Chapter 9

NINE

ASHLEY

M y stomach may as well have been filled with rocks. Why was I so nervous? It was only Jerry. Our love life may have been lagging, but it wasn't like we'd never been together.

Memories of the early days made my thighs tighten. If we could return to that…

I fit the collar around my neck, leaving it one stop looser than the first time I'd worn it. Perhaps Jerry would slip his fingers in the gap between my skin and the leather. Pull me to him while he?—

Cutting the thought off, I shook my head.

Getting ahead of myself would only fuel disappointment. Pre-planning or envisioning what could be wasn't the way. I needed to let Jerry lead. Even if sex wasn't great for me this time, it would build a bridge to where I could seek pleasure.

My nipples peaked in the mirror as I grazed my hands over my chest.

Brr brr brr . My phone vibrated on top of the dresser, giving me a five minute warning. It was almost time.

Tingles pricked at my spine as I dashed down the stairs, leaving my phone. I didn't need it. All I needed was my husband's attention.

Butterflies stormed in my stomach as I knelt near the bottom of the stairs, facing the door. Minutes inched by so slowly. The waiting made me notice everything. The way the cold tiled floor dug into my knees and ankles, the slight breeze from the air conditioning goose-pimpling my skin. Every sound outside had me squirming against my folded legs, listening for the rumble of Jerry's car.

Where was he?

The ends of my hair tickled against my shoulders where the curls exploded from the high ponytail I'd put in to tame it. I'd seen the memes online of women tying their hair up while giving their man the eye, his face lighting up as he thinks a blowjob is imminent. Often they do something silly to crush his lusty thoughts and then both have a giggle about it. I hoped Jerry had seen them. That he would see my hair out of the way and something dirty would cross his mind. Anything dirty.

The door handle wriggled before pressing downward, and I startled. I hadn't even heard the car arrive. Swallowing hard, I arched my back and moved my hands from my thighs, sliding them behind my back instead.

Sunlight spilled in as the door swung open, causing me to squint.

‘Jerry,' I breathed out, excitement sweeping through me.

‘Not today, pet.'

My stomach dropped at the deep, rough voice. The door closed, and I focused on the man standing before me, his face covered with a black balaclava.

Confusion hit me first, scrunching my brows, before fear crashed through my senses.

It wasn't Jerry.

Letting out a scream, I skittered to the left, pulling myself to my feet as I dashed into the lounge. A chuckle mingled with heavy footsteps, following me through the house.

My bare feet hammered against the wood, competing with my pulse. I threw myself at the back door, struggling with the lock.

‘Come on,' I pleaded, my sweaty fingers slipping against the key.

A sudden yank pulled me backward, fingers tightening around my ponytail and clasping me.

‘Come now, good girls sit prettily for their owners.' The thick words twisted my stomach, and tears pricked.

‘Please don't hurt me,' I begged, freezing as his other hands skirted my hips and followed the contours of my body to my neck.

‘I'm not here to hurt you, Ashley. I'm here to let you know that I see you. That a needy pet without a leash is a terrible waste.'

Kicking out only made him laugh again as he easily lifted my feet from the floor and carried me back to the hallway, standing me in front of the full-length mirror.

I screwed my eyes shut at the sight of myself naked in the invaders's arms.

‘Tsk tsk, there's no hiding. Open your eyes. You need to see this.'

I didn't want to see it. Seeing it would make it real.

‘I'm married,' I whispered, hoping it would make him worry about being caught.

‘Yes. To a man who prefers video games to your pretty little cunt. You showed him the collar and cuffs, didn't you?' His voice reverberated against my back from within his chest, deep and rumbling. ‘He didn't appreciate it. You. You deserve to be seen. Good girls like you thrive on attention. On being desired.'

My legs trembled with the way his fingers traced over my skin as he spoke. I opened my eyes, watching as they drifted to my chest, circling a solid nipple.

‘Desire makes you long for touch, and touch is like the ultimate treat for a pet like you. Even now, you don't know who I am, but your body begs for more.'

I shook my head, my gaze sliding to the floor. Fingers gripped my chin and forced me to look at him in our reflection.

‘I see it in the way your face reddens. I hear it in the changes in your breathing. I bet if I slipped between your legs I'd feel it too, wouldn't I?'

‘No,' I said, spitting the words out. Disgusted with myself.

‘Mmm?' He murmured, before shoving two fingers roughly inside of me.

Clamping my thighs together didn't force him out of me, it only made the pressure feel better.

‘Fucking soaked,' he groaned, arching his fingers. My eyes rolled. The sight of his thick, veiny arm pressing over my stomach, his hand disappearing between my thighs, made me whimper. It had been so long since someone else had touched me. Since Jerry had touched me.

