The apartment was a safe place. A good place. A home.

I didn’t like leaving it anymore, unless it was with him. He took me out after that conversation, bought me tons upon tons of clothes, shoes, and makeup. I didn’t protest. It felt good to be pampered, and from what I’d seen he had more than enough money to splurge on me. I let him pick out everything, too, mostly because I was curious to see what he’d want me dressed in.

He didn’t like trousers, or God forbid, jeans. He didn’t buy me a single thing without a skirt. Some of it tight, some of it nipped in at the waist and going out into a flowing shape. Always showing off something – my legs, my cleavage, my arms, or my back. Sometimes more than one thing. The shoes were all heels. Tall, in a rainbow of colors. Always with a strap around the ankle. Always tall enough so I could reach his lips in them. And the lingerie. Bras, thongs, stockings, garter belts. So much lingerie I couldn’t have worn it all in a single lifetime. He liked that the most, I think.

He touched me carefully now. Soft caresses that made it obvious how hard he was holding back, his fingers rigid as they slid along my skin. I let him be gentle, because we both needed it. But I knew he would break eventually, and I couldn’t wait for the moment he’d finally fuck me again.

He never touched my asshole. It had been two weeks and he hadn’t done it. My pussy, my mouth, my hands, my tits. Never my ass. It was for the better, I guess. I wasn’t sure it was helping anyone though.

With a full closet of new clothes, he took me to the hairdresser. He actually came with me and practically threatened the girl cutting it, telling her to keep it long. I giggled at the memory, how fucking intense he was being about an inch of hair. He didn’t let them color it, either. Just cut it a little and make it glossy and pin-straight. And then came my nails, and my toes, and the Brazilian wax he insisted on even though he knew I shaved every day.

“It’s not about that,” he’d told me.

“What is it about, then?” I asked him, feeling angry. “You just want to control everything, old man.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled at me, and left the room.

The wax fucking hurt, and I made him aware of that as he made love to me that night, his fingers trailing lines down my smooth, waxed pussy. I scratched his back until it made me scream in frustration because he only laughed when my nails broke his skin.

He pampered and groomed me until he thought I was perfect. He primed and probed and coiffed and glossed me over until I looked like an elevated version of myself. But he still wasn’t satisfied.

He circled me in his bedroom, and I felt exposed even though I was wearing lingerie and heels. A low growl escaped his lips as he stalked around the room.

“You’re being weird,” I said. “I look fucking amazing.”

“That’s not it,” he said. “It’s you… it’s your attitude.”

“What’s wrong with my attitude?” I put a hand on my hip and glared at him, and he laughed at me.

“That. Just that, Pet.”

He smoothed my now perfectly glossy hair and my cherry-red lips parted for him.

“You’re disobedient,” he said, and I giggled. “You fucking are. And I let you do it.”

“Why?”

He wouldn’t answer, just turned around and took something out of that chest of drawers he liked so much. Truth be told, I thought it was the ugliest fucking thing in the house.

He came back and my eyes zeroed in on what was in his hands. Just a phone. He put it in his pocket and tipped my chin back, making me look at him.

“Do you remember Angel?” he asked me, and I nearly spat in his face.

Bitch.

Bitch.

Fucking bitch.

“Yes,” I hissed, and he laughed at me.

“I want her to come over tonight.”

“No,” I said.

“Who asked you?”

“Don’t,” I said, and hated the way my bottom lip trembled. “Don’t bring her here. We don’t need her.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he said, and I hated him more than ever. “And you’ll be a good girl and take it, and do what I fucking tell you to do. Isn’t that right, Pet?”

I looked away, my face burning.

“She’ll be here in twenty minutes. Do you want to have some fun before she arrives?”

“No,” I snapped.

“I think you’re lying,” he said, his hands running down my cheeks. “I really think you are, Pet.”

I jerked against his touch and he smiled at me as he ran his fingers along my jaw, down my neck and over my tits.

“Why won’t you trust me?” he asked.

Because you’ve fucked her before.

Because you want to hurt me.

Because you will fuck her again.

I didn’t answer, instead I just looked away, and he sighed in response.

