Chapter Twelve

A Pet Must Obey

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Vegeta glanced up after straightening his tie at me behind him in the mirror. He knew damn well that I couldn't remember anything that happened yesterday. It was the perfect chance to take advantage of me… again. I had burns and scars, but I covered all that up easily with cover-up. He knew I'd have to reapply all of it after he'd finish what he was about to do to me. His eyes gazed over my figure, grinning slightly.

"Woman…"

My eyes panned up to eyes curiously. He grinned more as he leaned to the wall, dimming all the lights in the room. I glanced around curiously. What was he doing?

"Kneel down."

I stared at him confused in silence. His eyes were very focused as he grinned mischievously at me. I slightly grinned shyly back at him and did as he commanded. He looked pleased and turned around to face me. The room was fairly dark and only lit by the setting suns of Planet Vegeta. He stood in the shadows of the darkened room. His distinctive form barely visible, his arms crossed over his broad, suited chest. I was kneeling in the middle of the room; my knees on tiled floor and my hands flat on my thighs. My small frame illuminated by the warm, orange light coming from the window.

"Come to me…"

He demanded silently; his voice low and husky, sending shivers through out my body. I slowly went to stand, but his eyes darkened and lowered.

"No… stay down, and come to me…"

I swallowed in fear of his low, commanding voice. I slowly pushed forward, crawling on my hands and knees towards the dark, shadow covered man; my thin, knee-length dress, hugging my body; my black tresses falling over my shoulders considering I hadn't put them up yet. I slowly slid my knees forward on the cold floor, making my dress move up more, showing my perfect, creamy thighs. As I continued my way seductively swaying, I knew that that's what he liked; I was going to try my best to please him. I didn't want to anger him; I was too afraid of what would happen. He stood perfectly straight, his legs slightly astride, waiting for me patiently. His dark eyes glittered in the shadows, burning into my small form like a cat's eyes stalking over a mouse. I could feel him watching strictly and fiercely. I looked up as I crawled closer, my lips dry and parted, my breasts heaving. I was so close; he could touch me if he wanted to. The second I saw his hand slightly twitch like he was going to move it, I stopped. Slowly, he unfolded his arms and straightened his hand, placing it gently on my head; his fingers delicately brushing over my black curls of hair.

"Good girl."

He spoke softly, while trailing his digits over my tresses, ear and jaw.

"See, you can behave if you want. Just don't talk and you're the perfect little slave… Don't talk unless I say you can…"

He continued his soft touches. He cocked his head to the side watching me. My eyes were on him, waiting for his next order. The man slid his other hand in the pocket of his dress pants. He wore an expensive designer suit that was graphite in color with tiny soft stripes. It looked perfect on him. Black, grey and navy blue looked so good on him. It was the night of the formal Royal family dinner, and there were still a few more hours to spare. His right palm moved to my chin. He grabbed it and roughly pulled up, bending over my small frame.

"Things I want to do to you..."

His voice almost a whisper; my breathing quickened; I could feel sudden jolt of desire in my lower abdomen. I wanted him to do things to me, whatever they may be. I didn't trust him, but I couldn't help, but want him. His hand softened the grip on my chin, and went down, delicately brushing skin of my neck. I reached my hand up to touch his calloused palm, but before I could reach him, he stopped me.

"Don't…"

I paused midair, hearing his irritated tone and I let my hand fall down back to the tiled floor. He retreated his palm, straightened and placed two fingers at the base of his nose, while closing his eyes.

"What am I to do with you, woman?"

His question was not meant to be answered, and I knew that. I tried touching him, and I knew I shouldn't have. He turned around and reached for something behind him. As he pulled an object of his desire off the wooden shelf, soft clatter of metal filled the room. He turned back to look at me; metal collar with attached chain in his hands. I kept my eyes fixated on his expressionless face. He bent over, gathered my hair, pulling it up gently, showing my slender neck with the small silver collar around it. He clasped the metal chain to it, while still keeping my tresses from falling down. It snapped onto the collar and he let my hair fall down my back. Goose-bumps ran down my body, as coldness made contact with my warm skin.

"Follow me."

He gripped the chain tighter and started to walk to other part of the room. I followed obediently on my knees like a dog. He didn't say I could get up, so I stayed down. He walked slowly, not paying any attention to me. His left hand was stuck in his pocket, while the other held a grip on the metal chain. I crawled behind him; clanging noises filling the silent room with each step that was taken. Slowly we made our way to the bed that was placed close to the wall. It was covered in simple dark blue sheets. He pulled me closer to the bed by the chain connected to my collar. I moved just to where he wanted me. He unlocked the chain and let it fall to the floor. I sat on my heels.

"Stand up."

He ordered. I stood up slowly.

"Turn around."