He withdrew his fingers, and I wanted to beg him to keep going. Instead, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing my wetness to gather on my tongue. I bit his fingers at the sudden invasion, my salty-sweet taste filling my mouth.

‘Oh, I love a bitch that bites back. Don't pretend you don't want this, Pet. You begged for attention online, looking to be noticed. I'm here to give you what you need.'

Using his other hand, he gripped one of my nipples and twisted it firmly. I cried out, releasing his fingers. My legs crumpled when he pressed his boot into the back of my knees, forcing me to kneel and moving behind me.

I tried to fight back, but I was no match for his strength, and he locked my thighs in place, spread wide, with his own legs. One hand slipped into the gap between my collar and my throat, making my breaths shallower.

‘So perfect,' he whispered, his mask pressing into the side of my face. ‘He's an idiot. I made you this collar, Pet. I'm going to watch as you come against my hand. We're going to watch.'

Shame filled me when he pressed his other hand between my legs, circling my clit with sure strokes. I fought against the touch, wanting to hate it. To hate him.

With each turn of his fingers, my resistance crumbled. My breaths turned to a pant, then a whimper. My cheeks burned red, the colour spreading to my chest. When his fingers slowed, I moved my hips, desperate to fuel my building orgasm.

‘There you go. That's it. Ride my hand. Show me what a horny pet you are. If you learn to come against my hand, I might come back and give you what you really need. A nice big cock to suck. Bet you'd swallow it real good, wouldn't you?'

I nodded, his dirty words only making me buck faster against him. Close, I was so close.

He pinned my hips, thrusting against my ass.

‘Do you feel what you do to me? I've got a great big bone just for you.'

My stomach flipped at his disgusting words, the vulgar phrasing. But my cunt reacted, giving away the truth. A spasm rocked through me, and I let out a low moan.

‘I made this collar special,' he said as he reached back down and slid two thick fingers inside me, roughly pistoning them. ‘I came on the leather and buffed it in, marking you as mine. I'd hoped that you'd be fucked never knowing that I was circling your neck the entire time. But this way's better, don't you think? Seeing you debasing yourself against my palm without even knowing who I am.'

He was the man who made my collar… the man who owned the leather store. Fuck, I'd been so stupid to put the review on there when he had my address. Tension seized my body as he held me on the precipice, every one of my nerves screaming for release.

‘You're so much better than I imagined,' he groaned into my ear before violently fucking me with his fingers, his palm crushing against my clit in an onslaught I couldn't fight.

I came hard, my fingers clinging to his knees where they held mine apart.

‘There you go. That's it, give it all to me. Oh, tears too. Let it all out for me. I'll take everything, my pet. Look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are. Coming all over my fingers like a good girl.'

He murmured to me as the orgasm ravaged my body, his sweet whispers contrasting with the roughness of his fingers. He didn't stop as the first waves passed, instead he kept thrusting with slow, deep, strokes, forcing body to submit to him.

‘One more for me. You can do it.'

Trembles stole over me as I fought against the waves of pleasure, feeling sick at letting this stranger play my body so thoroughly. At giving in so easily. At enjoying it.

Pushing me forward, he forced me to my hands and knees, switching his hand to fucking me from behind, my face closer to the mirror. Tears dripped over my cheeks as he worked me back into a writhing mess.

‘This is where you should be. On all fours and open for pleasure. It's what you need, isn't it?'

‘Yes,' I cried. I could barely look at myself, the pink collar and cuffs making me look every bit his pet.

The pressure was too much, and I came again, my pussy strangling his fingers. The pleasure shot through me, leaving no space untouched.

‘There's my good girl, such a pretty lil' thing.' He tore his fingers from inside of me while I was still coming, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. ‘If you are a very good girl and don't tell anyone about my visit, I'll come back and fuck you properly. The way you want to be fucked. My pet would love a bone, right?'

I nodded, my legs feeling like jelly as he pulled me back to kneeling.

‘Tell me.'

‘I want it.'

‘What?' he asked?

‘To be fucked,' I said, barely a whisper.

His fingers slid across my tear-streaked cheeks, his touch almost sweet.

‘You are so fucking precious, Ashley. He doesn't deserve you.' Twisting my head, he met my eyes, his dark and rimmed with black lashes. ‘Don't forget that.'

Then he left.

I knelt there for a few minutes, half expecting him to walk back in, staring at myself in the mirror. Calling the police, or Jerry, or someone was what I needed to do.

But looking at my pink, puffy pussy had a fresh twist of pleasure shooting through me.

For the first time in years, I felt desirable. Wanted.

And it was like he'd given me a first dose of heroin. The high was still swimming through my veins.

I already wanted another fix.