I heard the sound of his belt being undone, and my eyes found his. He stared at me as he took his belt off and moved behind me. I didn’t know why, but I let him take my hands and wrap the belt around my wrists, tying them firmly in place. My chest heaved as he came to my front and made me look at him, not by moving my head, but by staring at me until I returned his gaze.

“You need to trust me, Pet,” he said, his voice almost gentle. “I do everything for a reason.”

Those fucking words again. Stupid fucking words.

He tugged on the belt and walked me over to the room we hadn’t spent that much time in, the room where he made me watch him fuck Angel. I hated going there and I hated the memories it brought on. He didn’t give me a choice.

As soon as we walked in, my eyes darted to the chair he’d had me sit on the last time. If he did that again, I swore to myself I’d fucking bite him.

But he led me to the bed instead, and bent me over unceremoniously with my ass up and my hands twitching helplessly behind my back. He placed the phone he’d gotten earlier in front of my face. I saw the camera recording.

I heard him getting naked, his clothes falling to the floor. Next thing I knew, he ripped the expensive lingerie off me, but I only regretted the loss of it for a second before his cock was pushing its way inside me.

“P-please,” I managed to get out, my hands struggling against the belt. “Please, don’t fuck me in here.”

“No?” he teased, his cock sliding all the way inside. A single thrust was enough to make me moan out loud, and within the next few, I was whimpering his name. King. My King.

He fucked me slowly, but his thrusts were powerful. It was a terrible combination. I would’ve hated him if my pussy wasn’t throbbing with the need to make him go just a little bit faster.

“Changed your mind?” he asked, and I begged so pathetically I knew I’d feel ashamed of myself in the morning.

He did that for so long it felt like days. Painfully deep, painfully slow thrusts that made my head spin. The sounds I made were making him groan out loud, and he gathered my mane of hair in both hands as he fucked me. I didn’t understand how he was staying so calm, how he didn’t just take advantage of the situation.

“You don’t like me,” I whispered through the moans. “You don’t even like me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His voice was low and guttural.

“You… You’re holding back,” I whimpered. He slammed inside me and I cried out. “Fuck… You wouldn’t be able to hold back like that if you liked me better…”

He leaned against me, my hair still in his hand and his cock twitching so deep inside me I thought I would soon come from it.

“You’re never going to break me, Pet,” he promised me. “I don’t fuck for hours, I fuck for nights. And you, I’m going to fuck for a lifetime.”

The doorbell rang and he pulled out of me, making me cry out so pathetically tears sprang from my eyes.

“Be a good girl and wait for your master,” he said, put on a robe, and left the room.

I knew she was going to be with him when he came back and I hated them both for it.

I didn’t hear a single sound this time. No conversation or laughter, nothing.

They walked back into the room. She didn’t look as good as last time and it gave me a weird burst of energy.

She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, simple sneakers on her feet. She looked dazed. Like she was on something. I had to do a double take to make sure it was the same girl.

King made her sit down on the bed with her eyes on me. I seethed but I didn’t make a move. The phone was blinking at me.

“Angel is feeling upset today, Pet,” he told me as he took off his robe. I heard her little gasp when she saw him and I fucking hated the bitch for it.

“I don’t care,” I told them both.

“I do,” he said, his hands sliding down my ass. “So we’re going to make her feel better, okay?”

“No,” I hissed.

“Yes.”

I heard him jerking his cock and then he pushed it inside me. So fast this time, no teasing, no foreplay, just all the way in until his balls slapped against me. Despite wanting to resist it, I heard myself cry out for him.

“Look at her,” he said, and my eyes focused on the bitch.

She looked younger now. Still older than me, but more vulnerable than the last time she was here. No makeup, her face blotchy from crying. She was very pretty. But she didn’t have him. I did.

She looked frail and broken. Good. She deserved it.

King started fucking me as if she wasn’t there. It only took moments to make my eyes roll back and the first orgasm to rip through my body, leaving me helpless in its wake. He made me keep looking at her. She looked so upset and horny at the same time. I didn’t really care what had happened to her, it felt too good to have taken her place. But the tears that leaked from her eyes, and the helpless little moans that left her mouth, made me feel a little bad.

