28 - Pet

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

― Sarah Williams

. . .

XERXES CREED

I looked at her. "Are you ready, little love?"

She turned around, looking beautiful in the blue dress she was wearing. A blush covered her face instantly as she looked at me. She nodded, biting her lower lip. She had been blushing all the damn time since we made her cum.

She was getting shyer than usual, I didn't mind because she was not turning away from us.

I extended my hand towards us. She put her small hand in mine. I lifted it to press a kiss to her knuckles. A smile curved on her lips.

I intertwined our fingers and we walked out of her room. We were going to have dinner with a few people from the mafia over. Some people knew about her in the mafia, she had been under our protection for so long so some of them had to know. They had been instructed to not talk to her at all. They knew we were getting bored torturing the men who had failed to keep Olivia safe so I knew people were not going to be idiots tonight.

Before we could go down the stairs, I pushed her against a wall and grabbed her wrists, pinning them on the wall.

She looked st me, wide eyes.

I had to tried t keep my self control but that was before she got wet getting her ass spanked. Now it was clear she needed to be dominated and I could do that.

I pushed her hair away from her neck. The marks were hidden. "Tell me, little love, did you have the permission to cover the marks?" I asked.

She gulped. "N-No."

No, daddy.

We were going to make her call us that soon.

"I'll wait here," I said. "Go to your room, remove the makeup from your neck and your panties."

"W-Why the panties?" She mumbled, looking embarrassed.

"Naughty little girls don't get to wear panties." I stepped back and nodded in the direction of her room. "Go."

She walked away, blushing so wildly. Her blush was permanent now. I heard footsteps. Giovanni was walking up the stairs.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded. I didn't want Olivia scared and I was sure she was scared of Giovanni the most because he always had that damn knife in his hands.

He smirked at me. "I was in the mood of Zavier's cooking-"

I heard footsteps. Olivia was walking towards me, the marks on her neck now visible. I wrapped an arm around her and she looked at Giovanni wide- eyed.

He waved at her, the same way he had waved at her the last time they met - like she was a child. She was not a fucking child. She was innocent but she was not immature. "Hello, Olivia. How are you?"

She bit her lip. "I-I'm good, you?" Her voice was high-pitched. She was so scared of Giovani because she thought he was a mafia leader.

If she found out about us...

I did not want her to be scared of us again like she had been the first time we talked.

"I'm good, too." Giovanni smiled. "I'll meet you at dinner." Who the fuck asked him to join? "I'll be in the basement till then." His knife was ready to be used in his hands. He walked away.

"What's in the basement?" She asked. "Game room." That was not entirely a lie. "Oh."

I looked down at her. "Are you wearing your panties?" I asked, moving her hair away from her neck to look at the marks.

She shyly nodded her head.

I put my hand on her thighs and slowly sneaked it under her dress, feeling her shiver against me as she hid her face in my chest. I cupped her bare ass and then gave her a light spank. She squeaked. I chuckled, letting go of her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Let's go eat, yes?"

She nodded.

"There's a rule," I said. I'd don't want her to talk to the men on the table tonight.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't talk," I said. "Don't talk there unless spoken to." "Why?" She frowned.

"Just don't," I said. "I will tell you why later." I'd make up some shit excuse. I could not trust the people at the table to not fuck up and expose us. Especially because Valentinos and Michael were there. "Promise me."

She hesitantly nodded. "Okay."

OLIVIA WOODS

There were a few people at the table. Mr. Brown was there. The Valentino's were there and a few unfamiliar men. There were no women here. The men were talking amongst themselves, ignoring me completely. The Creeds were not talking to me either, more interested in talking to everyone else but me.

I felt like a child sitting at the adult's table. I knew everyone could see the marks on my neck, too. I felt like a possession, sitting there on display for everyone to look at. I felt a little humiliated. Sure, I was not good with conversations but sitting here like this felt humiliating.

But I had promised Xerxes so I didn't speak except to thank the maids quietly and even then Xerxes' hand on my thighs tightened and his eyes gave me a warning glance. I was sitting between him and Zavier. Ashton was across us and others were scattered around. I focused on my food, feeling like a pet.

Don't talk unless spoken to.

They all ignored me like dirt.

I got up before dessert. "Washroom," I mattered to Zavier and turned around, walking out of the kitchen.

I climbed up the stairs and entered my room.

I sat down on the bed, threading my fingers together on my lap. This reminded me of the countless parties my mother used to talk me to. To show off her daughter who won this award, that spelling bee. I was always shown off by her...

Never appreciated.

I could not believe my mommy issues were messing with me like this. Maybe they don't like showing that they cared in public. I should respect their choices.

But I hated it. I hated how Zavier and Xerxes kept their hands on my thighs, touching me and not even talking to me. Ashton had not talked either. I felt them glance at me but they never said anything.

If this was what being a submissive was about then I knew I could not do it. I could be dominated in the bedroom but not in front of others.

. . .