the girl’s every fucking move on the cameras all around the house, to get a better feel for my sweet little prisoner.

I was already curious about what this one was going to get up to. But what surprised me was the sheer, insatiable lust I felt for the girl behind me. It was so intense I felt it in my gut, in my dick, and in my damn balls. I wanted to be buried inside her again. I wanted to feel her cunt throbbing as I slammed my cock home over and over again, and I damn near regretted sticking to the rules and leaving. But it had to be done.

I didn’t give her a single look after that, just walked the fuck out of her bedroom and down the stairs. My driver was waiting, and I pretended my thoughts weren’t fucking full of her as we drove away from the house.

***

She was all over me. Experienced, dainty little fingers toying with my collar, tugging desperately at the zipper of my pants and trying to get me out of them. Her sweet whispers in my ear, the smell of her pussy heavy in my nostrils. Yet it wasn’t fucking working.

I pushed her off my lap gently, and she pouted as I got up from the overstuffed sofa in the private room that was my space in the club.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” she asked me, just like she’d been taught. But all it made me think about was the girl back at home. The pretty captive brunette stuck in my house while a stripper entertained her new owner.

“I can’t today, Darla, I’m sorry,” I grunted, tucking some bills behind her crystal thong. She was beautiful, like my girls always were. And it was another habit of mine to go out to a club I owned when I was away those first few days, fill a different pussy with my cock and force myself to forget about the new girl for just a few hours.

But not this time, because my damn thoughts were swimming with sweet little Angel, and my cock was hard as a rock for all the wrong reasons.

Darla frowned as I left the room, my driver peeling his broad form from the wall as he saw me. He walked behind me to the exit and sped ahead to open the car door for me. Neither of us said a word as he drove me back to my apartment in the city, and I dismissed him when I took the lift up to my penthouse.

Once I was alone, I took off my jacket and poured myself a glass of the oldest whiskey I had. I stared out of the window, the city skyline below me beautifully illuminated.

The cameras back home sparked into life when I moved my mouse, and my screen came alive with her.

She was a fucking mystery, this girl.

She spent half her time alone acting like a lunatic, and the rest like a little girl.

I’d caught her reading so many times it almost bored me, her nose always stuck in a book. She didn’t leave her floor, didn’t leave her rooms. She’d read book after book, when she was in the bath, when she was eating. A reader. And she seemed to make notes in those fucking books. I’d noticed more than once that she was scribbling inside the pages and it drove me fucking insane, the thought of her destroying my library for the girl that would inevitably come after her. I was going to have to punish her for that.

The rest of the time, she did shit that was inexplicable to me.

She stared at her own reflection for hours. Not in a conceited way, not in the way some of the other girls did, dissecting every feature, staring at their imperfections. She just stared into the mirror as if she didn’t recognize the girl looking back at her.

She stared out of the windows, too. She’d bring a cushion and sit on it cross-legged, sometimes completely naked, which drove me especially insane. She just stared and fucking stared and then moved away to read as if nothing had happened.

She spent most of the day, and all night, completely fucking naked. Her skin would glisten from the showers she took way too many times a day; her hair would shine from the products she found in the bathroom. She was a damn vision. There was a reason I picked her in the first place, but I sure as hell couldn’t allow her to drive me as insane as she already seemed to be doing.

Right then, I saw her sitting in her cage.

It was late at night, but she was awake.

The floor inside the cage was littered with cushions, but it was a hot night, so she’d pushed all the blankets to one side. She laid on her back, staring at the metal ceiling. Beautiful, confusing little girl.

What really shocked me about her wasn’t that she actually slept in the cage. I felt it in her the moment she’d been brought to me, the submissive need to please me even though she hated my damn guts. Other girls had defied me and brought the pillows and blankets to the floor, and slept there, for which they’d been appropriately punished upon my return. Not this one. But that wasn’t what surprised me most.

No, that was the fact that she closed the door of the cage every night. Someone seemed to have forgotten the key in the lock, and this girl locked herself inside the cage from the inside, night after night.

I couldn’t make sense of it.

What the fuck was she afraid of?

Why would she confine herself to a space so small, so fucking constricting when she’d already confessed to me how much it scared her?

I didn’t get it at fucking all, but staring at her like that, I wanted to. I wanted to get it. I wanted to know what she had going on in that pretty little head of hers, what compelled her to lock herself in her cage every night. I was going to find out.

I called my driver and barked some orders at him, gathering my shit in a hurry. I wanted to go home.

I wanted her at my side that night, and I wanted my Angel to pay for my failed fuck with Darla. Maybe I’d have her pussy instead. I sure as hell felt fucking tempted.