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My little pet is terrified, scared shitless, and I delight in it. Not because I’m a sadist, not always at least, but because I relish the prospect of providing comfort to my startled little pet like never before.

Hell, I don’t know who she is or where the hell she came from, but I intend on finding out.

I just need to get her dainty little fingers to sign the contract giving me full advantage to her without any fallout.

The last thing I need is more of a spotlight on me.

I’ve had enough recently to last me a lifetime, and given my track record with women, I need them to know my expectations up front so they don’t get any ideas of wanting more from me.

The moment I push into my office and flip the lights on, I know my youngest son, Rocco, has been in here. I can smell the little fucker; the sandalwood cologne he uses is a dead giveaway.

Still, I push the thought of my son aside and concentrate on the fact my cock is busting from my pants.

I spin her around to face me. “In here, Little Pet.” She strides in, feigning confidence, but I don’t miss the tremble in her fingertips.

In our world, we rely on noticing every action.

After all, it could, one day, save your life.

“Why do you call me that?” Her soft voice sounds innocent, intriguing me, and I have to suppress a shudder of my own as I imagine her on her knees begging so sweetly for a taste of my cum.

“Because you’re my pet. Tell me, Little Pet, do you normally go into rooms with men you don’t know?”

Her bright eyes widen, and she darts her gaze around the room as if only just realizing the vulnerable position she’s landed herself in. “I-I don’t.”

She withers under my scrutiny, and I lick my lips, biting back the chuckle threatening to escape me. My thick fingers find her narrow hips, holding her tightly to prevent her escape.

Then, out of the corner of my eyes, I see the curtain behind me move slightly, so I sniff the air. I’m going to kill him. I grit my teeth at the thought of Rocco fucking his wife in here when there’re multiple other rooms he could take her.

Well, let the little fucker be uncomfortable in the presence of my pet. I smirk to myself and amp up my game.

“Are you going to let Daddy play with you?” My smooth voice fills the air.

Her blue eyes flare with arousal, and a startled gasp leaves her edible little lips. A sound I want to bottle up and keep for myself, one I want no one else hearing, and the thought of my son and potentially his wife witnessing it makes me feel murderous inside.

“What sort of play?” she squeaks.

The word “play” should never be on her lips. Ever. The word alone could bring a man to his knees. My balls ache, and I bite into my lower lip to stifle the feral roar demanding to be released.

“Daddy wants to gag these little lips with his leather belt.” Her eyes widen, and I rejoice in the fear floating there.

“Put a collar on this soft, delicate neck of yours”—I drag the tip of my finger down her cheek and over her neck and back up—“and he’s going to splash his cum all over this pretty little face. Then I’m going to flip you over and use all your tiny holes while you scream out your pleasure.”

My palm rests over her heart, which is hammering furiously, and her small nipples become pointed.

Fuck me, that narrow throat will be delicious stuffed with my thick cock as she struggles to take all of me.

A spurt of pre-cum has me itching to stroke over my throbbing length, but I resist the urge. I’m fifty-fucking-five not fifteen.

“C-collar me?” She sounds like she’s ready to run for the door, but she surprises me by remaining rooted to the spot.

“Hm, a leash too.” I grin at her maniacally, imagining using the leash to yank her slender neck back while I fuck her ruthlessly from behind. My perfect little pet being used so thoroughly.

“A leash? ”

I nod. “Then Daddy is going to take good care of you. What do you say to that, Little Pet?” I caress her silky locks, delighting in the way she leans toward my touch instead of recoiling like the last little pet I owned.

This one is already the perfect submissive and completely unaware of the fact.

“Y-yes,” she pants, high on my promise, and it takes everything in me not to act on my words right here and now.

But the last thing I want is for my son to witness her unravel for me. As much as I know he’s in love with his wife, Hallie, I’m also aware that he is a much-younger version of myself, and I don’t want to have to ruin his good looks to make me feel better.

“Come, let me take you somewhere special.” I step back and hold out my hand, leaving the choice up to her now that she knows my desires.

Take it. I will her with my eyes. Take it and let me dominate every fucking inch of you.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

With excitement thrumming through me like liquid lust, I stride toward the door, and as I push my little pet through it, I turn my head over my shoulder. “Rocco?” I glare at the curtains. “Get this fucking office fumigated, you little shit,” I grit out.

“Yes, sir.” I can hear the cocky smile in his tone, and any other time, that would rile me further, but not tonight, not with a promise of domination.

Guiding her through the house with her small hand in mine has my blood pumping wildly.

When I take the first step, her feet come to a standstill, so I turn to face her.

Uncertainty crosses her pretty features, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Daddy will look after you always, Little Pet,” I rasp, and a soft smile plays on her lips, then she nods and follows me up the stairs.

Need bubbles through my veins as I push open the first bedroom I come to, the one I use solely for my pleasure.

An oversized, four-poster bed takes pride of place in the room, and I release her hand to close the door behind us.

When I turn back to face her, she’s fidgeting with her hands and biting into her bottom lip, making her appear even younger, more innocent and coyer.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask, and move to the bar to pour myself a glass of scotch.

“N-no, thank you.”

My lip tips up at her sweet manners. “Good girl,” I praise, loving the way she drags her tongue over her bottom lip and her eyes flare under my approval.

“Can you take off your clothes, or would you like me to do it for you?” I swallow the amber liquid in one go, then swipe my hand over my mouth. It’s practically dripping at the corners at how desperate I am for a taste of her.

She rolls her hands in front of her and looks away, so I lean against the bar, watching her skittish movements, and my cock throbs at how utterly mesmerizing she is .

Then she stands taller and straightens her shoulders. “I can do it.”

“Good girl, Little Pet,” I croon, stalking toward the bed, then resting my ass on the edge. Exhilaration fills me that I get to witness her undressing for me.

Fuck me, my own personal striptease of the most beautiful creature I’ve ever set eyes on.

My gaze remains locked on her as she slowly slides off her heels, then lowers the zipper at the side of her leotard.

She can only be a little over five foot; a dainty little thing that seems even smaller now and well below my six foot two.

Something about our height difference causes my balls to throb with an intensive need to possess every fucking inch of her.

When the flimsy fabric gives way, I can’t help but gasp. The air is stolen from my lungs at her sleek, naked little body coming into view for me. Perfection, utter perfection.

The leotard falls to the floor, and she kicks it aside, wiggling her painted toes into the plush carpet. My gaze filled with lust, my bloodstream pumps with wild desire, and I have one thought in mind: I’m going to destroy her.

My fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt when she looks at me from beneath her thick lashes.

“I’m going to eat your pussy so good, Little Pet. Then Daddy’s going to fill your little cunt up with his warm cum.” Her lips part, and a whoosh of air leaves her mouth, which only makes my cock grow unbearably harder, the ache in my balls almost too much to handle.

Her pussy is bare, and my cock jumps, eager to glide into her slick folds and force her to stretch to accommodate me.

She turns her head away from me, using her hair to conceal her pretty face, and I hate it, but I understand.

She’s young, inexperienced, and needs her daddy to take control and care for her.

I shrug off my shirt, exposing my toned chest. “Come.” I hold out my hand for her, and when she slips hers into mine, I feel like I’m holding the whole universe in the palm of my hand, bringing with it an odd feeling of comfort and security. Something my life has never allowed until this moment.

Something inside me swells, a new realm of power and ownership I’ve never delved into before now. This little pet is unique compared to all the others, and for the first time in my life, I will our relationship to be just that.