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Cameron narrows his eyes. “Is this some silly protest? Some form of hunger strike? Because I assure you, there are other ways to feed and water someone, and you wouldn’t like them.”

No, I bet I wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was just… tired.” Too tired to do anything, even drink. It’s probably not normal, but again, it’s not my problem to worry about. Leaning into this whole pet thing is actually quite freeing. I don’t know why I fought against it for so long.

Grumbling under his breath, Cameron shoves a full bottle at me. I gulp down half of it in one go, sighing as it washes away the ache in my throat. “Thank you, Sir.” My voice sounds flat even to my own ears, and it makes Cameron bristle.

It’s confusing. I’m obeying his orders. I’m on my best sex-slave behavior here, and he’s still not satisfied. These Masters don’t know what they want, do they?

I wonder if I should be on my knees like a proper slave, but Cameron hasn’t ordered me to kneel, so I remain standing, half-leaning against the cage because my legs are shaking.

When Cameron reaches for me, I don’t flinch, even though he still looks angry. He doesn’t strike me, though, merely cups my face and runs his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around yesterday,” he says. “I was too busy, but I’ll do better.”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply because he seems to be waiting for an answer.

Before, I might have asked what kept him so busy and if he was okay, if he was sleeping at all, but the new me doesn’t have thoughts like that. If Cameron wants me to know what’s going on, he’ll tell me. If not, I don’t need to know.

I’m better off in my peaceful little corner of the world, anyway. Just me, the fridge, and the AC. I might try humming along with them once Cameron leaves again. I know they won’t answer, I’m not that crazy, but it’s like meowing at a cat. You can imagine it understanding you.

Cameron sighs. “Justin… I know you’re angry, but you deserved a punishment.”

Angry? I’m as far from being angry as it gets. I don’t think I even was angry. Hurt and disappointed, yes, but not angry. It’s not Cameron’s fault he is the way he is.

“I’m not angry, Sir. You’re entitled to punish me even for no reason.” Even when I’ve done nothing wrong. Alright, maybe the old me was a little angry about that, but that anger is gone along with everything else.

“I had a— ugh. Let’s just stop talking about it. Come here.”

I step into his arms without hesitation. The soft material of his shirt rasps against my bare skin, and when he hugs me, I melt. It feels nice to be held. Pets really have the best lives.

Chapter 33

Cameron

I don’t like the way Justin acts. I would have understood it if he had been mad at me, both for the punishment and for leaving for so long. I would have understood it if he cried and begged me not to leave him like he did before. Those would have been natural reactions, but this sudden submission makes no sense.

It must be a game, a trick to keep me off my rocker, and it’s working, because it reminds me too much of my previous pets. The zombie ones. That’s what Justin acts like now, but there’s no way a simple, well-deserved spanking could have broken him like that. It has to be a lie. I’ll need to stay alert in case he tries something stupid like attacking me. It’s a damn shame, because I was hoping to get some rest tonight. To unwind and forget the mess that has become my life for a moment.

I’ve spent the past two days trying to convince people that Small is setting me up out of spite. Some believed me, most didn’t. Some made it sound like they believed me, but I’m good enough at reading people to know they were lying.

In the span of a few short days, I’ve lost most of my clients and gained a shit ton of rage. At Small, at people, at myself for believing I was untouchable. At least Ventresca has somewhat backed off. He’s still talking shit about me every chance he gets, but he’s been forbidden from seeking revenge. My career might be ruined, but at least my life is safe. For now.

As a result of currently being persona non grata in the underworld, I also can’t find anyone reliable to take care of Small for me. The fucker needs to go if I’m to have any chance at continuing my life, but I can’t do it myself. I need a professional to handle it, because I’m not about to spend the rest of my life in jail for killing a cop.

Even if the world would be a better place without Small, his buddies would still go after me. Even if he committed a crime by forging the paperwork to get me in trouble. I wonder if I could use that against him. My first instinct was to go down the illegal route, but what if there’s a legal way to deal with all this? Small faked the documents claiming I was his informant, and then slipped my identity in front of a suspect, directly putting my life in danger. In my world, such a move would be considered fair game, but in his…

I chuckle into Justin’s hair. Wouldn’t it be just ironic if I took Small down the legal way?

I’ll have to look into that. Find a good lawyer, someone clean, or as clean as lawyers go. I can just imagine the vein on Small’s forehead throbbing when he has to face me in court, and it’s wonderful.

Justin doesn’t ask what has me laughing or why the tension suddenly drains from my shoulders. He stands in my arms, letting me hug him like he always did, but it’s different. I can’t quite put my finger on what’s different, but something is, and it sucks. I just want the old Justin back. I didn’t even punish him that hard. He has nothing to pout about. In fact, he should be grateful I went so easy on him, but as I came to realize, pets are the most ungrateful creatures in the world. I still love them, though.

“Come on, pet.” I lead Justin to the couch and sprawl on it. “Let’s have some fun.”

His reply is the same as before, delivered in the same flat tone. “Yes, Sir.” It’s not an angry or accusing tone, or a hurt one. It’s empty, and it fucking scares me. It also makes me angry, because he’s doing it on purpose. Passive resistance, or some other psychological bullshit like that. I could still spank him, just for the fun of it, and I bet it would snap him out of his passivity quite quickly, but I’m not in the mood for that. If he wants to pout, he can pout, but he’ll be doing it with my cock in his mouth.

I push Justin to kneel between my legs, admiring how gracefully he moves now that he’s gotten used to the position. He was so clumsy at first, looking like a newborn antelope getting to his knees or standing up, but now his movement is smooth, elegant, and so fucking sexy it makes my cock throb.

“Come on, pet.” I gesture at the growing bulge in my crotch. “Make your Master happy.”

He repeats, “Yes, Sir,” and deftly pulls my cock out. He wastes no time taking it in his mouth and sucking, his tongue swirling around the crown just the way I like. A half-moan, half-groan escapes me as he starts bobbing his head, taking me so deep that he gags a few times before finding the right rhythm. The wet heat of his mouth feels amazing, and when he presses his tongue against my slit, I cry out, already too close to the edge.