His Obsessive Pet

MASTER'S FAVOURITE

I wake up to the crisp continuous crackle of the roaring blaze as dying branches and twigs gasped for their last breaths before tumbling into the ashes…

My vision was blur but within two blinks or three, I could see well enough. However, when I tried getting up, my body felt stuck to whatever object it had been tied down to.

I lower my head, taking a glance at my feet once I felt the cold wind glide pass my legs.

'Why am I barefoot?', I questioned quietly before the most daring thought crossed my mind once I realised that my sneakers wasn't all what had been missing.

'Where are my jeans!?' I panicked... 'Had he done something to me while I was unconscious!?'

But I still have my blue panties on, I tried to reassure myself but once I peaked at the see through gown, there had been no difference in its shade.

'Did he really?', I frowned.

The hoodie I had was equally gone. I was simply robed in a white, sleeveless night gown.

Is this supposed to be my wedding dress?, I pondered in realization of what he had said, just before I passed out.

Just how cheap is he!? I grew flustered by the second and began any vain attempt at liberating myself.

"She's awoken sir" I heard someone say behind me not long after my tussle. "Get up" he undoes my straps, his one hand corners both of mine before aggressively lifting me up.

His fingers dug into my flesh due to the force he exerted to bring me to my feet. I hissed at the impact, neck automatically turning to face the i***t who presently causes me harm.

It was a different guy from earlier, I noted.

"That's no way to treat a woman" the very familiar voice submerged from far away.

I looked at my right to the man who now stood by the altar. The man who once wore a mask. The man who might have possibly defiled me when I passed out.

But he did say he doesn't commit adultery.

"I'm sorry Sir" his grip loosened immediately, clutching tightly once more, mere seconds later.

"Just cuff me or something if you're indecisive." I murmur in a low scowl.

"Bring her" he ordered, the mildly lit room preventing me from seeing his features clearly.

I let my eyes drift away for a second, to finally take note of my surrounding.

The petals, white and pink in color, were scattered everywhere in conflict but still looked majestic.

The garden looked tender. As though, if a slight breeze were to pass by, it will be carried away.

Which was exactly what was happening.

Around a hundred empty seats occupied each side of the room. Pondering as I am pushed forward every now and then, who was going to sit on them.

Soft music played in the background. The flowers swerved midair in circles and drifting off into the skies.

And my bare feet engulfed in carpet grass. Slightly sinking into them with every step I took. Giving me a feel of being appreciated, and held on to, with so much need.

My mouth unconsciously opened that I had forgotten all about my fate, decided however, not by me.

It all seemed so unreal.

"Dearly Beloved, We are gathered tonight to join the marriage between Xavier Perez, and Masha Morina" the priest's voice brought me back to reality.

That's when I finally took in, and though I hate to admit it, appreciated his appearance.

The forest green irises and rosy lips I withheld earlier complimented each of his other features. None of which were abstract, or did not belong.

His nose, firm and pointed, it was neither too big or too small. Brows as thick and healthy as a kempt forest.

Xavier...

I had been too absorbed in a face so well defined, that I hadn't realised the priest had been in the final part.

"... pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-"

"No kissing" Xavier interjected.

Even the priest looked taken aback by his request. Was he scared I'll tear his lip off? Because I definitely would.

" I pronounce you husband and wife" closing the tiny book he held in his hand.

"This whole wedding is a f*****g joke." I finally speak up, tired of whatever nonsense I've been dragged into "No ring exchange, no vows, the priest doesn't even ask for a just cause to end this joke!"... "Because I have more than enough Reasons to have you as far away as possible from me"

"I will get our rings later just don't flush it down the drain, vows aren't needed, what can I write about a stranger I only met some hours ago, there is no just cause to have this wedding cancelled. You are legally mine now" he cleared all my retort.

"Take her to the room and get ready for me." Xavier instructed. Once he did, I felt a cold arm on my shoulder.

I glimpse at my back, wondering how close we must be for the person to place his hand there.

Like I'm some object or a pet and he's my owner.

"Don't lay your hands on her" Xavier warned immediately he caught on.

The guard's hand shifted to his side whereas Xavier came to mine.

"All doors are locked" he whispers into my ears, assuring me there was no escape despite there being no one to hold me down.

"In here, Mrs. Perez " the guard directed me into a room he recently unlocked. When I didn't budge to enter, he disobeyed and went on to grab both arms and toss me in.

I attempted to run for it before being completely shut, but to no avail. I hassled with the knob, turning it left and right only to give up within 3 seconds.

