Page 13 of Wanted
“Do you,” Marcus asked her pointedly, “need a dom to help you get through this? We can set this up as a mentorship, or I could top you. Or I could make a phone call to a friend or two, masters with many years of experience if you’re not comfortable with me doing it.”
Comfortable? She stared at him, not understanding why that was a concern and afraid to trust what she thought this offer might mean. “I-I-I don’t…”
“Kneel,” he told her.
She knelt, the spray of the shower hitting her in the head. She stared straight at him, ignoring it.
“Stand.”
She stood.
“Did your master ever ask you to present?”
Regularly in the beginning, but towards the end he hadn’t as much. “Yes, Marcus.”
“If I asked you to present, what would you do?”
Her body responded faster than she could formulate the words. She braced her feet a shoulder’s width apart. Back straight, she pushed her breasts out and parted the shielding folds of her sex with her fingertips to bare herself in the most vulnerable way a woman could. She was furry down there. Shamefully, embarrassingly furry. She should have shaved when Puppy told her to, but she’d been so angry and so depressed. And so stubbornly dead set against obeying anything Puppy or her man told her to do because neither of them were her master.
She held her furry self open for his inspection, the slow burn of shame rising up through her belly to scald her face. He didn’t even look down. That burned worse, because of course he wouldn’t be interested in the disobedient, unkempt submissive who, on her first day in his home, had made two messes and then tried to kill herself.
She kept her shoulders back, but inside she was wilting.
Marcus took a step closer to the tub, his gaze locked on her eyes. “What can I do to you, Anna?”
She blinked, not at all understanding and when she opened her mouth to say ‘anything’ he raised a hand, cutting her off.
“Let me rephrase, what can I not do to you?”
That was even more baffling.
“What are your hard limits?”
She was a Menagerie girl. She wasn’t allowed to have any.
“Can I spank you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Cane you? Six of my hardest strokes, no warmup. Right here, right now.”
Prickling dread crawled its way up the backs of her legs and across her buttocks, but she knew better than to clench. “Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck six,” he said gruffly, and moved a step closer. “Twenty. You’ll wear the bruises for a week and I guarantee I’ll break the skin. You’ll bleed for me. Can I do that?”
Her throat convulsed, but she didn’t hesitate. “Yes, Sir.”
“Lie down in the bottom of the tub so I can piss on you.”
Pony lay down on her back, her only flinch being against the stray drops of water now hitting her face.
“Open your mouth. I’m going to shit in it.”
Her stomach churned, tears stinging her eyes, but she opened her mouth.
He didn’t move, but his voice grew harsher. “On your belly. I’m going to sodomize you with the biggest cock I can find.”
She turned onto her belly, burying her face in her arms. Her nipples were peaked, and her thighs shaking. There wasn’t anything pleasurable in what he was saying, but it had been so long since she’d been commanded. She didn’t want to be anyone’s toilet, but at least he was willing to use her. She didn’t know if she could take being caned until her flesh split under the lashes, but she’d hold herself as still for it as she could manage and thank him for every stroke. It would be worth it if only he’d tell her ‘good girl, well done’ when it was over.
