Armin had watched the siblings’ rivalry with utmost pleasure.
It felt like watching a show in the theater while snacking on fruits.
Oh well, he had decided if he was going to hell, he might as well do it thoroughly.
When the brother finally walked out of the door feeling defeated, Armin sharply turned his head to the girl.
“Can I get something to drink?” He was testing his limits with her, but at this point, what could be worse than Delilah!
“I asked you a question, kitten,” she purred, though the sweetness in her voice had thinned out.
“Around here, people answer me.”
Armin swallowed the crisp bite of apple, his eyes fixed on the plush pink rug.
He didn’t care about her rules.
He just wanted to fill the void in his stomach before the next wave of madness hit him.
“A drink!” he reminded her, flashing her a rather sarcastic, toothy smile.
“Your name, kitten!” She returned the smile.
He gave up on playing mind games with her; she seemed like someone who had never lost an argument.
Well, she didn’t lose one to her brother two minutes ago, and it didn’t seem like she was going to lose to her new toy now.
“Armin,” he replied.
“Can I get a drink?
I’m thirsty.”
“Say please,” she teased.
He was losing his patience with this antagonizing brat.
“Please!”
She got down from the bed, walked over to where he sat on the rug, and gave him another kiss.
“Armin is such an ugly name,” she mumbled against his face, acting upset.
“Can I keep calling you kitten?”
“NO,” Armin rejected quickly.
She let out a happy laugh, grabbed his cheeks in both hands, and squeezed them softly.
“You are so cute.
Kitten it is then!” she finalized and made her way to the door.
Armin sighed exhaustedly.
Why ask for a name if you were going to reject it the moment you heard it?
This family was a handful.
The daughter seemed nice, but she was exhausting.
The door opened and she returned with a large tray of different drinks.
“I forgot to ask which one you prefer, so I brought them all.”
Armin looked at her, dazed.
There was everything on the tray, ranging from wine, champagne, dark whisky, and cocktails to orange juice, grape juice, and even milk—except the one thing he actually needed: water.
He looked at her small, smiling face.
“You don’t have water in a house this big?”
“Oh,” she sounded like a certain realization had just hit her.
Without saying another word, she gave him another quick kiss on the lips and dashed out, leaving the tray settled on the low table in front of him.
Armin rubbed his lips; he was getting tired of the kisses already.
She dashed back the same way she had left, an aura of happiness surrounding her.
“My friends and I are meeting up.
They got new toys too, but I bet mine’s the cutest.
Cos you know who I am?”
“Who?” He shot his head forward, his eyes wide, fully invested in her rants.
“I’m Alicia with the keys!”
Armin nodded nonchalantly, withdrawing his head and blaming his curiosity for getting the better of him.
“Now it’s time to dress up, we’re going out!” She threw her hands in the air and did a little dance. This story is hosted at novelping.com.
She was obviously excited to show off her new possession.
Armin realized she had returned with a silly tale and no water.
He had given up on her room service.
He grabbed a glass of wine and downed it.
Still feeling thirsty, and not wanting to taste any fruit drink after devouring a tray of fruits, he grabbed the champagne and, in one go, downed it too.
She came back from inside her walk-in closet holding a pile of clothes, which she dumped on the bed before dashing back immediately.
Armin watched her lazily as the effect of the drinks started getting to him.
He struggled to keep his eyes open.
She returned again with several pairs of shoes, flung them carelessly on the bed, and dived back once more.
Her endless pacing was making him feel even dizzier.
Not sure what to do to keep himself awake and busy, he decided to take sips of the cocktail while watching the hyperactive princess.
She dashed back again with a shoulder bag, which she set carefully on the bed, unlike the other items.
Armin noted it must have cost a fortune.
Turning excitedly to him, she dropped some clothes on his thighs.
“This is yours, wear them.”
Armin lifted them up one by one and threw his hands back in surprise.
They were actually decent clothes.
Do toys and kittens wear decent clothes over here?
He took a big sip of the cocktail and turned to face her.
She was rummaging through all the clothes on the bed.
“What do I wear, kitten?” her voice sounded stressed.