We looked at each other as he fucked me. I couldn’t look away anymore, and she seemed fixated on the little sounds I made when King fucked me. The moans, the whispers, the pleas, she lived for them, she absorbed them the second they left my lips.

She looked so sad, it made me think he’d want to fuck her just because of that. My fingers cramped behind my back and I came again with a frustrated cry. I didn’t get it. Why was he doing this? What was the point?

He felt unbelievable inside me, filling me, stretching me. He grunted and put on a show for the bitch, for Angel. And I just lay there and took it, my eyes begging for an answer from her.

My body tired out too quickly after the first few orgasms. But I kept my eyes open, kept looking at her. And she lived for every move I made, for every sound that left my lips, and every twitch of my muscles.

“You’re hurting her,” I whispered, and King slammed himself inside me with a groan.

“Angel asked for this,” he said, his cock pumping inside me so fast it felt like he was a machine. “She asked for all of this, Pet.”

He was playing some fucked-up game again and I didn’t even care. All I cared about was milking his cock with my pussy while Angel watched. Revenge. Sweet fucking revenge.

“Faster,” I begged him, and Angel whimpered. “Faster, sir, please.”

He grunted and his hands came down against my ass as he lost control.

Hard thrusts stretched me around him as he held me firmly in place. My hands were twitching under the belt and my eyes were so ready to roll back and let the darkness take over.

Angel stared at me with her lips parted and I smiled at her. Not in a selfish way. In a way I hoped would tell her it would all be okay.

She smiled back weakly and tears ran down her face. She really was pretty.

“Pet, clench your fucking pussy,” he told me through gritted teeth, and I did. It made me come in an instant, and he was close behind, his cock jerking so deep inside me it felt like he was in my womb.

The pain was unbearable, and he slammed deeper for good measure. I screamed my release to the other girl in the room and she fucking sobbed for some reason I didn’t understand.

I felt his cum dripping down my thighs as he pulled out. His hand smoothed my back and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Good girl,” he said, “I’m proud of you, Pet.”

And then he took the phone from the bed, the phone I’d completely forgotten about. He stopped the recording and I whimpered as he handed it over to Angel.

“There you go,” he told her. “Just like I promised.”

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered, and I hated her again for this weird fucking intimacy she shared with him, even though he didn’t even touch her. “When will I see you again, sir?”

His hands ran down my spine and I shivered.

“When my Pet wants you to,” he told her with a smile, and she nodded. Fucking never.

She turned on her heel and walked out of the room on very shaky legs. He didn’t go after her. Instead, he undid the belt around my wrists and prevented me from falling to the floor. He pulled me up on the bed and gathered me in his arms. His cum was still oozing from my pussy, but he didn’t seem to care I was getting it everywhere. He held me painfully close.

“Why was she here?” I asked him, and he kissed the top of my head.

“You’ll understand in time,” he promised.

“I want to understand now.”

“Such a fucking impatient Pet…” his fingers reached for my still hard nipples and he toyed with them, making me moan. “Just like she used to be.”

I twitched in his arms but he wouldn’t let me move.

“You’re not the first one,” he said against my hair. “You know that, obviously.”

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” I choked out.

“I’m not eighteen, Pet,” he grinned against my hair. “I’m not some fucking teenager from your school. Of course there have been others.”

“But you didn’t fuck her this time,” I said. “Why didn’t you fuck her?”

He pulled on my hair gently.

“Because you didn’t want me to,” he said. “Because I didn’t want to.”

Relief flooded me.

“Why was she here, then?” I wanted to know.

“She was in a bad place,” he said. “She… she thought last time meant something. It was a fuck-up on my part.”

Hearing him admit that felt terrible, because it was for all the wrong reasons.

“So you thought it would make her feel better to make her watch you fuck another girl?” I asked. “Questionable logic that.”

He laughed. “I know what I’m doing, Pet. If you stopped questioning me for just a fucking minute, you’d see why I do things the way I do.”

“Sure.” My voice was dripping with sarcasm, but I settled my body against his nonetheless.

“I think you and Angel are going to be good friends,” he told me with a grin, and I bit his neck with all the strength I could muster. Of course, it only made him laugh.