The Billionaire's Pet by Loki Renard Page B

Daniel said. “You more or less ran away after our last interlude. I’ve been worried about you.”
    “You don’t have to worry about me,” Ellie said. “I take care of myself.”
    “Take care of yourself by yourself, hmm,” Daniel nodded knowingly. “I would have liked to have given you some proper care. The session isn’t over just because you come.”
    “Well, I’m sorry, nobody informed me of the rules of being fucked like an animal,” Ellie replied. She was feeling somewhat lightheaded, though she did not know if it was the wine or Daniel Treville that was more intoxicating.
    A broad smile burst across his face. “I suppose I did spring it on you,” he admitted. “But yes, for future reference, it is my habit to take care of my pets.”
    “Pets? How many women are you fucking, Daniel?”
    “Past tense,” he said.
    “Ah, so you’re a serial pervert,” she said, finishing the dregs of her wine and pouring herself another. “You enjoy debasing women.”
    “Is that how you felt? Debased?”
    She had not felt debased. She had felt wild and free and so fucking horny that just remembering what he’d done to her made her vagina start producing lubrication, but she was not going to tell him that. It was too shameful to admit that being treated like a simple beast turned her on and set her free.
    “You didn’t seem debased to me,” he continued when she did not answer his question. “You were hungry for me. You were spirited. You were ecstatic—until you came and realized what you were doing and then all those ideas about who you’re supposed to be and what you’re supposed to like got in the way and made you turn tail and run.”
    Ellie stared at him. It was as if someone had handed the man a guidebook to her internal dialog. Was she really that transparent? Or had Daniel simply played this game so many times before that he knew exactly what he was doing?
    “That’s ridiculous,” she said, burying herself back in her drink.
    “Is it? Is that why you’re jealous at the very idea of me having done that with any woman before you?”
    “I’m not jealous,” she lied. “I’m sure you’ve spread yourself far and wide.”
    He snorted. “Not quite, Ellie.”
    “How many then?”
    “How many women have I slept with?”
    “How many women have you…?” The question was hard to form, but she asked it between gritted teeth. “…made your pet?”
    “You would be the third.”
    She hadn’t expected such a straightforward answer.
    “And what happened to the other two? Did you send them to the glue factory?”
    “Cute,” he said. “Both were when I was in college. It was more of a game back then, nothing like what we have.”
    “You had two at the same time?”
    “You are jealous,” he drawled with that arrogant smile.
    “I am not,” she replied quickly. “I don’t care.”
    He reached out, took her by the wrist and hauled her close, looking down the length of his nose at her with an intensity that left her momentarily stunned.
    “Don’t lie to me, pet,” he drawled softly. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling possessive. I feel possessive of you. It’s only fair you should want to mark your territory too.”
    Mark him. Yes. She wanted to mark him. She wanted to see his skin blush the way hers did. The invitation reached out to a part of her he probably did not intend to trigger and she reached up with her palm open and slapped him across the face hard enough to make her fingers sting. A perfect set of fingerprints appeared on his left cheek.
    He let out his breath in a hiss, his eyes narrowing as his grip on her other wrist tightened. “That was a mistake, my feral little pet.”
    “You said I could mark you.”
    “Then let me return the favor, kitten.”
    In short order Ellie found herself staring at her rug, dangling face down over Daniel’s thighs as he once more prepared to discipline her for her sins. His hand came down once, twice on her jean-clad rear before he let