of seed spouting into the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Yes, yes! Fucking choke on my cum!” he growls. The spurts keep coming, filling up my mouth to the point of overflowing. “Swallow it all!” he says, slapping my cheek again. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.”
I do what he says. Not just because he demands it, but also because I want to. It actually tastes good.
His flaccid cock slowly slips from my sore mouth and he wipes the remaining cum off my cheek and pushes it into my mouth. “I told you to eat it all.”
“Sorry,” I say when he takes his finger from my mouth again.
For a moment, I think I spot a faint smile, but it vanishes all too quickly.
He holds out his hand, and for a few seconds, I don’t know what to do. But then he signals me to take it and I do. He helps me up, which I didn’t expect. Why is he being so nice now, even though he said he wasn’t? And then I realize it’s because he is nice. He just doesn’t want to be.
He’s taking his anger at his own emotions out on me.
Maybe there is a part of him that still likes me.
While I contemplate the possibilities, he grabs the soap and starts washing me like a doll he needs to clean. He’s meticulous and doesn’t skip a spot, making sure to give special attention to my sizzling hot ass and ample breasts. He seems to enjoy it a little too much. I wonder what he’s planning … this is unlike him. It’s as if he’s grooming me for something. Molding me into whatever he desires so I’ll more easily accept his plans.
After cleaning up, he steps out of the tub and hands me a towel. Then he walks out the door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. My chains are still locked, so nowhere to go for me. I hope he’s coming back … I shouldn’t be hoping that, but then again, he’s my only way out of these cuffs.
When the door opens again, something dangles on his finger and he’s showing it off first.
It’s a steel band—thick and shiny like aluminum.
The smile that appears next creeps me out. “Surprise!” he muses, chuckling as he steps in.
I look up and frown. “What’s that?”
“For you,” he says, walking toward me. “Picked it up at a kinky store while I was out for a walk.” I gasp, which makes him smile. “What? You didn’t think I’d just sit here and waste time, did you?” he muses.
He grabs the key lying on the sink and takes off the cuffs, and then he helps me step out of the tub. He spins me around until my back is against his firm chest. Holding the steel band in front of me, he places a kiss on my neck.
“You’re my dirty little Princess, Vanessa. Mine. You’re not going anywhere without me or my permission … That cage is not enough. The cuffs aren’t enough. Even that belt around your neck isn’t enough. But something like this will do to restrain you.”
He turns the band around in his hand, showing me the small ring attached to the back. He fishes something from his pocket, a clicker, and presses it. The band springs open, as well as my eyes.
“This is to celebrate you becoming my pet … and to keep you from running away while I take my vengeance out on your body.” He puts the band around my neck before I get a chance to put a finger in between and clicks it into place, closing it completely.
“No!” I yell.
He puts a hand in front of my mouth and shushes me. He turns me toward the mirror, forcing me to witness the fact that he has put a collar on me … like a real pet.
“Yes, Princess. Look at yourself now. Look at what you’ve become. A dirty little pet … My pet.” He touches the ring around my neck, which twists all around the band. “You thought you could leash me, the monster, but instead, I have leashed you, the pet.” The grin on his face makes me shiver and tears well up in my eyes at the sight of the both of us. What he’s become. What he’s reduced me to.
He presses a kiss to my cheek. “Oh, I’m going to have so much fun toying with you.”