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“I’m allowed in your office. I was cleaning—”

“Shut your lying mouth!” His voice rises, and he jerks his hand down, forcing me painfully to my knees with his grip on my hair. His blue eyes are nearly glowing, incandescent with rage. I’m terrifyingly, horrifyingly certain at that moment that I’m going to join the ranks of the other girls that are missing now, gone from this place. Whatever happened to them is going to happen to me now, and I feel tears of pain and fright rise into my eyes as my knees hit the floor, and I look up at Alexandre’s rage-twisted face.

His other hand reaches down, sliding under my jaw, gripping it and the side of my face in his long-fingered hand. “I thought you were being a good pet,” he hisses through his gritted teeth. “But you were only taking advantage of me. Gaining my trust, manipulating me, so you could break my rules and poke through my house looking for my secrets the moment I turned my back.”

“No, I—”

His hand tightens on my jaw, effectively silencing me. “I tried to be kind!” Alexandre snarls, his other hand twisting in my hair. “I tried to not touch you. I tried not to be the monster, but you won’t fucking let me. You—”

He seethes, breath hissing from between his teeth, his body convulsing as if he’s trying to hold something back. For one wild, insane moment, I think he’s actually going to turn into some kind of monster, shift into some horrifying beast and eat me alive. Instead, he lets go of me for a brief second, shrugging off his coat and scarf and dropping them to the floor. He stands there, wearing his cream wool sweater and dark charcoal trousers, looking horrifyingly normal and handsome all at once as he glares down at me.

“Now you’re going to learn to serve me the way a pet should.”

“What—” The word doesn’t even make it out of my mouth before he drags me up towards the bed. For one wild moment, I’m sure he’s going to fuck me, throw me facedown across the bed, and drag up my skirt, but instead, he sits on the edge, and to my horror, drags me across his lap.

“No! Stop, no—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Alexandre grabs the back of my neck with his right hand, keeping me from getting up as he drags my skirt up with the other, exposing my ass. His fingers hook under the edge of my panties, dragging them down unceremoniously, and my thighs squeeze together without my meaning to, as his hand grazes my flesh.

What is wrong with me?I’m terrified, angry, as I should be—but I feel something else too, that strange throbbing heat that I’d felt when I saw Kaito and his women, and again when I’d seen Alexandre in his room.

Alexandre’s hand comes down hard on my ass, and the stinging pain drives all other thoughts from my head.

He spanks me again and again, and I cry out, squirming on his lap. The hand holding the back of my neck turns into an arm across my back, pinning me down. He only pauses long enough to rip my panties off the rest of the way before the volley of blows against my ass continues.

“I’m going to teach you—” he lets out a gasping breath, nearly panting, “—to be a good pet. For your own—good—”

He’s hard. So fucking hard. I can feel the erect weight of his cock against my belly, pressing into me, throbbing through the fabric of his pants. This is turning him on, and it terrifies me—but it’s arousing me, too. I can’t pretend that it’s not. The heat of the pain from his hand is spreading through my ass and thighs, my reddened flesh painful and on fire, but that heat seems to gather between my thighs, and to my horror, I can feel myself getting wet. My pussy feels swollen and aching, the wetness sticky on my thighs. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as I hope against hope that Alexandre won’t move his hand lower and feel it.

“Twenty,” he hisses out as his hand comes down again, and I blink with foggy surprise.He’s been counting?I couldn’t have kept track even if he’d demanded it.

Alexandre shoves me off his lap, and I go tumbling to the floor, my eyes wet with tears. “Get up!” he snaps. “We’re not done. Bend over the bed,pet.”

My heart nearly stops in my chest.This is it,I think foggily, unable to think past the strange mixture of pain and arousal churning in all the lower parts of me.This is the moment I lose my virginity.

“Don’t make me ask you twice,” he hisses, and I swallow hard.

Somehow, I manage to pull myself up halfway. My ass and thighs ache, my pussy is throbbing with a sensation, aneedI don’t understand, and I feel dizzy with pain and confusion. But somehow, I obey, pulling myself up and bending over the bed, my hands clenching the duvet as I do so.

I remember Alexandre’s hands clenching his as he’d jerked his hands away from his cock, the moans of pain, the spasming.Is this what he felt? This strange mixture of pain and desire and need?

“Pull up your dress to your waist.” His voice is lower now, husky, thick. I hear the sound of his zipper, and another of those flushes goes through me, an uncomfortable mixture of fear and heat. “Now.”

I reach down clumsily, yanking the fabric up in handfuls until it’s above my waist, my bare, reddened ass exposed again. I hear Alexandre groan, that pained, lustful sound that I heard before, and my heart skips in my chest.

I feel that heat between my thighs again, that pulsing.

“Spread your legs,” he growls, voice darker still. “Bad little pets have to expose themselves for their masters—oh—fuck—”

The hissed curse comes out as I obey, my thighs spreading open, and I know he can see all of me—my pink, wet, swollen pussy, the glistening dampness on my thighs, my clit peeking out with the need to be touched, rubbed, licked. All things I’ve never experienced, things I only barely know the existence of, and yet my body isyearningfor them as I hear the sound of flesh on flesh. I realize dimly that he’s stroking himself.

I start to turn, looking over my shoulder, a sick urge to see filling me. “Turn around!” Alexandre snarls. “Face down on the bed, pet—”

I can hear his hand moving faster still, his breathing coming more quickly. I can imagine what he’s doing from what I saw before, but now he’s doing it because ofme, touching himself to the sight of my spread, exposed pussy, my freshly-spanked ass. I’m the reason he’s been driven to lose control. I know this is a punishment, that I shouldn’t like or want any of this, but I can feel myself growing hotter, wetter, the ache spreading.

“Such a bad pet—” Alexandre moans, stepping closer, so close that I can almost feel the heat of him brushing against me. “Wet and dripping from your punishment. You want my cum. Bad pet, such a bad girl—”

The last words sound almost like a choked caress, and I hear the sound of his stroking hand stutter, stop and start again. “I’m going to cum all over your fucking ass, you bad little girl—” He groans again, and I feel the wet slap of his cockhead against my burning asscheek as he jerks himself harder. “You wanted this from the moment I found you kneeling on my doorstep. All dressed up, gift-wrapped for me. I tried not to touch, I tried—”


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