His Obsessive Pet

THE INFAMOUS KISS OF BETRAYAL

I was always the dominant one in the relationships. I’d finger my partner and simply watching her squeal under my touch was enough to satisfy my own libido.

When it came to giving heads, she’d quiver as though she was being tased, and her moans which I so much enjoyed were without restraints.

Till things took a drastic turn... And roles changed.

“Welcome Mr and Mrs... Stimson” a gentle looking man greeted my parents upon entry.

“Yes that is us” my father eagerly replied, taking a seat, alongside his wife, towards where the well dressed fellow gestured.

“Yes, it seems you’ve accepted our company’s offer” the man in finely pressed suit began right after he took his seat.

My parents glanced at each other, the most genuine smile spread like butter on their face. Creating more distinct fine lines at the corner of their lips.

“We certainly have” my father spoke up once more.

What offer?, I silently questioned. Not wanting to seem rude by interjecting. Why would a company want to offer something to a poverty riddled family?

We had been invited by a filthy rich fellow, that was all I had been told by them. My parents claiming to have no idea why... And now-

“Very well then” his hand ventured towards a pile of paper, grabbing what seems like a year’s worth of paperwork and setting it before them.”Read through the contract and sign your names at the very end of the terms and conditions”

I took a peek, realising that no one but myself would be able to tell me what’s going on. However, as soon as I’d shifted closer, father had already turned to the very last page.

Signing off their initials with more gusto than I’ve ever seen in my life. And not even reading through a single sentence.

“Did you guys win the lottery?” I ultimately spoke out with an attempted joke. Chuckling awkwardly when I finally got the acknowledgement I thought I desperately desired.

“Oh darling...” Mother offered a honest to god smile, as though her next words were peaceful ones and not those that could rip my heart from it’s place “You are the lottery”

“Yes, and a really high one at that” father pitched in before I had any time to process what she meant by that.

I blinked repeatedly with a blank expression. None of what came out of their mouth made any sense.

The only thing, however that could make sense was that stupid bind, I thought as I automatically stretch out my hand, before the gentleman could store what my parents just signed away.

He made no effort to retrieve it from me neither.

I had the right to know, he must be thinking. I had the right to know that I was being sold off to investors in their company into a marriage deal.

WHY WOULD SUCH A COMPANY EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE!!?? IT’S SIMILAR TO HUMAN TRAFFICKING, BUT WITH MILD CONSENT.

“Then wouldn’t you rather keep me? If I’m the lottery??” I glared at my mom, because she always had my side. Always.

Her smile immediately faded as though she realised just how aweful her deeds are.

“The lottery money is meaningless without the investors “ father replied once he sensed his wife’s guilt slowly start to get the best of her.

He was the one in control. But she seems to be heading towards the same goal.

“We’ll be leaving now.”

“Can we at least see the fine young gentleman who will be in the care of our daughter?” My mother, as though she’d not thought twice about it, asked.

Our daughter??? How dare she use that word!?

WHAT A SHAMELESS WOMAN!

“If you had read through the contract you would have known our Investors are private and powerful individuals, who would rather their identity be left undisclosed” he answered bitterly. Little to no hint of respect could be shown.

“Very well then” my father being eager to leave, dragged his wife with him towards the door “We shall see the wedding pictures someday on social media “

Mother burst out of his grip once he’d opened the door. She was rather very reluctant to leave without having to clear herself up of whatever guilt that may drown her in the future.

“What happens now?” She asked, kneading at her purple hand purse while looking at the gentleman who now stood up.

Probably just as tired of her hypocrisy as I am.

“We all leave the room, so the beautiful lady over here can get to know her future husband to be”

This had sadly gotten more real by the second, I notioned once the gentleman stepped outside first.

And despite how much of a shameful person I thought my mother to be, she had topped it off when she suddenly approached me, embraced and gave two pecks on the cheeks.

Was this the infamous kiss of betrayal? Now I know what Jesus felt.

The door slammed shut... I decide to wait for a minute before I can do the same. Walk out as everyone else has. As that had always been the simple solution to all my problems.... I walk away from them.

Just as I had with my last year in college, because I’d gather debts and didn’t want to face those whom I owed. However they went after my parents instead... And they’d paid off the debt.

