"Fuck you," I manage to get out.

"Fuck me? How disappointing." He chuckles as he drives deeper into my pussy. "I could stop..."

"No!" I cry out. "Don't stop, please..."

He grabs me by the throat with gentle but strong fingers. "Beg me to fuck my cum into you, Pet."

"P-P-Please." I'm stuttering and blushing at my own inability to talk. "Please, Jasper... Please fuck me. I want to be full, put it all inside me."

He grunts, moving his hand up my neck and to my cheeks and holds me tight, making my lips pucker. His brows knit together in anger as he fucks me and I come again, in time for his orgasm. When I feel his cock spurting its seed inside me, my body reacts wildly. I thrash under him, and he holds me down, driving into me one last time. I feel wetness dripping down between us, and Jasper reaches down between my legs and scoop up our mixed juices.

He massages our cum into my pussy, focusing on my clit and making me mewl out in pleasure. "You did so well, Pet. What a good girl."

He stares at me, seeming drunk on a feeling, a state of mind. With fascination, he watches his own fingers spreading our wetness all over my skin. As if subconsciously, his hand massages more into my belly, his eyes losing focus as he stares at me.

A moment later, he snaps out of it. It’s almost as if I imagined the whole thing. As if this is a dream and I’m waking up from it.

"You’re a good pet." Jasper gets up, his hands leaving me. "I'll get going now.”

"What?" I ask, pulling myself up on my elbows. "You're leaving?"

He turns around, looks at me, then sighs deeply. In two steps he's back at the counter, and with one hard smack, he hits my pussy.

"What are you doing?!" I scream, fighting the tingles of pleasure erupting on my sensitive skin.

"Behave," he reminds me like I'm some bratty kid. "I'll be back for more, Pet.”

11

Jasper

People don’t know what they’re talking about when they say they’re obsessed.

For them, liking something a lot or being overly interested in something is equivalent to obsession.

It’s not.

You never really know you’re obsessed until you lose all common sense and control.

The moment you’re consumed and find yourself doing things in a compulsive, sporadic way, that’s when it becomes an obsession —raw and ugly in its truest form.

As I stand by the old Honda in the silence of the evening, I roll back to the events that led me here.

What made me obsessed? Sure, it started with that fake fucking smile, but that’s not all, is it?

Was it when I followed her the first day? When I kicked the boy out of the apartment to keep it to myself? When I watched her naked the first time? When I witnessed her have dinner with another man and decided that wouldn’t fucking happen again?

Or it could be when I broke in, went through her things, and decided there’s more to learn.

Or it could be because of how she submitted to me when I fucked her three ways to Sunday yesterday. The way her body moulded to mine like she always belonged there, and she always will.

If there was a tiny chance, I’d kick her out of my system and put a stop to whatever the fuck this is, but any chance of that evaporated the moment I sunk inside her and she made those small satisfied noises, like she’s been waiting her entire fucking life for me.

Now that I’ve had a taste, there’s no way I’ll stop. I can but that will only happen under two scenarios; One, a knife to my little Petal’s throat, making her unavailable. Two, continuing to fuck her until I get bored.

I can’t quite bring myself to do the first option, even though it’s out of character for me.

For the first time in my life, I’m going with option two. In my quest to erase any habits that could cripple me, I never fucked the same woman more than once.

The thought of never touching my little Petal again is fucking tragic. I don’t even want to consider it.

She comes out of the staff exit, wrapping a coat around her slender waist. Her strides cut through the distance in record time, her tiny frame barely noticeable.

It’s a curious thing how an invisible person was able to catch my attention in such a morbid way.

As I watch her approaching me, I’m cut with two different emotions. The first, I fucking hate her for bringing chaos into my ordered life. The second, I want to fuck that hate out of her body, use her and fill her every hole with my cum.

My little Petal stops abruptly in front of me, finally having noticed me. Her expression morphs to slight surprise before she masks it.

Considering the way things ended yesterday, I didn’t expect a warm welcome. I left her pleased and used with my cum dripping down her thighs. I needed the distance because I was tempted to kiss the fuck out of her and run her a bath. Go fucking figure.

I don’t ever do that.

The thought of wanting to do it for my little Petal was enough to get me out of her apartment without her having to say anything.

“You actually know how to show up.”

I take the jab of her words with a nod. She has the right to be mad and kick me out of her life, if she wants to.

Doesn’t mean I’ll go, though.

That’s not how it works with me.

“I’ll drive you.” I point at my Mercedes across the parking lot.

“I have my own car.” She keeps her expression closed off as she tries to push me off her car.

I remain planted in front of the driver’s door, not moving an inch. My little Petal must’ve realized she can’t move me and backs off, face reddening with exertion.

She wraps her coat around her frame, using it as a shield. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, I do, actually. I said I’ll drive you.”

Her furious metal gaze snaps my way. “You don’t get to demand things from me after you left me that way yesterday. I’m not your toy.”

“No.” I reach out and grab her by the chin. “You’re my pet.”

Her lips quiver as I tighten my hold around her, forcing her to stare up at me with wild petrified eyes. I can feel the rush of fear snaking down her body, but at the same time, her eyes shine with the potency of the thrill.

It’s almost the same look she gave me when I thrust into her tight cunt and owned her for the first time. Fear and excitement are the most exquisite look on her.

“Let me go,” she tries to shift sideways, probably searching for someone.

“Do you think anyone can save you from me, Pet?”

“S-Someone will see.”

“See what?”

She averts her gaze. “You know.”

I shake her by the chin, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “Know what?”

“Jasper…”

“What?”

“We’re in public.”

“And that’s important because?”

“I…” She gulps, her cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

“You what? Don’t want your little friends to know you’re getting fucked by me? Is that it, Georgina?”

She glares at me. There’s something I noticed; my little Petal gets upset when I call her by her full name. In such a short time, she has grown to like Pet a lot more than she’ll ever admit.