She looked so fucking smug. Not for long.

“What’s the task?” she asked, licking her sinful lips.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb. She was a fucking mess.

I helped her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. She didn’t say a word as I pulled off her soaked thong and pushed her inside the shower. Pet placed her palms on the wall, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.

I turned on the water, took off the rest of my clothes, and joined her in the shower. My right hand caressed her ass and my left one went to her tits, washing away the black ink and what was left of my cum. She melted against my touch, her back arching firmly against my chest and her head thrown back so she could look me in the eyes while I cleaned her.

I should’ve made it as clinical as possible, but with her standing like that and soft little moans leaving her lips, it was fucking impossible. I washed her tits clean with some body wash, the lemon one she liked so much, and watched black ink run down the drain. Once the fake tattoo got in touch with water, it left her skin in seconds. A shame, because it was fucking hot, and a relief at the same time. If she’d really done that to herself, I would’ve had her ass. It was only a matter of days now before I took that from her. She didn’t know that yet, though. And she was really going to hate me after this next task.

I washed her hair next, soaping it up with shampoo. She moaned with pleasure as I rinsed it out, the remains of her makeup, too. Everything, until she was a blank canvas for me to use.

Her knees were weak as I helped her out of the shower, and she had to lean against the wall as I toweled her off. Her skin was raw from being scrubbed, raw and red.

She looked at me with so much longing it only reinforced what I had to do.

I hated it, much more than she ever would. But I knew it had to be done.

I dried her hair next, and she stared at our reflection in the mirror as I wielded the hairdryer clumsily. It made her giggle, and I laughed back. She pressed her ass against my groin and I held her in place with one hand, drying her hair with the other. Pet closed her eyes and nearly purred with pleasure as I did it.

Once I was done with her hair, I blasted the dryer against her skin, and she gasped with pleasure as the hot air blew against her. Neck, chest, down her belly, between her legs. Almost close enough to burn her. And then right next to her skin, enough to make her yelp and smack my hand away.

“You’re crazy,” she told me, and I grinned at her. Her eyes drank me in hungrily. I was still naked, apart from the ring I always wore, and her eyes lingered on it like they had a thousand times before. But it wasn’t time yet, I had to remind myself.

“I want you to get dressed up,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled. “Something you feel really fucking hot in. Really fuckable.”

“Okay,” she said in a small voice. “Are you going to play with me some more?”

I didn’t answer, just touched her skin lightly. She wanted so much more.

“Something really hot,” I told her again. “Something you wouldn’t mind others seeing you in.”

Her eyes were mischievous as she walked past me.

“I’ll be back soon,” she promised, and I stared at her retreating back, pretending the jealousy wasn’t there.

She took fucking ages. So fucking long I’d had three drinks to calm my nerves, and was feeling a little shaky by the time she called out my name.

“I’ll come out now, okay?” she asked.

I turned around on the barstool and stared at the hallway. “Okay, Pet.”

She walked out.

I tried to assess the situation objectively.

Legs for fucking days, her favorite stockings decorating her skin. The ones I’d gotten her from Agent Provocateur. White, with a black top, a line down the backs of her legs and words scribbled alongside it.

Whip me.

Bite me.

Eat me.

Tease me.

An intricate garter belt held her stockings up, with a caged design around her stomach.

A tiny pair of black panties that were completely see-through.

The bra she was wearing didn’t even cover her tits. One of those things that went under them, pushing her nipples up so high she could probably lick them herself.

And heels, the tallest she owned. The red sole winked at me as she spun on her heel.

“Jesus,” I grunted, and finally looked at her face.

Her hair was curled to perfection, every wave in place on her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless. A lot of eyeliner. And pink lips. Her cheeks were pink, too. Not from the makeup, at least it didn’t look that way.

“Fuck. Come here.”

She walked over to me, the perfect mix of shyness and absolute, blinding confidence. She stepped between my legs and I ran my hands down her back.

“You know someone’s gonna see you like that,” I told her gently.

“Yeah,” she answered. “Are we gonna take some pictures?”

Poor little Pet.

“I’ll let you borrow my jacket again,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Are we going somewhere?” she asked.

