Page 23 of The Boss' Pet

I crouch down next to the punishment bench where she is still perched, and I loop a finger through the D-ring on her collar, drawing her face toward mine.

“I am not toying with, playing with, or seeing any other women,” I tell her, watching as an expression of relief flashes through her eyes. “And… I will not tell you to get down on your hands and knees again, understand?”

She gives me a little nod. I release her collar and stand up, moving back to give her a chance to do as she is told.

Charlie

I shouldn’t be this excited to hear he’s single. More than single. He just said he wasn’t even toying with anybody else. That means I’m the only toy in his box, as it were. I’m going to get all of his attention.

I slide down off the bench, knowing that he’s not going to give me another chance. The motion makes me ache as the skin where I was caned is pulled tight.

Marcus stands over me, looking down with his charismatic, hooded gaze.

“You look good on hands and knees, with your punished ass on display,” he says. “You look like you have gotten what you deserve, naughty little pet. You know what else?”

“What?”

“You’re wet.”

“No, I’m not.” I deny it immediately.

“Yes. You are. As much as you hate the cane, the pain, the punishment, your body has responded to it with arousal. It’s a common response for submissive women.”

“I’m not a submissive woman!”

He laughs at me and tugs at the collar around my neck, his big warm hand still rubbing gently over my ass. He is careful not to make the cane lines hurt worse, he touches them carefully, but mostly rubs the flesh between them. And he lets his fingers drift down the center, following the tight crack of my ass until it parts and gives way to a part of my anatomy that is shamefully wet.

The sound I make when he touches me is guttural and animal and undeniably one of complete enjoyment. His fingers rubbing over my pussy feels like a circuit being closed.

“Fuck me…” I moan. “What…”

“You’re probably not used to being this sensitive,” he says. “The punishment… the pain that you are so reluctant to enjoy, it creates sensitivity in every part of the body, including this sweet mound.”

I am on my hands and knees, panting my pleasure as my new master, a man who has turned my world upside down, strokes my lips with a tantalizingly light touch.

“You need one more thing before you can come,” he says.

I have no idea what that could be, but I hope it doesn’t hurt.

“Is it gonna…”

“No,” he says, practically reading my mind. “This won’t cause you any pain. Not if you relax. If they have the room prepared for me the way I asked them to…”

He opens one of the drawers and takes out a couple of items. One is lubricant, which I don’t think I need. I am absolutely fucking soaked.

Then I see what he has in his other hand, and the lubricant makes so much more sense. It is a butt plug. I shouldn’t be surprised by that—and I’m not. What I am surprised by is the tail attached to the other end of it. It is a thick, bushy, pale tail made from… I have no idea. It looks realistic, but I have to hope it hasn’t come off an actual animal.

“What kind of… is that real?”

“It’s real in the sense that it exists,” Marcus says. “But it’s not been cut off a fox, if that’s what you’re wondering. The only arctic vixen to suffer will be you.”

He’s so damn smooth.

“I want you to fold your arms in front of you on the floor, and I want you to turn your head and rest your cheek on them. Keep your hips high. Present your holes.”

That order makes me blush furiously. He can say the most filthy things in a way that makes them seem almost suave.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

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