I did as he said. He reached for the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly pulled it down. My simple outfit fell to the floor and I felt the cold air on my skin. I shuddered. Underneath my dress I wore a matching set of black laced lingerie. The man tilted his head to the side as he enjoyed the view of my back. His eyes roamed my exposed skin. He reached and touched my neck, slowly tracing two fingers down my back, ignoring my bra, and stopping at the hem of my thong.

"Mmm… this looks nice…"

He murmured to himself. I felt his fingers on my skin and let out a soft sigh. His touch was everything I needed, but didn't need either. I wanted it. He could awaken deepest, darkest desires in me, and I hated him for that. My breathing became more erratic as his fingers massaged my skin at the hem of my panties.

"Turn around…"

He commanded finally. I slowly turned around and rested my eyes on his face. He licked his lips, and my sight instantly shot to this perfectly shaped mouth. He smirked. I looked him in the eye again, as he watched me carefully.

"You will please me greatly this evening before dinner."

He said softly as he took a step closer to me. I didn't flinch. His smirk widened and he grabbed me by my neck, and threw me down on the bed violently. I gasped, as it wasn't what I had expected. I bounced on the soft comforter, before settling down. I lay back on my elbows, while looking at him. He stood in front of me. His head cocked to the side and his trademark smirk plastered on his handsome face, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were burning with unsaid passion and lust. My breathing quickened again and I whispered,

"Vegeta…"

"No, you will not address me in that manner."

He growled. I gulped; I didn't want to upset him.

"You are not worthy to call me by my name!"

His expression changed and his eyes darkened. For some reason, there was a tone in the way he spoke, as if he were just teasing, like it were a joke or a game; a tease. He lowered his head and looked at me inimically.

"I guess I will have to punish you for this… disrespect."

He snarled and reached to the table that was next to the bed and pulled a thick rope; it was placed beside other 'toys'. He crouched on the bed, took my hands and expertly tied them together. Not hard enough to make the blood flow disrupted, but hard enough for me not to break free. Then he proceeded to the head of the bed, dragging me by my arms and tying another knot around the metal bars of the headboard. I didn't struggle; I knew my 'Master' wouldn't like that.

"Now… much better…"

He examined his masterwork as he made his way to the bottom of the bed again. I was breathing heavily; I was scared and excited at the same time. What will he do to me? Will it be painful? Will it be pleasurable? My thoughts ran a million miles per hour. I felt the rope tightly surrounding my wrists, and it made me feel hot. Vegeta walked around the bed and came to me from the other side. He slowly made his way on the comforter, crouching close to my bent legs. He sat down and touched the soft skin of my calf. His weight supported on his other hand, as he casually trailed his finger tips up to my thigh.

"Mmm…"

He purred, as he spread his strong fingers and groped my thigh, squeezing it. I gasped at the feeling of his digits around my soft flesh. It wasn't very painful, but it was hard enough to make me squirm underneath him.

"Shhh… don't move."

Instantly, I froze. His hand reached to my inner thigh as he kept on massaging my skin. I breathed heavily, my eyes tracking his every movement. His single finger touched my lacy thong in the middle of my pelvis. His eyes were locked with mine; he trailed his touch over the soft fabric, skillfully ignoring my most sensitive spot. My eyes moved frantically from his black orbs to his expert finger. I wanted him to touch me, not tease me; I wanted to buckle up my hips and press my hot center on his palm, but I knew better. I trembled, but I laid still. He moved closer, shifting his body to kneel between my legs. He sat on his heels, his dress pants straining around his thighs and hips. His dress jacket still buttoned up. He looked like he was going to a serious business meeting not attempting to fuck a woman. It turned me on so much. His white dress shirt was visible from underneath his fitting jacket, white cuffs sticking out just the right length, his dark tie knotted perfectly around his neck. He looked like a God. I always had a thing for suits. I let out a whimper.

"Shhh, silence…"

He spoke softly, as he lowered himself between my legs. He straightened his hand and placed two of his fingers in the dip at the base of my neck. Slowly, he began tracing it down, his fingers spread, his nails digging in flesh strong enough to leave temporary red marks, but not strong enough to draw a blood. He continued his way down, passing the valley of my breasts. I moaned loudly and threw my head to the side, I arched my back. His hands reached my stomach and stopped just at the hem of my panties.

"Oh, woman… did I not instruct you to be silent?"

He shook his head.

"Now, I will have to gag you."

I watched him, as he reached to his neck and pulled on his tie. With few swift movements, it was gone from around his collar. He moved closer to me. Careful not to touch me with his own body, as he knew it would bring me too much pleasure, he tied his expensive tie around my mouth, gagging me in the process.

"This should do it."

He said as he retreated to his previous position in between my legs. I could smell his distinctive odor, it was all over his tie, and I was intoxicated. I fought a moan, but couldn't. My voice came out muffled. Vegeta shook his head.

