He Puts His Pet On Her Knees… #WIP

This is a WIP excerpt from my upcoming dark pet play romance…

“You think I need to be a pet?”

His green gaze captured hers with dominant intensity. “I think you need to be kept.”

She found her breath coming in shallow little gasps. He was literally making it harder to breathe. Suddenly the whole world was him. She was lost in the gaze of this man who was so familiar, and yet a total stranger at the same time.

“I don’t know what that means,” she whimpered.

“I know,” he said. “Let me show you, Ellie.”


“On your knees,” he said, pointing to the floor.

“I don’t… what?” She squinted at him in confusion. “You can’t be serious, Mav.”

His hand slid around her neck, his fingers grasped a thick wad of her hair, and he pulled her from the couch, sinking with her until she was kneeling on the floor and he was crouched in front of her on one knee, his grip formidable as she attempted to squirm free.

“You’re going to need a lot of training,” he rumbled. “But this is your first position, Ellie. This is where you’re going to find yourself a great deal of the time as you start to learn what it means to be my pet.”

“Maven…” she whined his name, and he shook his head firmly.

“Sir,” he said. “You’ll call me sir.”


“Because Maven is what you call me when you’re being a haughty brat, and Mav is what you call me when you’re being flippant. You will call me sir, and I will call you pet.”

She made a grumbling sound which was cut off abruptly when he gave her hair a little tug. “Shh, pet,” he censured.

Thoroughly embarased and utterly uncomfortable being so humbled, she couldn’t help but squirm and complain.

“Let me up, Mav.”

“No, pet,” he said firmly, keeping her in place easily. He had her head and with it, control of her entire body. He wasn’t exerting practically anything in the way of force, but she was utterly stuck, there in front of him, her skirt riding up. It hadn’t been designed for crawling around on the floor. As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t been designed for it either. The longer he kept her in the position the more she whimpered and squirmed to no effect whatsoever.

“Maven, come on, this is silly, let me up…”

He didn’t dignify her rule breaking words with an reply. He quirked one thick brow at her and tightened his fingers just a little, so she felt his strength and her own weakness even more keenly.