“All these came from Milan two days ago.
They are all so beautiful, I don’t know which one to pick.”
Armin sighed and turned his back on her.
The world was really a crazy place, wasn’t it?
While people like him were finding it difficult to survive, someone here was finding it difficult to pick the best out of her finest clothing.
He took another sip and dropped his head onto her bed.
He could hear her soliloquizing behind him.
“I will just go with this one, and pair it with these.
No, these look absolutely stunning when paired with those.
But this one looks fabulous too.” He hissed silently at her show-off of wealth.
When she finally quoted her mantra—”Calm down Alicia, you’ve got the keys!”—he lost it.
He threw himself off the ground and, without asking for her permission, barged into her bathroom and ripped the uncomfortable clothing from his body.
He stepped into the shower and let the cold water relieve him of the internal madness that girl was about to send him into.
His head was bent as he watched the water dripping from his body.
With one of his hands on the wall while the other rested on his waist, he closed his eyes and tried to relax his mind.
Then, he felt a pair of small, delicate hands wrap around his waist from behind.
He didn’t panic; he knew exactly who it was.
He just didn’t want her company right now.
He was trying to get away from her.
The alcohol was giving him a headache already.
His body was still covered in welts and bruises from Delilah’s punishment.
His mind was still clouded with fearful thoughts of his family’s fate, of Madam Margaret’s wrath, and Delilah’s leash.
He felt the irritating thoughts of being owned, called a toy, shown off to friends, and compared to other “toys”—and now this?
Why wouldn’t anyone leave him alone in peaceful solitude for just ten minutes? This story is hosted at g.com.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a toy that just sat, ate, and listened to her stories?
Was violating private and personal spaces part of it?
And here he was, previously feeling grateful that he had ended up with someone better off.
He turned off the shower but refused to face her.
She held onto his waist and laid her head against his back.
“Have you finally selected the best outfit for your day?” His voice was laced with a sarcasm that was hard to miss.
“Yes, I’m so glad,” she answered in a sincere, sweet voice.
Armin couldn’t even get angry; she wasn’t giving him any reason to.
“Shouldn’t you be getting dressed then?”
“I was going to dress my kitten first,” she replied, her head remaining in its position.
“Right, let’s do that then.” He turned around to face her.
She was standing in front of him naked.
He was petite by nature, but she was even smaller than him.
He stared at her unabashed.
She was beautiful, standing at 5’9″.
Her silky hair glowed.
The long buds on her small, perky breasts pointed at his chest.
“Alicia,” he called her name for the first time.
She let her hands travel up and down his chest, exploring his body as if she was trying to get to know it better.
He let her.
“What do you want, Alicia?”
He didn’t want to be misguided by her actions.
He remembered the first time he was bought; it hadn’t ended well simply because of lack of communication.
He didn’t want history to repeat itself.
He placed his fingers under her jaw and lifted her face up to his.
“Tell me what you want, Alicia,” he asked again.
She looked at him, her blue eyes searching into his hazel eyes, unblinkingly.
“Purr for me, kitten,” she slurred, lust evident in her voice.
“No.” He was rebelling again.
“You are an omega and so am I.
I don’t want you.”
He shoved her to the side gently and made to leave the bathroom, but she pulled him back, her nails raking his arms.
“Remember who owns you, kitten.” She threw her arms over his shoulders and kissed him hard on the lips.
“Purr for me, my kitten.”
He stared at her nude body, the alcohol intoxication rising in his system taken control of his actions.
He picked her up from the ground, her legs wrapping around him firmly.
He placed her back against the wall and squeezed her small, firm butt gently.
They were soft in his hands.
He fondled them again.
He traced light kisses from her collarbone to her neck while her lips chased his hungrily.
But he bit her lower lip instead.
She hissed in pleasure.
His tongue licked along her jaw up to her ear as she buried her nails into the supple skin of his back.
He grazed his teeth on her earlobe, her body jerked in reaction.
She grabbed a handful of his wet hair, forcing his face into the crook of her neck.
He hesitated.
“Call my name and say please.”