I turn around, the huge aesthetic room staring back at me. It's walls were cement grey in colour, having black curtains in place behind the bed, no more than 4 pillows and a golden brown chandelier hanging above it.

Infront of the bed was a little cylindrical shape sofa with silk pillows spread all round it.

I walk across the room, amazed by the gorgeous designs. Everything fit in perfectly, everything but me, of course.

This surely is a billionaire's liking. So what am I doing here?

Inching closer to the bed, where there was, on each side, a golden and crystal vase clogged with flowers. And on one, there had been a wine bottle which had on its labell 'Musigny Grand Cru', an opener and a letter beside it.

'From Master, To my Slutty Wife'

I winced upon reading it. The words just didn't sit right with me and as much as I liked wine, I held my grounds so as not to owe him a dime.

Even sitting on the neatly arranged bed was a dispute, hence I kept looking around, making sure not to touch anything, as I searched for a possible escape.

Minutes after silence and isolation, gradually increasing footsteps became evident. The clacking of heels took a brief pause right behind the door before I hear it unlock.

I was clueless as to what awaits me. A woman, for sure. But what exactly is she coming in here for.

She slowly revealed herself, her wavy dark hair cut short to her chin, perfectly framing her oval shaped face. Lips plumper than a cushion, and her facial expression... Gosh, she looked so cute, so innocent.

The model's face, however, not being the main centre of attention.

My eyes darted to the long unconcealed legs strapped in a 6 inch heel, a quarter of her ass hidden behind dark latex miniskirt. An equally dark crop top which gripped tightly at her boobs. Giving it a well formed definition made to seduce the weak.

Despite her innocent appeal, anyone could tell she resonates trouble.

Was she a slut? One of his, perhaps.

"Master says you are a Dominant one " her accent was bold, heavy rolling R's and a little miss mischievous hidden in her tone "And one who prefers women "

Her walks being no different from the way she spoke, brave and mysterious.

"I'll be the judge of that " she leaned in, whispering in my ears before pushing me to the bed. Proceeding, in a cougar like, slow motion, to lean over then sat teasingly on my thighs.

"Who- who the f**k are you?" I questioned, unable to comprehend the turn of events.

From being signed off, to kidnapped, to jumping out of the car, married, and now I'm pinned down by a Russian model.

"Tracy" she finally introduced. "Master's favourite"

Wait, what! He had favourites!!?, Then what does he need me for??

Her hands extend to the wine bottle and it's cork, she shook it vigorously before extending her arms once more out of the way to create an explosive pop. Bubbly foam spilling onto the floors and inevitably, the bed.

What is she doing? I ponder as she lifted the wine and poured it on my white gown, it's liquid soaking through my skin.

"Wine?" She offered with a cherry broad smile after taking a few direct gulps.

"No" I refuse the offer as I watch her get off of me. I sit upright once the blonde was out of the way. She sat sideways, revealing pale skinny laps as she continuously drank.

She had a strange appeal that drew me closer to her. Maybe it was because she seemed carefree, but her presence made it look like all my worries had been put behind me... Like she had single handedly taken care of it.

I maintain eye contact with the beautiful russian model when she finally averted her attention from the container. My breath hitched irregularly when I noticed her extend the bottle of wine towards me.

I now took it without question, gluing my mouth to the cork as I imagined it was her lips I drowned in as she had equally plastered hers on this very same bottle.

I drank nonstop, forgetting to savour the taste and how earlier on, my uptight self thought of not wanting to owe him**

This was truly, a spectacular wine with aromas of raspberry, rose, cherry, and spice

"How much is this?" unconsciously, an intoxicated smile spread across my face, as I conjured up several numbers in my head.

"About a hundred"

"Ha! I knew it, cheap bastard" I took it in, greedily finishing its contents.

"Hundred grand" she cleared up, her laugh filling the room once she noticed the shocked look I harboured.

'About a hundred grand?? Just for-' I looked at the empty bottle clasped in my hand. 'Just for a bottle of wine '

He could have used it to feed thousands of starving families. But bought wine and was used only on two people.

Moreover, I owe him a hundred grand already!?

"Master loves when his money is spent recklessly" she gently unburdened me with the bottle at hand, setting it aside as hers now cupped my cheek and thighs grazed mine.

I'd finally come out from the stupor once I felt a pair of cold, plump lips press against mine.

"Now" She heaved out upon catching her breath as she pulled away "Show me how you please a woman."