Page 24 of The Boss' Pet

“Of course you can. You’re capable of being a bad girl, which means you are capable of being a good girl for me too. Do you as you’re told.”

I find myself moving to obey him. It is a relatively small movement in the grand scheme of things, after all. I lower my arms, and I fold them in front of myself, resting my cheek on the back of my right wrist. My hips remain high, seeming higher and more vulnerable than before.

“Very good,” he says. Those two words contain an intense approval that washes through me like a warm wave. Up until this moment, I didn’t know what it felt like to be so intensely praised. He barely said anything, but his tone contains multitudes. I have become sensitive to him so quickly in this room in which only he and I seem to exist.

I feel his fingers on my ass, possessive digits tracing the cane strokes he laid down with such brutal accuracy. Those fingers slide into my cleft. I feel warm droplets of oil being dripped down my crevice and subsequently smeared into the tight little bud that has protected a part of my body I have never allowed any man to touch before.

“Very good,” he says, repeating those two lovely words as he pleasures my sensitive butt. “I could have made this unpleasant for you, the same way the cane was unpleasant. But obedience will earn you pleasure.”

The most pleasurable part of this is that all of the hot feelings that could be awful shame and embarrassment are becoming something else. They’re swirling around inside of me, they’re nestling into the dark crevices in my mind that I’ve never explored before. They’re making me feel excitement rather than cold fear. They’re activating every part of me, and they are making it possible for me to obey him when he gives his next order—which is to relax as he slides that twisted tail right inside my ass.

I feel the tight ring of muscle stretching around the warmed metal plug. This is a tool designed for a purpose, and it does its job well. It is not as large as I was afraid of it being—or at least it does not hurt the way I thought it would. The fur of the tail hangs down over my pussy and down between my thighs. I can feel the strands of it against my sex, sticking lightly because I am absolutely soaking wet.

“That is adorable,” Marcus declares, wrapping his hand around the top of the tail and giving it a gentle little tug, making the plug bob lightly in my ass.

Adorable? I don’t know if I feel adorable. I feel stripped. I feel bare. I feel as though all dignity has been taken from me and replaced by desire. My body is an ocean of need.

I want him inside me. The plug in my ass is not nearly enough. I want his cock. I want his cock like I have never, ever wanted a cock before. It’s a level of need that makes me a little afraid.

My hips are swerving and swirling as he toys with me, teasing me in that careful, calculated way he does. I am already becoming accustomed to his behavior, to the way he handles me intimately. There is an assuredness to his touch, an easy command.

“You like this, don’t you, pet?”

“Mmmmm…”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I admit, the word escaping me in a hapless whimper.

“You do, and you’re going to like the other things I have in mind for you too,” he says. “I want you to submit this evening, Charlie.”

His use of my first name almost seems jarring now that he has taken to calling me ‘pet’. I want the intimacy of that moniker. I like how it implies that I belong to him somehow.

Marcus has gotten under my skin quickly by welting it with his cane.

The next thing I know, a rope begins to wind around my wrists. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. I want to show him that I am trying, but there is something about being bound that just makes me want to crawl out of my skin. I start to breathe faster and more shallowly, trying to keep it together. Ultimately, I cannot hide my distress from him.

“Easy, pet,” he murmurs, slowing his rope work.

He crouches down, takes my chin in his fingers, and inspects my face, looking deep into my eyes with an expression that makes me feel as though he can see everything that lives inside me.

“Not tonight,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me. “You’ve suffered enough, and you’ve obeyed enough. You tried hard, pet. I see that.”

I start crying. Tears well in my eyes and run down my cheeks as he gives me something I don’t think I have ever truly had: appreciation of my effort. It doesn’t matter that I couldn’t give him everything he wanted. It doesn’t matter that I’m not being perfect. My trying is enough.

I feel the rope fall away from my wrists, and then I feel him scoop me up into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist, my tail still hanging from its place in my ass as he cups me and holds me close, giving me reassurance, comfort, and praise.

And then I feel his cock sliding inside me. There are still tears in my eyes as he takes me with long, possessive strokes. He can be tender sometimes, especially after he has been harsh. Now is one of those moments that I feel not only completely taken and completely cared for, but also completely understood.

Marcus’ cock feels as though it belongs in me. My pussy wraps around him and grips him with all the passion my flesh can muster. I want this moment to last forever, this twisted connection, with the tail in my ass brushing against his balls as he holds me curled up in his lap and fucks me in the most sensual of ways.

It’s too soon to fall in love with him, but I don’t know if I can help it.

CHAPTER 6

Charlie

“Why aren’t you taking me home? Where are we going?”

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