I escorted Angel out of the room, my palm resting on the small of her back. She hugged me close at the front door and I smacked her butt on her way out. She whispered something in my ear and I gave her a smile before I sent her on her way. I took a moment for myself after she’d left, leaning against the doorframe and hating myself for what I’d done. But I’d had to.

Slowly, I made my way back to the room. My eyes drank in Pet’s features from the doorway and my dick got hard again at the sight of her. She looked so fucking beautiful with tears streaming down her face, her mascara ruined, her bottom lip jutting out and trembling.

I approached her without saying a word, and stroked her cheek gently. She whipped her head away from me, and more hot tears ran down her cheeks. I fucking hated myself in that moment, because as much as I knew we’d both enjoyed what I’d done with Angel, she was hurting now, and that wasn’t the purpose of the exercise.

I kneeled next to her and took my time undoing the ropes around her feet. I didn’t remove the vibrator from between her legs, my fingers trailing a line up her thighs as I moved to work on her wrists. Slowly, I undid her bindings, and as soon as her hands were free, she grabbed the vibrator and threw it across the room. I would’ve laughed if she hadn’t launched herself at me next, her hot, tight little body glistening with sweat as she pounded her little fists against my chest.

“Fucking prick,” she hissed. “Why would you do that? Why the hell would you do that to me? Why would you?”

I let her hit me, my hands resting by my sides. She tired herself out pretty fast and collapsed in a helpless little heap on the floor by my feet. I kneeled down next to her, my hands smoothing back her light hair, my other hand tipping her chin up. She looked like a wild animal, feral and scared and so vulnerable.

“It’s ok,” I told her gently. “I know you’re angry, Pet. It’s going to be okay, I promise. I do everything for a reason. Don’t worry.”

She sobbed as I pulled her against my chest and I wondered how overwhelming this must’ve been for her. She felt so small in my arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I said, and she didn’t object when I pulled her to her feet. But her knees buckled, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself up.

I gathered her in my arms, and she cuddled closer to me, her head going to the crook of my arm, her arms around my neck. She held onto me as if I was her lifeline, and I liked the feeling. I liked being responsible for this one, caring for her. I knew right then and there I was going to hurt her very badly when our time together came to an end. But because I was a selfish damn prick, I couldn’t bring myself to keep my hands off her.

I carried her out of the room and into the bathroom. I hesitated between using the bath but finally decided to go for the shower instead. I set her down inside the glass walk-in shower, and she got down on her knees, crawling into a corner of it and hugging her knees to her chest. A pang of guilt and regret went through my body. I was such a fucking jackass.

I turned on the water above us, and it sprayed us with hot steam. I didn’t give a shit about my shirt and the pants I’d zipped over my cock. I couldn’t stand the sight of her like that, hugging herself in the corner, like she wasn’t even in the same room with me. She was staring into space when I sat down next to her, my clothes fucking soaked from the spray of the water above us. She shrank away from my touch when I reached for her.

“Come on, Pet,” I said gently. “Let me clean you up.”

Fresh tears spilled from her eyes as I reached for a bottle, squeezing body wash into my palm. She didn’t say a word as I pulled her flush against me, my shirt sticking to her naked body. The water beat down on us as I worked a lather into her skin, cleansing her of the sweat and the worry and the sadness.

She shivered in my arms even though the water was hot.

“It smells like lemon,” she said in a soft voice. “Smells nice.”

“It does,” I murmured against her wet hair. She smelled so fucking good it made me want to smash something, knowing how our story would end. I worked some shampoo into her hair and washed her clean. Halfway through, she started humming something, the melody of a song I didn’t recognize. I felt guilty. Really fucking guilty.

I washed the suds off her and pulled her up. She struggled to stay on her feet and leaned against me as I washed her body. I knew I’d hurt her by fucking someone else like that, that was the point. But there was something else there, something hiding behind those distant eyes of hers. But she’d locked me out of her thoughts, and even though my hands were exploring the silky soft skin of her naked body, it felt like she wasn’t even there with me.

I made sure she was okay before stripping my clothes off. She stared at me when I did so, her eyes drinking in my cock hungrily. It twitched for her and I had to resist every urge in my body from lifting her up, parting that pretty little cunt and popping that cherry she so desperately wanted rid of.

I washed myself and she pressed herself against me, surprising me with her need for my touch. My fingers trailed down her back as she held me, hot water beating our backs. I could’ve screamed at the world then, cursed at the unfairness of it all.

I led her out of the shower and wrapped her in a thick, fluffy white towel. She looked so small in it, and it hurt.

I dried myself off and did her next, rubbing her skin with the soft Egyptian cotton until she felt supple and soft to the touch. I wrapped her in my own robe, the size of it overwhelming her small frame. I wrapped a towel around my hips and held open the door for her. All this without saying a word.

I led her back to the living room and she sat down on the couch, looking really lost.