"Oh, woman…"

He chuckled softly, but then he pulled at my underwear painfully hard, thin strings of my thong cut in my soft flesh, making me whimper through the silky tie. My back arched again. He let it go, as he shifted himself to get off the bed.

"You move too much…"

He stated annoyed while looking at me with his black eyes. He came around the bottom of the bed and unbuttoned his jacket; he slowly took it off, not paying any attention to me on his bed. He placed the garment on the back rest of the nearby chair. He turned his head to look at the dark haired woman known as me, as he undid some of the upper buttons of his shirt. He moved his body to face me. My eyes roamed his form. I could see his toned chest, visible just where the buttons of the shirt were open. He placed both of his hands in his pockets, and cocked his head to the side, thinking. He was going to take his time with this woman in front of him. I was being disobedient; I tried my very best to behave, but fuck, was he a picky man! He had to teach me a lesson… but what?

Vegeta knew I craved his body, at least right at this very moment, but he would not let me have it my way. He was the dominant here after all; I was just a puny submissive human female. I felt weak and powerless towards him. He was holding the key to my release, but he would not oblige me. I wanted him badly; I could feel my core heat up even more at the mere thought of his dominance over me. When he wasn't being viciously rough and mean to me, he was a damn good sex machine! He took something from the table; I didn't catch what it was, as he made his way towards me. He stopped just in front of me, towering over my fragile form, looking at me from above.

"This is where it starts, woman."

My heart fluttered. Finally! He reached out and undid the tie that was knotted to the metal bar of the bed. He pulled me closer and undid the knot around my wrists. My hands fell to my sides, as I knelt in front of him. His hands touched my shoulders and went down my arms, stopping at my marked wrists. He pulled them roughly to my back and clasped them with another metal item. I gasped through damp fabric of the tie in my mouth; I could feel a pair of handcuffs around my bruised wrists.

"Get off the bed and on your knees."

He ordered and I listened. As he watched me positioning myself by the bed, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already hard member. My eyes shot from his cock to his dark orbs. His face was emotionless, staring down into my soul. He beckoned me with a free hand. I slowly crawled on my knees to him, just close enough for him to touch me. He moved his hard member over my face, touching my cheek, his tie and my chin with his wet tip. He tilted his head to one side, his face still emotionless as he spoke,

"I guess we should remove this."

He touched the fabric in my mouth with the tip of his cock.

"I want you to keep silent."

He spoke, as he removed his tie. I gasped for air and looked into his eyes. My lips already swollen from the strain his tie had on them. I licked them quickly, moistening them from the dry air. He placed his free hand on the back of my head, as his other, was still gripping his member.

"Open your mouth."

He instructed very stern and strictly. I did as he said. Opening my mouth, he rammed into my wet entrance up to his hilt, choking me. He removed himself out, slowly. He huskily groaned a whisper,

"Ahh, fuck… so wet… so small…"

Both of his hands moved to the back of my head, gripping at my hair, as he slowly entered my welcoming warmth again. He pushed my head down onto his dick slowly. He was still wearing his dress pants and white shirt. My hands were still tied at my back. He was dictating our pace. He kept moving my head, his dick disappearing in my wet mouth. He made no move; it was only my head, sucking his hard member, his hands doing all the movement, by pulling at my hair; in and out. I was choking on his huge dick; I could barely breathe, but I made no noise, I knew better than to piss him off more. His head shot to the back, as my tongue licked the large vein underneath his throbbing dick. He could feel my small ministrations, but made no movement to punish me, he was enjoying it all far too much. He looked down at me, just in time to see his dick disappearing in my mouth and the tip hit the back of my throat.

"Ahh… you little slut…"

He groaned and instantly my pussy became even more wet. He fucked my mouth for a bit longer, before pulling completely out. A thin trail of salvia mixed with his pre-cum still connecting my plum lips with the tip of Vegeta's member. He whispered,

"You liked that…"

I just smiled. My face flushed in embarrassment and excitement. I was actually enjoying this! Fuck… I was a little slut! He pressed his tip to my lips again and plundered my mouth with sheer force once again. I choked as I felt the sheer power behind his thrusts. I could feel my juices overflowing my wet core and dripping between my inner thighs.

Finally he released my swollen lips and encircled his finger in the metal loop of my collar. He pulled me up roughly. I wiggled up straight; my lips parted and panting. He suddenly lowered his mouth to mine in a rough and passionate kiss. Our lips moved in frenzy battle; our tongues licking and moving at each other. He strongly jerked at my hair, beckoning me into submission. I gasped into the kiss. I so desperately wanted my hands free. He broke the kiss. He placed his hand on my neck while looking at me; the tip of his cock wetted my lower stomach. I huskily whispered,

"I want to touch you, sir…"

Feeling the metal handcuffs binding me tightly; he only smiled and replied,

"I know."