Chapter 21
The painting I’ve been working on is nearly finished.
I’m dragging my feet on it because now that it’s almost done, my least favorite part is coming—marketing it.
Since Zane still has my phone, I haven’t had to think about that, but knowing I’m basically two strokes and a signature away from being done, I’m resisting.
“Tell me to just sign it, Piet,” I say to my lazy dog who loves that we’re locked in this room together every time Zane goes to work. Piet blinks at me, and I nod. “Yeah, maybe we should ask Zane what he thinks first. We’ll do it when he gets home.”
For now, I walk away from it, smiling as I glance down at my feet tucked into the hot pink fuzzy slippers Zane surprised me with the other day, and head into the bathroom to clean the brush in the sink.
When I come back, I stop to admire the piece.
I do have to say, this might be one of the best I’ve ever created, and I know it’s because of Zane.
He’s let the freaky side of me free, not only tolerating it but fully dragging it out of me every time he fucks my throat or treats me like his pet before pulling me into his chest when we sleep in his bed together. Every day with him is a treat.
I run my hand over my throat that’s still a little sore. Zane noticed me doing this the other day and got me a pack of throat lozenges and refused to let me suck his dick yesterday so I could heal, but the denial felt like punishment.
We haven’t progressed further, and he still hasn’t touched my dick outside of cleaning it in the shower, but it’s only adding to the humiliation that turns me on even more. I’m truly just a fucktoy for him, a warm, wet mouth for him to use while having to get myself off.
His curiosity builds and builds each time though. I can see it in his hungry eyes, in the way he licks his lips.
“Might as well shower to waste some time until he’s back, huh?” I ask aloud.
Piet doesn’t acknowledge me, again, but I strip out of my clothes—which are Zane’s—and put them in the laundry basket before turning on the shower.
I eye myself in the mirror, admiring the bite marks on my neck where the collar used to be.
I’ve tried to respect Zane’s decision to take it off, but this is a choice I think I’m going to have to bring up.
I loved the collar, the physical reminder of the claim he has over me, and my skin feels too bare without it.
Steam billows above the curtain, and I step inside, washing myself thoroughly. Regular daily showers are such a joy, and I’m going to need to ask Zane to get me more pink hair dye soon.
I’m alone all day, but I never jerk off without Zane here even though my dick’s usually half chubbed with how much I fantasize about him and the new reality we’ve found ourselves in, like right now.
I give myself a couple teasing strokes, with no intention of more, before the shower curtain is ripped open.
I startle, turning toward Zane. I didn’t even hear him come home, and of course, Piet didn’t bark.
Oh my fucking god.
Zane is wearing the bloody Jason hockey mask again!
“What the hell are you doing, Pet? Touching what’s mine?” he growls as he nods at my hand still on my dick, which is quickly turning to granite. Fuck, this is going to be fun. A thrill shoots through my body, and I lick my lips in excitement.
“Oh my god, you really put on a mask, knowing how badly I want this! Thank you,” I squeal. He looks like my dark fantasy come to life as he stands over me.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he demands, ignoring my praise.
“No,” I breathe out even though my hand already fell away.
“Then why are you disobeying me, Pet?”
Holy shit, I am loving this. My heart is racing as I wonder how far he’ll go. Sometimes it’s fun to pretend like I’m his perfect obedient little pet, but right now, with all of the adrenaline suddenly pumping through me, I want to push him.
“I was bored,” I answer with a shrug. “You work too much.”
His eyes darken behind the mask, and he forcefully turns off the shower while I stand dripping wet in front of him. “Did you forget who’s in charge here?” He grabs my throat, stepping into the tub fully clothed as he pushes me until the wet skin of my back hits the tiled wall.
I pretend to struggle against him, but I’m exactly where I want to be. “Maybe you’re the one who forgot what I need.”
Zane laughs in my face, all deep and menacing—it makes my knees weak with how murderous it sounds behind the mask. “Oh, I know exactly what you need, Pet. To be reminded of your place here. You seem to forget you’re mine.”
He spins me around so I’m facing the wall, pressing my cheek against the white subway tile. He kicks my legs apart, and I shiver. Partly from the coldness of the tiles, partly from anticipation.