“I have to go back to work,” I said, and her expression fell. “I did fucking rush out of there without an explanation, because someone fucking teased me into coming home.”

She gave me a weak little laugh, still looking nervous.

“So where am I going?” she asked me, and I tugged on her curls very gently, so they wouldn’t fall out.

Any man who’d see her like this would want her. Crave her. Need her.

She was beautiful, of-fucking-course. Irresistible. And yet I wanted to strip it all off her, reduce her to a shaky mess again, and taste her tears. I’d have to resist it this time around, though.

“Are you ready for your task?” I asked her, and her shoulders hunched in defeat. “Stand up straight, Pet, I want to see your pretty tits.”

She obeyed, but she was shaking pretty badly.

“Answer me,” I reminded her gently, and she swallowed, hard.

“Yes,” she said in the softest of voices.

“Come on, Pet,” I said. “Tell me.”

“Yes, Master, I’m ready,” she got out, and I stroked her hair, pressing her against my chest.

“Good girl.”

She snuggled against my chest and I let it happen for a few moments before I pulled away.

“Pet,” I said. “You’ll do anything I tell you, right?”

She nodded, her bottom lip trembling. I could tell she knew she wouldn’t like this.

“And you won’t complain,” I went on. “You’ll like it, yes?”

Another weak nod.

“And most of all,” I made her look at me. “You’ll know I’m doing it for you, yeah?”

“Yes,” she said. Her legs were trembling and I caged them between mine so she wouldn’t fall over.

“I want you to go outside,” I told her gently, brushing my fingertips over her skin. “You can take my jacket, but you have to look exactly like this otherwise.”

She stared at me.

“You’re going to find someone on the street,” I told her in the gentlest of voices. “Someone you like. Or someone that likes you. Preferably both. A stranger.”

I could practically hear her heartbeat.

“You’ll bring him home,” I went on. “A man you don’t know. And you’re going to beg him to fuck you in the playroom.”

I could see the tears brimming in her eyes, so I tipped her chin back before they fell.

“Don’t cry, Pet,” I said softly. “Don’t ruin your pretty makeup now, it’ll be harder to find someone to fuck you if your pretty face is stained with tears.”

She stared and stared and stared.

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I promised. “You can get rid of him by then, or you can make him wait for me.”

I didn’t mention that if she let him stay, I’d probably knock the guy’s teeth out.

Her chest heaved. She didn’t want it. Not yet, at least.

“I don’t care how,” I told her.

She gasped as I slid a finger over her pussy, her little panties already drenched.

“But I want you to make him come.”

I got up from the stool and walked over to the couch. She stared and stared and stared some more.

I brought my blazer to her, the one she’d worn when I made her flash those guys on our first night together.

“Put this on,” I told her, and she slipped it over her shoulders almost robotically. “Good girl.”

I smoothed down the fabric and buttoned the jacket up for her, covering up her half-naked body. It was too short to cover up everything, and you could still see a hint of her garter belt, those stockings, and her sexy heels. She looked like a treat. A fucking sex kitten. I was so painfully jealous I felt bile rising in my throat.

“Now.” I looked at my watch, then into her fucking terrified eyes. “Are you going to do as I asked you, Pet?”

Her lips parted and the word leaving her lips excited me as much as it crushed me.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I bit out, kissing her on the cheek. She tried to kiss my lips instead, but I moved away before she could do it. She looked so fucking small in that oversized room, with my jacket too big for her shoulders, and her confidence suddenly in a tiny ball at her feet, trampled all over.

I walked towards the door and gave her a final look over my shoulder.

“You look like trouble,” I told her. “You’ll get it done in no time.”

“Yes,” she answered automatically, and I gave her a big, fake-as-fuck smile. “I will.”

“Good fucking girl,” I said.

I left her standing there with my heart in her hand, and closed the front door firmly.

As soon as she was out of my sight, I lost it.

I barely managed to walk over to the elevator before I slammed my fist into the wall, opening up the cuts I’d made only a few weeks ago when she told me she’d been abused.

It was becoming a nasty little habit.

Leaving had never been harder.

And neither had my cock.