“Do you want to go home?” I asked her, and she stared at me in response. “You can stay the night, if you’d like. I’ll get you a ride to wherever you want tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll stay.”

It wasn’t going according to plan at all. If it had, I would’ve been balls deep inside her cunt by now, listening to the sweet little sounds she was bound to make when a man bottomed out inside her for the very first time. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“I’ll set up a room for you,” I told her, and she shook her head no, making me raise my eyebrows. “No? You want to go home?”

“I’m not going to sleep by myself like some fucking servant,” she hissed, and it nearly made me laugh out loud. “I’m sleeping with you.”

I liked the little bit of personality that shone through her submissiveness. It was cute.

“Okay, you can sleep with me,” I said. “But you’re gonna be naked for me.”

She got up from the couch and slipped my robe off, exposing her playground of a body. She seemed oddly comfortable with it for a girl with no experience, and I liked it.

“Where to?” she asked me, and I showed her the way to my bedroom.

If she was impressed by the big, sparsely decorated room, she didn’t say a word. But she did walk up to the floor-to-ceiling windows and look outside at the view. Sparkling lights and cars as tiny as ants on the roads below us. I wanted to fuck her against the window. It was unbearably hot that she just stood there with her tits exposed and her naked ass on display, wet hair falling down her arched back.

I walked to the bed and pulled back the covers, and she looked at me over her shoulder.

“Come to bed,” I told her as I got in myself. Slowly, she made her way to the bed and crawled under the sheets with me.

She’d made a big deal of sleeping with me, but she scooted to the very edge so she wouldn’t have to touch me.

I knew full well it wasn’t how the night should’ve gone. I’d never let a pet sleep in my bed before. Every one of them had the same room. I’d never fucked another woman in front of a pet, either. She was the one I’d changed all my rules for.

“Come here,” I ordered her, but she turned her back on me instead, nearly toppling over the edge of the bed with her efforts to stay as far away from me as possible. “Pet. Come sleep in my arms, you silly fucking thing.”

She glared at me over her shoulder and I rolled her over and into my arms. She still smelled like lemons, like the body wash.

She didn’t fight me when I held her, but she was rigid and frozen against my body. So was my cock.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she asked in a small voice, and I smoothed her hair back.

What was I supposed to tell her?

That I was so desperate to break her I had to bite my tongue before I ordered her to impale her pussy on my cock? That if I moved my hands an inch lower from her back to her ass, I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and I’d fuck her sweet little ass too?

“Not yet,” I told her simply. “Go to sleep.”

“Am I going to see you again?” she wanted to know.

“If you want to,” I replied.

“Are you going to fuck me, then?”

I looked into her eyes and nodded.

“How?” she asked, and I grinned at her.

“Mean,” I told her. “Really fucking mean. You’ll beg before I fuck you.”

She rolled her eyes and tried to move away from me, but I wouldn’t let her. I was being too lenient with her, too fucking indulgent.

I slipped a hand between her legs and she gasped as I pried her thighs apart. My fingers went to her pussy, and she was already soaked. My cock twitched against her belly.

She moaned against my cheek as I pinched her pussy lips between my fingertips. She bit her lip with her eyes closed, and I knew without a doubt she would’ve begged right then and there if her pride had let her.

I slipped my finger from her pussy to the tender skin between her cunt and her ass, and she shifted uncomfortably. I restrained her movements and her eyes flew open, a silent plea in them as my finger sought out the ring of her asshole. A small, pathetic little sound escaped her lips when I pressed down on it.

“No,” she begged me. “Not there, please.”

“Why not?” I asked her softly, and she wriggled under me. “I’m going to take everything from you, Pet. I’m going to break you so slowly you’ll beg for mercy. And then I’m going to put you back together into the perfect little pet for your master. So if I want to fuck your asshole…”

I pushed inside, barely opening her up, and she cried out.

“You better fucking offer it to me,” I groaned into her hair, my finger sliding inside her tight little hole. Tears welled in her eyes and I knew I was hurting her as I pushed it all the way in, but I couldn’t fucking resist. There was something about her crying, something so damn primal I couldn’t control myself when she did it. And she didn’t tell me to fucking stop, even though I knew it must’ve hurt like hell.

I leaned down and licked her tears off her cheeks while she mewled helplessly. Her lithe body was shaking against mine, setting off every fiber in my body. I forced my fingers away from her asshole and grabbed her cheeks instead, pulling her against me until my cock was flush against her cunt.

She looked up at me through wet black lashes, her eyes big and needy. She was mine already.

Pet didn’t say a word, and I realized she was waiting for instructions. I took her hand in mine and guided it to my crotch. She gasped when I wrapped her fingers around my cock and held on to it like it was her favorite toy. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. I realized her whole body was shivering.

I stroked her hair and her cheeks so softly as I spoke to her.

“Thank you for the tears,” I said. “I love it when you cry.”