I’m Your Pet… Do Whatever You Want With Me

Ella rushed through her chores, eager to free herself for her birthday after such a long, tiring day. She hadn’t slept at all—her sister had forced her to work the bar, to clean, to serve—yet she pushed through it, unusually fast, just so she could finally rest.

When she stepped inside the house, she went straight to her room. She wanted a shower; she could smell the sweat on her skin. But then—she froze. A sound drifted through the wall. Soft at first. Then louder. A low moan coming from Ria’s room.

Ella tried to ignore it. But something pulled at her, whispering to take a look. Was Ria… pleasing herself?

“That selfish pig,” Ella muttered. “She made me work all night just so she could stay here alone and play her dirty games.”

Moving carefully, she crept toward the door. She wasn’t the kind of girl who thought about sex. She was still untouched, still a virgin. But curiosity burned through her.

She peeked inside—and her eyes widened.

A man. Broad. Naked. His back glistened with sweat as he pinned Ria beneath him.

Ria’s cries filled the room, shameless and desperate. “Yes… more… all of it!”

The man’s dominance was brutal. He used her, pushed her, tested her limits—and she obeyed him, trembling like a pet that had already given away her will.

Ella’s breath caught in her throat. She should have turned away. She should have run. But she couldn’t. Her body refused to move.

She stared, trembling, stunned by the rawness, by the sheer power of him. By the way Ria submitted. And when her eyes caught the ink carved into his skin, a strange mark that branded him like a beast, Ella’s heart hammered.

“I’m your bitch… do whatever you want with me, baby!” Ria moaned, straightening up on the bed like a panting dog, her tongue out as she tried to take him in her mouth, letting her tongue slide along his length.

All the while, Ella couldn’t even recognize the man. But deep inside, she wished it was her in Ria’s place. Her core was soaked, her mouth watering just from watching.

She would have stayed. But fear struck her—if Ria saw her, she might burn her alive. So Ella slipped away quietly. Still, someone else had already caught her reflection in the mirror… and decided he wanted her.

“So, you live here alone?” Marcus asked, licking his lips, hunger burning in his voice.

“There’s that idiot… my father’s daughter, Ella!” Ria answered with annoyance.

“I’ve never seen her. Is she as wild and bold as you?” Marcus asked with curiosity.

“No! I don’t even let her stay home for a minute. I make her work day and night. She’s just a plain girl. She’s never had sex. Never even been kissed by a man. But… why do you ask?”

“I’m the one asking questions here! Did you forget who you’re talking to? You’re just one of the women I own for my pleasure. And now… I want your little sister in my hands, in my bed! Don’t worry, Ria, I’ll pay you a fortune for her.”

Ria froze. He was inside her, yet speaking about her little sister! How could she possibly give Ella to him?

“B-but Marcus… she’s a virgin! She’s way too young for you. She’s just a child—she only turned eighteen today!” Ria stammered, her voice trembling.

“Does turning eighteen still make her a child? Do what I told you! Your sister will be in my bed, in my hands!” Marcus roared.

He left her there, tied and bound, not even close to her release. He wanted time—time to look at Ella more closely.

At that moment, Ella was burning with desire. She wanted to wash away her scent, to rinse off the shame and the fire that scene had left inside her. She whispered to herself, lost in thought.

“That Ria… she’s so good at sex. She could drag the strongest man into her arms.”

Marcus walked into the next room with a smile. When he reached the bed, he pictured Ella lying there beneath him. His gaze dropped to the clothes scattered on the floor, and his mind spun. He was sure she was inside the bathroom. He lifted her panties, bringing them to his face, breathing in the wetness that clung to them.

The bathroom door was wide open. Ella had left it that way, too distracted after what she’d seen—her cruel sister kneeling like a dog, obeying a man’s every command.

Inside, Ella stood naked under the falling water, shampoo foaming over her breasts, sliding down her thighs to her slick core.

Marcus smiled to himself. “A little kitten caught in the lion’s claws.”

He chuckled darkly, his voice low but sharp. “Looks like she hasn’t even shaved there yet… and that makes it impossible for me to look away.”

Ella moved slowly, washing her curves. Her hands rubbed over her breasts, then slipped lower, brushing her folds as the memory of the scene returned. Marcus wanted to break into that bathroom, to grab her and claim her. But he stopped himself, saving that moment for the right time.

He left the house grinning. Just a glimpse of her was enough to set his blood on fire. He didn’t understand how a girl—barely eighteen—could stir something inside him that no older, more experienced woman ever had.

Back in the other room, Ria was fighting her bonds, seething with rage. How could Marcus even think of Ella? She thought he cared for her, that she was more than just another body. But now she realized she was nothing—no better than a condom to be used and thrown away. And yet, if that was true, why did he keep coming to her home, while all the other women had to go to his palace, his bed, his rules?

Ella stepped out of the shower, her body clean but her mind spinning. She couldn’t shake the memory of the tattoo on that man’s cock, the one in her sister’s bed. She wanted to rest, to sleep, to gather herself before Ria returned with another cruel chore just to make her suffer.