Things finally felt like they were falling into place.

I was happy for the first time in so long I could barely remember how much time it had been.

King was perfect, unless he wasn’t. And that was good too, because I loved him, his temper, his inexplicable jealousy, and his erratic mood swings. I finally admitted it to myself – the feelings, the quickened heartbeat, the weak knees, they meant I was totally, head over heels in love. And that was okay, even if he never said it back.

I was hoping he’d let me see Stranger soon. The memories of them both haunted me, and I wanted more. I’d never realized what a powerful feeling it was to be craved by two men at the same time, and I wanted so much more.

King had a busy week at work, and I was spending more time with Maria than usual. I’d gotten so close to her over time, and I was lucky to call her a friend. She was amazing, and it made me happy that King seemed to approve of our friendship as well. At first, I was nervous when they saw each other, but they acted like there was no history between them at all, and I kind of liked it. Still, I preferred to meet Maria outside, not in our apartment, and she never objected to that.

But that day, I invited her over to watch some silly TV show we both liked, and when King got home, we were sprawled on the couch, eating cookie dough ice cream and laughing at the silly antics of the couple on TV.

On instinct, we both took our legs off the coffee table when he walked in, and he smirked at me when I smoothed down my hair.

“Hello, Pet,” he said in his rough, dark voice. It gave me shivers.

He looked at Maria and smiled politely, saying a hello to her as well. He never called her Angel anymore, the last time was when she gave me my brand. I wasn’t even sure if they kept in touch anymore. He didn’t call her Maria either, just avoiding her name altogether. I wondered how that made her feel. It made me feel pretty smug.

“I’ll be going,” Maria said in a rush, and we both got up.

“You don’t have to,” I told her hurriedly, but she gave me a pointed look and we both giggled. “Okay then. Will I see you soon?”

“Maybe tomorrow, if you have time?” she asked, putting on her jacket. “I was going to go shopping, I need a new dress for this dinner I’m going to.”

“I’d love that,” I answered honestly, shooting King a quick look. He nodded and I smiled broadly at Maria. “I’ll call you later.”

“See you, babe.” She kissed my cheek and then she was gone in a cloud of Dior’s Poison and fleeting touches.

I went back to the living room and sat down with King after he’d poured himself a drink. He put a hand on my knee and I resisted the urge to climb on his lap.

“I missed you,” I told him, and he gave me a smile, but it was a little tense. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Pet,” he told me. “Perfectly okay. What have you and Maria been up to?”

“Just watching that show you hate,” I giggled.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “Spare me the details.”

But I didn’t, and I told him all about the drama on the new season. By the time I was onto the third story’s couple, we were both laughing, and King was begging me to stop.

“Fine,” I pouted. “But now you have to tell me about your day!”

Immediately, I saw his shoulders tense. I didn’t mention it when he shrugged it off and told me it was just another boring day in the office. Sometimes it bothered me that he barely spoke about his work, but I never brought it up. Maybe I was still too nervous to really question anything, but I promised myself that would change in the near future.

We spent the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa. By the time it got late, I was getting sleepy, and I curled up closer to him, my legs on his lap and my head in the crook of his shoulder. King held me close as I drifted off to sleep very slowly, even though it was still early. It just felt so good to be near him like that.

“So you’re seeing her again tomorrow?” he muttered against my hair, and I stirred in my half-state.

“Maria?” I asked with a yawn. “Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

He toyed with my hair, and I stared at the lavender strands in his strong, long fingers.

“It doesn’t bother you?” he asked me, his voice careful. “Our history.”

I got up and glared at him.

“Not unless you talk about it,” I said grumpily, and he laughed, tickling my feet. I giggled when he pulled my ass onto his lap. “Stop it, you big oaf.”

“Never,” he promised, and nuzzled my neck. “You know, I do think it’s kind of hot seeing the two of you together.”

I fought the urge to smack him and gave him an incredulous look instead.

“You’re weird,” I told him. I looked away so he wouldn’t see how much I was blushing, and he made me turn back around.

“I knew it,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “You like her. Little slut.”

“I don’t!” I cried out. “She’s a girl.”

“So?” King laughed in my face. “This may be a playground, but we’re not five years old, Pet.”

I looked at my palms while he pulled me in close, made me straddle his lap.

“Have you thought about her?” he whispered in my ear. “Thought about kissing her?”

