Page 21 of His Toy

“Would you want to do those things?” I asked. I admit I asked purely out of curiosity. I knew what my own rules were. “Let me fuck your face?”

She hesitated, then said, “If it’ll save my sister.” She shrugged.

An honorable excuse. But the footage of her in the shower told a different story.

“Oral sex is as farthest necessary,” I said cooly. “I doubt it would go farther than that. And I don’t fuck anyone, but those I collar.”

“Right. I should’ve known that,” she said quickly.

“Tomorrow, we will finish your high protocol training. Then we will begin endurance, which will build on that foundation, and include sex. Only as necessary.” I added those last words to comfort her, should she need it. But her lips parted, and I knew if I said the words, she would do anything I asked right then. She was eager to please. To please me. “We will end with self-defense training as well.”

On the surface, this might have been to protect her sister. But inside of Heather? There was a streak that ran deep inside of her, a desire to please, to be forced into a dominant’s control. To be held and tormented and adored. To surrender completely.

But I had to stop myself. I couldn’t let myself become interested in Heather. Grant already thought I was. And if I did become interested in her? That would jeopardize my design. I couldn’t risk having someone I cared about involved in what I planned to do.

Caring about her wasn’t part of my design.

But I could want her. And fuck her. If it was part of training.

“To help our mutual goal,” I said. It was a reminder to myself.

“Our mutual goal.”

I gestured for her to continue in front of me, and she did. She went to her bedroom, and I carried on to the woods surrounding the house. It was nearly nightfall. I had my duties.

There would be time to fuck Heather. To fuck with Heather. To do anything and everything I wanted to do to her.

But only as necessary.