Ethan POV:
Knowing that all I had to do was to lower my lip an inch more and I would be locking lips with the one lady I had yearned for all this years, while i was imprisoned… got me real excited, my heart racing…
I want Vivian and I miss her so much. It wouldn’t hurt to claim her as mine once more. Would it?
Merely a second away from claiming Vivian lips, I remembered my pet! An image of Janice flashed into my head.
No, no… I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t do this to Janice!
*You said you love her Ethan, and if you really do love her like you claimed, you wouldn’t be having such unholy thoughts of claiming another woman as your own. What you had with Vivian wasn’t love, it wasn’t real. What you had with Vivian was nothing more but a toxic relationship. She was like a drug to you, a drug that you got so much addicted to. And what you now have with Janice, is nothing but pure love…* My inner man lectured.
I pushed Vivian away slightly… so she wouldn’t fall to the ground or worse, she dies again.
“What the heck Ethan? Why did you push me away?.” Vivian asked with an astonished look on her face.
“Whatever we had in the past, is now in the past Vivian. And now, I am with Janice… I love her and I would never hurt her. So if you would excuse me , I will take my leave now.” I smiled slightly at her.
I walked towards the door of the room… with my hand on the doorknob, she yelled… “I am you love Ethan! Not Janice! She’s more of a pet, a slave to you. And from what I have gathered on BDSM, I know she’s going to respect her master’s decision, if he decides to lay with another woman. In other words, you are not hurting her.”
I turned around, “That’s where you have it wrong. Janice might come to terms, with the fact that I have another woman in my life, but my heart wouldn’t. My heart only want to belong and lay with just one woman, and that’s Janice. You may think that I had actually loved you in the past, but I didn’t. What I had with you, was just an obsession. I was obsessed with you Vivian, to the point I could kill you so no one could have you. And that, that is not love. Love should have allowed me to let you go. Get your fact right Vivian.”
About to open the door, I decided against it… I had one more question bothering me and I just have to ask it. “By the way, shouldn’t you be with Daniel, he was the love of your life, remember?”
“That was because your Janice made it so, in the book. Waking up from the dead, it made me realize who I actually really love. And that’s you. I will make sure, I take you back from Janice! I don’t care what I have to do.” Vivian said with so much determination, that it might be enough to fear for me and Janice relationship.
I huffed, “Good luck with that.” I said, not showing in the least that her words did affect me.
I finally did leave the room, and then went in search of my pet.
I couldn’t find my pet in the sitting room, or in the kitchen.. she wasn’t even in the visitor room or her office/sturdy.
I began to wonder, where my slave might have gone to. I checked outside the house, the four corners of the house… and my slave was nowhere to be found.
Feeling a bit confused, on to where my slave might have gone too, I remembered I didn’t check the basement.
Climbing down the stairs that lead to the basement, I heard small sounds of cries coming from the basement. Could it be Janice? But if she’s the one, why is she crying? I guess I will have to find out.
“Janice, Janice, Janice, Janice are you there?” I called walking into the dark basement. There’s no window in the basement and also, the bulbs are not on. I used my hand to search for the light switch in the wall, luckily for me…. I found it. The whole basement light up as I pressed it… revealing Janice sitting at the left corner of the basement, weeping softly.
“Janice, what’s wrong?” I asked walking towards her in fast strides, afraid something might have happened to her. She stood up quickly, wiping away her tears with the back of her palm.
“Nothing sir.” She replied standing up.
“Janice I don’t think it’s nothing. Tell me the truth, what’s wrong.” I held her hand in mine and then draw her closer to me, her face almost hitting my chest.
“There’s really nothing wrong sir Ethan.” She insisted, shifting on both her toes… at the same avoiding any sort of eye contact with me.
“Pet! Don’t you dare get master angry. Don’t you dare lie to me!” I said firmly, revealing a little bit of anger.
She hiccuped, “I… I…. I…. saw… well… I saw you… and uhm… I saw you and Vivian, to.. to.. gether in the room.” She whispered.
“And?”
She shift uncomfortably on her toes. “It felt like you two were getting back together…” She murmurs, her eyes still avoiding eye contact.
“And Is that why you were crying?” I asked, even though I already know the answer.
“Yes.” She answers, nodding her head affirmative.
“And why are you crying exactly?” I asked her, acting indifferent to her emotions.
“I… I…. Don’t think, I can bear seeing you… my master, with another woman.” She confessed softly.
“So, what are you going to do… if I decide to continue dating Vivian?” I placed a finger underneath her chin, so she could look me in the eyes.
“I will remain your obedient slave and support your relationship with miss Vivian.” Her mouth might have said those words, but her eyes begs me not to date Vivian.
I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her really tight… “For being such a good slave, to me your master… I will reward you, by letting you know… that Vivian and I, have no relationship.” I whispered in her ear.
“Really? You are not getting back with her?”
“Yes, and I mean it pet.” I ended the hug, placed my finger below her chin and i lift her head up… our gaze holding each other’s.
The sadness in her eyes has been replaced with happiness. “So is my slave, happy now?” I grinned at her.
She nods her head with vigor, her lips producing a wide cheerful smile as a reply.
“Good. But now… master has to punish you for being a cry baby slave and also not having faith in me your master.” As I talked, I carried her up in my arms, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist.
I claimed her lips, placing her down on a really old desk i came across, in the basement. As our tongues entangled… so did my hand worked up a path between her legs, to her glorious hole… my finger hurriedly shifting her pant, so I can thrust my middle finger deep into her.
I thrust my finger into her vagina a couple of times, when I couldn’t wait anymore…. I brought out my cock, parted her legs far apart… and then plunged my cock deep into her pussy.
“Oh fuck! You are so sweet and ready. So wet for me pet.” I groaned in ecstasy, grinding into my pet furiously and eagerly to shoot out my sperm deep into her wet cunt.
“I’m yours master!!!! I’m.. I’m…. goddddddddddddd, please fuck me harder master!!! …. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” My pet screamed out, her hands going around my neck, tears sliding down her eyes and cheeks…
Soon I released into my pet, while she cried and screamed as her orgasm takes over her.
“That was short, but hot and amazing. It was so fucking good, pet.” I comment as we both held ourselves, basking in the aftermath of the hot sex we just had. My slave let out a little laugh, hiding her face in my neck.
We both remained in silence, listening to our heart beat. Then my pet suddenly sat up right…. “Oh my God!” She gasped, her eyes bigger than the usual.
“What is it slave.” I asked, staring at her with concern.
“I.. I think, that I may have a lead on the mystery behind… *My character’s coming to life* And I know where to start digging from.” She claps her hand excitedly, grinning from ear to ear.
“You do?” I asked in shock, both my hands on the both side of her shoulder…
“Yes, and hopefully.. it’s a good one, not just a waste of my time.” She answers still beaming.