I hadn’t been the picture perfect child, I thought as I embraced my elbows engulfed in the hoodie, But did I really deserve this.

“Do your parents know that you’re a lesbian?” The stranger who suddenly appeared before me asked.

I had been lost in my thoughts that I’d not perceived when he got in.

Startled, I jerk my head up and clench my elbows harder out of fear. Especially considering how huge and overshadowing his figure is.

Is this the guy? I pondered as all that he’d have on display was a pair of forest green irises, decent looking lip, dark hair and a sharp jawline. The rest had been sheathed under a black mask, and dark suit.

He knows my gender preference yet he proceeds to ask for my hand in marriage. What is he aiming at?

“Yes, fully committed to pleasuring women only” I respond, hoping I might throw him off and make him loose interest in this proposal.

“Master” he remarked.

“What?” Did I hear him well?

“From now on you finish most of your sentences with master, sir or my liege” He’d begun asserting his rules already, I thought in dismay.

“That’s a rather odd request “ I chuckled at how corny he sounded. “My Liege” saying it with a ridicule filled tone which obviously, he hadn’t perceived.

“Good girl” he smiled slightly, revealing just a few crease lines around his thin lips unlike that of my greedy old and wrinkly parents.

“Good wh-“

“Enough with the questions” he cuts in.

The giant so graciously walked towards the rectangular shaped table which contained a few files, occupying one of the 6 chairs that had been placed equally on its adjacent sides. Clasping both hands together, he begun “Lesbian or no-“

“Who or what makes this legal?” And I did likewise. Cut him off that is.

From behind the mask, one could see his left eye twitch. He tried residing his temper with a short but audible inhale and exhale, eyes shut so he could wander off to his happy place.

Wherever that is.

Some form of breathing technique perhaps for those with anger issue, I mused.

“Who says it is?” He didn’t seem to like being cut “Have a seat”

“Is that where marriage comes to play?... That way I won’t have to testify against your acts” I asked, reluctantly taking a seat directly opposite him.

He offered an approving smirk, seeming like a psycho with the way he smiled so much.

“As I was saying. I don’t care what gender preference you sate, if your parents hadn’t been so desperate to sell you off and read the contract they would have known this isn’t really a marriage proposal, but that of a servant.”

“A servant’s?” Both brows suddenly lift in awe before returning back to it’s normal position seconds later. I unconsciously let out a chortle.

“A slave’s rather” he corrected.

I really wouldn’t mind living with this man if this was his sense of humour, I thought as I thought of the different servantly tasks that might be required of me to do.

Polish his shoes, press his already ironed tux, open doors for him-

“Yes, you’re bound to me now. A slutty slave by law. Unless you have a billion dollar company to bribe the very law system.”

A slutty slave???? Billion dollar company?? Bribe the law!? Just who the f**k is this man?

“You are free to be with whomever you want. There is no restrictions, as it is a very open marriage” he continued with a glint of joy in his eyes.

“You’re to call me master after the end of every sentence. Failure to do so results in punishment. Failure to do as told results in punishment, failure to keep me happy results in punishment. You do as you will, without my permission, punishment.”

Just who does he think he is... Talking to me like I’m a puppet in some kind of Muppet show.

“For a man, you sure do speak a lot” I muster cockily. A faint smirk I purposely make known on my face.

“Soon, you’ll be the one doing all the talking, with the only words coming out of your mouth being those of gurgles and gibberish” he asserted his supremacy.

I hated his smug face, his mightier than thou art behaviour,

“I’m always the dominant one in the relationships, okay!?” I blurt out, furious with all the laws “I don’t abide by anyone’s rules”

“This is a special contract” he ignored my retort “It’s the highest pay and you’re the unlucky victim of my proposal”

“Why isn’t it as thick as the ones my parents signed off?”

“To veer them off. No one loves reading the terms and conditions.”

What? How is this fair to everyone but me?

They get the highest pay, whatever that is... And I’m supposedly stuck with someone who I barely know, correction, don’t wish to know, already putting me in bondage with all these rules.

What happens if I don’t agree?

“I’m leaving” I huffed, tossing the chair backwards as I march to the shut door.