“No,” I said weakly, and he tugged on my shirt.

“I think you’re lying,” he told me. “I think you’ve thought about it a lot…”

“I haven’t…” But now I was.

Thinking about her dark curly hair. Remembering her naked body, so much different than mine. I wondered what she tasted like. I wondered what her skin felt like, at the spot where she had her small tattoo. I may not have thought about it much before, but now King had filled my head with the idea of her.

“Why don’t I make it easy for you, little Pet?” he asked me, biting down on my shoulder and making me moan out loud. “I’m gonna give you a task. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I’m not sure,” I muttered. “What if she doesn’t like it? What if she doesn’t want to do it?”

I couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating.

“She will,” he grinned at me, barely holding back a laugh, and I wondered briefly if he knew something I didn’t.

“So, my sweet little Pet, here’s what I want you to do…”

* * *

The next day, before Maria came over, I was nervous as hell.

King hadn’t told me if he’d let her in on what we were supposed to do. Probably not.

He chose my outfit. Nothing too out there, but definitely provocative. I pulled on the mini dress that barely covered my ass.

No panties, no bra. King had banned underwear.

I felt silly with no shoes on, but I painted my toes a color that matched my hair.

I felt pretty. I felt stupid. I felt excited.

She arrived ten minutes early, and when I opened the front door, I knew he hadn’t told her, just to make this more excruciatingly embarrassing.

“Hey,” she said, eyeing me up and down and whistling. “Wow, we going somewhere?”

“Um,” I said awkwardly. “Not exactly. Come in.”

I took her jacket and hung it up, and we went into the living room.

“Do you want something to drink?” I asked her, and she gave me another weird look.

“Trying to get me drunk?” she asked, and I laughed in such a high-pitched tone it only made things weirder. “Sure, what you having?”

“I’m eighteen, remember?” I giggled, and she rolled her eyes.

“God, that man of yours is old-fashioned as hell,” she told me. “He’ll fuck you sideways but won’t let you have a damn drink with me. Fine, bring me some wine.”

I brought out a bottle. Maria declined a glass and drank from the bottle in a way that made me squirm on the couch as I drank my water with lemon. I felt like a kid, a stupid, silly little girl.

“I know you’re up to something.”

I looked up at Maria with my eyes wide, and she grinned at me. She really was beautiful. So different than I was.

“I…” I started, swallowing uncomfortably. “Maybe.”

“He put you up to something?” she asked.

“He always does,” I muttered, and she laughed, sitting closer to me. She pulled her legs up, her dress riding up.

I stared at her like that, her panties clearly visible between her legs. They were black, lacy.

“So what is it then?” she asked me. “Spit it out, I want to know.”

“He wants…” I swallowed again. God, why had I agreed to do this? It was awkward as hell. “He wants pictures.”

“Of us?” Maria asked, and I nodded. My throat and mouth felt like sandpaper. “Doing what, exactly?”

“Looking at the camera,” I replied in my smallest voice. She gave me a meaningful look and I cleared my throat. “Kissing. Touching. You know.”

“I don’t, actually.”

She was taunting me and I stared at my own knees, feeling her eyes on mine.

“Sapph. Come on, look at me.”

I forced my eyes up, even though I wanted to do everything but.

She was sitting even closer. Her hand was dangerously close to my thigh.

My heart was pounding.

My phone was on the coffee table and I glanced at it before looking back at her.

“You want to do it?” I asked her, and she giggled.

“Yeah, I’ve had worse,” she winked at me, and I slapped her thigh.

“Slut!”

“Don’t say it till you know it.”

She took my phone from the coffee table and turned on the camera, taking a selfie with her lips pouted and handing me the phone.

“Tell him I’m here,” she said. “Is he at work?”

“Yeah.” I sent off the text and we sat there in silence until I got a reply.

 

Why is your tongue not down her throat?

 

I gasped at his words, and Maria took the phone from my hand, laughing when she read the reply.

“Well?” she asked me, looking cross. “You better please your master, little Pet.”

It felt fucking weird. Really weird, sitting there with her and knowing what was about to happen.

I’d never really been turned on by a girl. It was the scenario, knowing how much King would like it. It made me wet just thinking about it, and I shifted my weight on the couch uncomfortably, hoping Maria hadn’t noticed.

