I could tell the guy saw me walk in, and he didn’t give a shit. I had to restrain myself from dragging him off her, out of her, and smashing his skull against the wall until his brains splattered red over the whiteness. My blood was fucking boiling and my fists ached for the hit I wouldn’t let myself take.

I watched him fuck her. My little Pet’s ass. And she fucking let him. I watched her break, and I watched him make it all better, and hated myself for not being the one to do that for her.

But I forced myself to think it was okay. She needed this, and I wasn’t able to give it to her. She deserved to get better, and if I wasn’t up for the task, I had to find someone else to replace me.

I didn’t really realize I was touching my throbbing dick through my pants until I felt myself leaking precum all over the front of them. I moved my hand away and leaned against the door because I felt really fucking lightheaded. And I watched him finish in her ass, and wished I could get away with snapping his neck on the spot.

I watched my Pet, my fucking girl, come from having a stranger’s cock up her ass, and then come again just from having his cum leak out of her stretched hole. I fisted my cock through my pants and waited for her to stop screaming. It felt like she never would.

When he said it was too late, I waited for her reaction. She had to calm down first. Deep, labored breaths while the two of us just fucking stared at her bare body coming down from its high. And then she turned around, slowly.

Her eyes were fucking wild. Her hair was a mess, and she had black smudges around her eyes from crying too much. Her lipstick was somehow still in place, and the ring of pink on her face looked stark against the rest of her ruined makeup.

She didn’t look at him. She looked right at me. And her lips parted in a silent moan.

Pet came rushing towards me, crashing into my arms. I had to hold her up, my hands wrapping around her tiny waist and my lips going to hers. She opened her mouth and sobbed for me. For me, not for him.

“I didn’t want to,” she whispered into my mouth. I fought the urge to kiss her hard. I stroked her hair, down her back, over her naked ass. Fuck, I was going to kill him.

“I know,” I said against her hair. “I know you didn’t, it’s okay.”

Her sobs were so fucking pathetic and so damn hot I could barely resist.

“It felt so good,” she whispered against my lips. “It felt so good. So good.”

“I know,” I repeated. “It’s okay, I know it did. That’s okay, Pet.”

I could see the guy staring at us, his cock still hard as hell. His hands were stroking it absentmindedly, and his eyes were on Pet. He wanted more. If he so much as fucking touched her I’d tear his fucking heart out through his ass.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and Pet shivered harder in my arms. Jesus fucking Christ, what had I done?

“You need to leave,” I told him, excluding the part about me knocking him the hell out if he didn’t. “Now. You need to leave now.”

“Yeah,” he said. His eyes were delirious as he looked at her. “Fuck, man. I can’t. I can’t leave now.”

I didn’t want to let go of her. She clung to me so desperately.

“Please,” she sobbed against my chest. Her fists went up to me and I held them up for her, kissing her knuckles. “Please, I can’t.”

“Go,” I told him again.

“Don’t,” he groaned. “I’m not fucking leaving, not now. Is she fucking okay?”

“No,” I hissed. “She’s not, you fucking moron. Are you fucking blind?”

“I’m fine,” Pet whispered against my chest. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fucking fine,” I reminded her. God, I wanted to punch him. I played it out in my head, knocking out his teeth, slitting his fucking throat until blood gushed down his fucking tattooed chest.

“I want her again,” he said. His cock was in his fist. His eyes were on my Pet. “Fuck, I want her again, please. I’ll do anything.”

I let go of her and she tumbled to the floor. I stepped closer to him, and he didn’t back down. He just stared at me like an addict, like he couldn’t give up this fucking fix.

“You need to get the fuck out of here,” I told him.

We were about the same height, same weight. He was my complete opposite though. And it pained me to know it might’ve been exactly what Pet needed.

“I’m coming back,” he said, reaching for his clothes. He pulled on his boxers, his eyes never leaving Pet on the floor. “I have to.”

“If I ever see your fucking face again,” I said. “I’m going to kill you. I’m going to slit your fucking throat, and I’m going to enjoy watching you bleed out like the pig you are, you bastard.”

He stared at me, his eyes wild and crazed.

“She needed that,” he said. “She fucking needed that, and we both know it.”

“Get. The fuck. OUT!” I glared at him and he backed away towards the door. His eyes danced between me and Pet and I took a furious breath. I knew I’d regret not killing him on the spot for the rest of my life.

“I’m coming back,” he grunted, and I slammed the door of the playroom in his face.

I was back with her in a second. She sat in a crumpled ball on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. I couldn’t believe the guy had done that. Couldn’t believe she didn’t stand up to him. And that I didn’t.

I wanted to fucking wash him off her. Every trace of that filthy cunt, every drop of his cum, every lick of his tongue across her skin. I reached for her and she shied away from my touch, and it fucking killed me to see that.

“Pet,” I whispered. “Please, come here. Come to me, please, you know I’ll take care of you.”

She shook her head no over and over again. Rocked on her heels. Let out a small cry.

“Let me help you,” I begged her. “I’ll make it okay, I promise. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s really okay.”

“Sapphire.” I nearly choked on her name. Her eyes looked at mine, so desperate.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes?”

“I… just…” I stared at her. What had I done? What had I fucking done?

I felt like a selfish fucking bastard. I was one, there was no doubt about that.

“Tell me you love me,” I said, and she parted her lips as the words slipped out, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you,” she said, and I knew she wasn’t lying. It was as true as it had been the first time she said it, when she shouted it against the palm of my hand.

“Will you let me make it better?” I asked her. “Please, Sapphire.”

“Okay.”

I picked her up. She weighed next to nothing and it made me worry. Had she been eating? Such a fucking ridiculous concern after everything that had just happened. I walked towards the shower but she whimpered in my arms.

“No,” she begged. “Bed, please. Our bed, I want us both in our bed.”

I did as she asked, even though I wanted to scrub her fucking clean.

Carrying her over to the bedroom, I pulled back the sheets and she crawled under them until the only thing I could see were her eyes and her hair like a halo on the pillow. I lay down next to her, her body naked and mine still in the suit I’d worn to work. Work that I’d actually missed, because I sat in the fucking car and felt sorry for myself while she found a guy to fuck her. Fuck her damn ass. I should’ve killed him. I was going to, next chance I got.

She crawled into my arms and looked up at me as I stroked her back. Long, soothing motions of my fingers, sweet little words whispered in her ear. She sighed contentedly after a while and I reminded myself she was still mine. She’d always be mine. I wanted her so badly. I craved every bit of her. I would fucking hate having to share her like this. And that fucking guy… He wasn’t the right choice. No matter how good it felt for her in the heat of the moment. She was done with him.

She was drifting off, her breaths getting slower. She sighed here and there, and let out a very soft cry every once in a while. Sometimes her eyes would flutter open just to make sure I was still there.

“I won’t go,” I promised her. “I won’t go anywhere, go to sleep.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll always be here, Sapphire.”

The lie felt ominous, but she believed it. She needed to believe it for her own fucking sake.

“I know,” she said sleepily, her eyes heavy as she looked up at me. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I asked roughly.

“For… everything,” she said. “For trusting me. For giving me that task. For making it all better.”

I would kill him. I fucking had to.

“Of course, Pet,” I told her, kissing her forehead. “You know I do it all for you.”

“I know,” she whispered, and drifted off to sleep.

And I just lay there and held her in my arms, knowing it was the beginning of the end.