Joseph

 

 

 

I’m inclined to call her a good girl again, but decide that she doesn’t quite deserve that yet. She’s been more of a struggle than most, if not all, of her predecessors.

And who the hell is Luke? If this was some guy from the agency, shouldn’t I know him? I assume it must be someone who is only known to the girls, but is never in contact with the clients.

Why would she mention him? She knows that she’s not allowed to mention anyone or anything that relates to our deal. She is to act as if this was a real kidnapping. It’s supposed to feel as real as it can get.

None of this will work if she keeps overstepping the ground rules. As beautiful and convincing as she is otherwise, I won’t forgive her ruining this for me. I will send her back without payment if she doesn’t stop asking dumb questions that have no place in this arrangement.

“Now, let’s try this again,” I say, still holding her by the shoulders. “Your only job is to please me. You exist for me. You’ll smile for me, you’ll cry for me, you’ll beg for me, you’ll breathe for me, and most importantly of all, you’ll come for me.”

Even in the faint light, I can see her cheeks blushing at that last sentence. Good. Despite her temporary forgetfulness, she still seems responsive to me.

“Come for you?” she asks, her chest heaving nervously. “What do you-?”

“I’ll show you,” I say, reaching forward so I can lift her up and get her away from that restraining wall.

She gasps in surprise when I drag her over to the middle of the empty room, removing the heavy fur coat from her small frame. My Pet is wearing a dark ladies’ suit underneath, with matching heels and a white blouse under the tapered suit jacket. I love the view of her elegantly dressed body as it’s spread out for me on the wooden floor after I release her. She clumsily supports herself on her elbow as she tries to fix her skirt with the other hand.

Cute.

I slap her hand away, and she regards me with an indignant look.

“That’s mine,” I tell her, as if further explanation is needed. “Don’t you dare hide that body from my eyes. It’s mine now, and I can look at it and touch it however and whenever I want.”

She takes in a deep breath of air and furrows her eyebrows. Backtalk is at the tip of her tongue, but she’s smart enough not to say anything. Instead, her eyes widen in horror when I lean forward, casting a shadow over her as my hands glide along her upper thighs, pushing the skirt up further, expecting to find the hem of her stockings.

But there are none. She’s not wearing what I asked her to wear. Instead of sexy stockings with a decorative garter belt, she’s hiding pantyhose beneath her pencil skirt.

I growl with anger. Did she not read her instructions at all? This has never happened before.

Or is she just especially naughty and seeking punishment? Does she get off on misbehaving?

“I ordered a pet,” I hiss at her. “Not a brat.”

She casts me a questioning look, as if she has no idea what I am talking about. Her entire body trembles as I move my hands further up her sides, pushing her skirt out of the way and exposing her covered-up center. Not only is she wearing pantyhose, she also didn’t obey my order to go without panties.

“You think this will keep you safe from me?” I ask, as my hands move between her legs, stroking along the inside of her upper thighs, so close that I can feel the warmth of her pussy.

A surprised shriek escapes her when I grab her pantyhose by the seam and rip them in one swift motion, exposing the pale flesh of her thighs and black lacey panties underneath. She whimpers and instinctively tries to cover herself, which makes me furious. Once again, I have to push her hands aside, causing her to yelp in protest, while she pushes her legs together to keep me out.

She’s not only clumsy, but weak in her movements, so it’s easy for me to annul her pathetic attempts by pushing her legs apart with my knees. I grab her wrists and push her back on the floor, keeping her in place with the weight of my body on top of her.

As annoying as her disobedience has been, I fucking love this struggle and her reluctance to give me what I want. I yearn for this chase. My cock is rock-hard with desire, and I can see her blushing as she feels my hardness pressing against her body. Perfect, just perfect.

“You are playing with fire,” I warn her, reveling in her tortured grimace as I push her arms down on the wooden floor. “Disobeying orders. Withdrawing what’s mine. Is this how you want to do this?”

She looks up at me, breathing rapidly, her eyes wide with sheer terror.

“I don’t know what this is,” she whimpers. “Where am I? Why am I here?”

Her confusion seems so real that I can’t help but be impressed by her acting skills.

“You know what this is,” I hiss. “You’re mine now. My little fuck toy. And you better start behaving like one from now on. With all the defiance you’ve shown so far, I don’t even know where to begin with your punishment.”

“Punishment?” she gasps. “What for? I’ve not do-”

“Enough!” I interrupt her. “You stop talking now and fucking obey! Do you understand?”

She flinches at the volume of my voice. I’m not a yeller. I’ve never raised my voice to any of these women.

Because I never had to.

At this point, most of them would already be spread naked in front of me, obediently following my demands for the poses I want from them, hoping to please me enough to let them out of this room. That’s the first step. I don’t just let them walk out of here so they can move into the more comfortable version of the cage. They have to earn it.

And this one is a long way from getting there.