I looked up at her, and her eyes were on me. She made a grab for me, her fingers wrapping in my hair. My heart pounded so loudly. Was I really going through with this?

In the end, she didn’t leave me a choice.

She pulled me close, tipped my head back just like King had done so many times before her.

And then she was kissing me, her mouth cold and her tongue tasting of wine.

I gasped against her and she took the chance to kiss me deeper. A part of me wanted to push her off. Another part wanted her to make me come so I’d really have something to show King.

As she deepened our kiss, that desire grew.

I mewled against her mouth and I felt her grin.

“Smile, pretty Pet,” she said against my lips, and snapped another picture.

She moved away for long enough to send it, and then she was back, her body hot against mine. Her dress had slipped off her shoulder and I touched her skin tentatively. She felt hot to the touch. Her skin was smooth, not peppered with goosebumps like mine.

I let her get on top of me. I couldn’t make sense of anything, of the sudden charge she’d taken over me. She reminded me of King as she took what she wanted, and her hand slipped between my legs.

“Maria!” I protested, and she grabbed my throat with her free hand. Just like King.

“Shut the fuck up, Pet,” she grinned at me. “Give him something to be jealous about.”

I tried to get away half-heartedly, but I couldn’t. I was too horny, too needy to feel something inside me.

“Lie back,” she told me, and I did.

She moved away and took a picture of me like that, sprawled with my legs open and my wet pussy exposed. She sent it and I heard the phone going off a second later.

“Bet you he’ll be home in ten minutes,” she winked at me. “You can thank me later.”

“I…” I whispered. “I’m not sure I want to.”

“We can either have some fun while we wait,” she told me, taking a sip of her wine from the bottle. “Or we can wait and watch TV. Up to you, little Pet.”

I stared at her hard, hating her for making me decide.

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

“I’d love to.”

She moved back and caged my body under hers. She wasn’t much bigger than me yet she took control so easily. But I knew she had submitted to King so easily. I couldn’t make sense of that either.

In seconds, her fingers were inside me and I cried out.

“Please,” I begged her. “I can’t, this is too weird!”

“It won’t be weird when you get fucked because of it,” she told me slyly. “Won’t be weird when he comes home and drags you to the playroom to fuck your pretty brains out.”

My pussy clenched around her, I could feel it, and so could she.

“Nasty little Pet,” she told me. “I knew he’d make you do this.”

“H-he told you?” I stammered, crying out when she curled her fingers inside me.

“No,” she confessed. “I just knew it. He always liked a bit of girl on girl action.”

I growled in anger. I didn’t want that to be true, and I especially didn’t want her knowing things I didn’t know.

I got up, her hand slipping out as I straddled her.

“Fuck you, Maria,” I told her. “He’s mine.”

“He used to be mine,” she snarled at me, and I smacked her across the face. Just like that.

She held her cheek and stared at me in shock. And I giggled.

“That felt good, you bitch,” I told her, and she let out a shocked little moan. “He’s mine now, and don’t you forget it.”

“Fine,” she said. “Fine, just stop hitting me!”

I tugged on her hair and felt my pussy leaking on top of hers.

“Jesus,” she panted. “You really are a horny little thing.”

I responded by moaning out loud and rubbing myself all over her, and she pulled me down into a heap on the couch. She felt different when we kissed that time. Sweeter.

I didn’t even hear the door opening. Didn’t even know we weren’t alone until someone pulled me off the couch by my hair and I shrieked.

King made me get up and I cried out in protest, looking at Maria in her messy state on the couch.

“Get the fuck out,” he told her. “Thanks for helping.”

She scampered to her feet, giving me a wink and blowing a kiss before she pulled her dress down.

“Call me,” she giggled, and then she was gone, and he was still holding me up by my hair, my toes barely touching the ground.

“Slutty Pet,” he told me, his fingers tangling in his tie. “Did you like that? Did you like kissing a girl for your master?”

“No,” I told him. “I don’t like girls.”

He pulled me closer, his free hand going between my legs while I helplessly tried to move out of his reach.

“I can see that,” he told me mockingly. “That’s why you’re fucking soaked, then?”

“Let me go,” I mewled, and he threw his tie over his shoulder.

“No fucking way,” he growled. “Tonight, my little Pet is getting fucked like the whore she is, I promise you that.”

And he kept his promise, all night long.