“Count,” he commands, and then his hand comes down hard on my ass.
“One,” I gasp, the sting radiating through me. “Two,” I moan as his hand lands again.
By the time he reaches ten, my ass is burning and my dick is rock hard, rubbing against the tile. He turns me back around to face him, his expression unreadable behind the mask, but I can feel his eyes burning with intensity.
“You’ve been such a brat today. Maybe I should just leave you like this.”
“No,” I whine, sounding pathetic, and I’m completely okay with that. “Please, Master.”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
He studies me for a moment. “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”
I pout, but I’m pretty sure I know how to get what I want. “But I’ve been so good for you today. I finished my newest piece.”
“You’re forgetting that you touched what’s mine without permission,” he counters.
“Then punish me properly,” I challenge.
He reaches out and shoves me to my knees—my favorite place to be for him.
I look up at the masked man looming over me.
He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to the side as he stares down at me before unbuttoning his pants and tugging them off completely, followed by his shirt, which both smack against the tub floor.
His naked body makes my mouth salivate instantly.
Instinctively, I lean forward, ready to take him, to be a good pet for my master, just like he wants.
Except, as my lips part, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back.
The sting makes me gasp, and he uses that moment to slam his cock into my mouth.
My eyes water as I gag on his dick, but the force he’s using is what I crave.
He doesn’t move, just holds me there with my hair in his grip.
I attempt to look up at him, trying to catch his eyes behind the mask, but his face is shadowed and unreadable.
He’s in complete control, and I’m just a hole for him to use as he pleases.
The thought has my dick leaking already.
My chest starts to feel tight as I struggle to breathe through my nose, and for a moment I wonder if I’ll black out before he lets me pull off.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, making me even more desperate to touch myself.
Then he starts to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in.
He fucks my face with his usual raw, primal need.
Each thrust forces a choked sound from my throat, but I don’t try to stop him.
I relax my jaw, letting him take what he wants, letting him use me the way I was meant to be used.
My dick is painfully hard, neglected between my legs, but I know better than to touch it right now.
Zane is getting closer and closer, his fingers tightening. I’m eager for him to come down my throat so I can swallow every drop like the good pet I am. But instead, he surprises me and pulls out completely.
I’m left gasping for air, my throat raw as I look up at him with confusion. “Why’d you stop?”
He tilts his head the other direction, looking so fucking sexy in the bloody mask as he purrs, “Oh, we’re not done yet. Not even close.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet.
The sudden movement catches me off guard, but he holds me steady for just a second as I find my balance and he helps me out of the shower.
He pulls my arms behind my back, grips my wrists, and pushes me into the bedroom, still dripping wet.
He guides us to the side of his bed, and I expect him to push me onto it. Instead, he reaches into the bedside table and surprises me yet again as he yanks me two steps back by my wrists, pulling me flush against his front. He leans in right next to my ear and whispers, “Run.”
I’m not even sure I hear him correctly, and for a moment, I hesitate.
“Run, Pet,” he repeats, pushing me away from him.
His tone leaves no room for confusion, and instinct takes over as I sprint to the door.
I’m butt-ass naked with an obnoxious erection, so he probably knows I won’t leave the house as I rip the door open and take off as quickly as I can.
My heart is pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.
His footsteps follow me almost immediately, stalking me like prey.
The chase is on.
I’m not familiar with his house since he’s never given me a proper tour, but I race down the stairs. The basement door—which I’ll be avoiding—is in the kitchen, so I scurry past that and into his living room.
Which is exactly where he catches me. Zane grabs me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me right off my feet. I kick and struggle, but it’s useless. He’s stronger than me, bigger.
I love it.
“Caught you,” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. He carries me to the leather couch, throwing me down on my stomach. I land against the cushions, and he’s on me in an instant. His hard cock is pressed against my ass. “Say peaches.”
“No,” I shout.
“Say it. Or I’m going to shove my dick in you, Pet.”
“No!”
He rubs his cock against my ass with the promise of what’s to come, but I refuse to use my safe word. I want this with everything I have in me. Instead of fighting too hard, I press back into his erection.