Page 77 of Rat Race

But how was my dog meant to learn to behave if I didn't maintain a firm hand when it came to discipline?

Fuck me, did I hate getting bit.

My first strike made her scream, her eyes squeezing shut in a mix of bliss and agony, the muscles of her tight hole contracting in anticipation.

“Twenty,” came Aubrey's trembling whisper on the tail end of a sob, the other numbers tumbling from her lips as I continued my assault. “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…”

I paused, cradling her shaking body in one arm as she sobbed, fat tears pooling on the concrete below her head.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, Cam?—”

“Cam?” I sneered, disgust welling up inside me. “Is that how a dog sees their owner? As a friend whose first name they can use? So fuckin' pedestrian that they can call them any old thing?”

“N-no, I mean…” she said quickly, licking her dry lips. “Master.” It was barely a whisper. I wouldn't have heard it if she'd so much as shifted her weight. “Sir?” Aubrey's eyes met mine, the question in them. I nodded. “Sir, please.”

I stroked my fingers through her soaked center, a single one dipping inside to begin the slow stretch of her cunt. Aubrey reacted immediately, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

“You were a good girl. Counted well…” I reasoned, inserting a second finger to scissor them inside her, twisting my hand to arcmy fingers into the place that made her legs quiver. “Suppose I could make you come.”

“Please!” she gasped, pressing her throbbing opening backwards into my hand. “More, Cam?—”

I chuckled, my free hand cracking down on her sore ass, making her jolt. “Naw, Peaches, you don't tell me what to do.” I added a third finger, smirking at the stretch as I fucked them into her quickly, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight little circles. “If I want to give you more, I will. If I want you to lie there trembling in a pool of your own tears, I'll do that instead.”

She started to speak, but I continued over her, my voice rising slightly.

“Only thing I want to hear past those pretty pink lips of yours is you singing my praises, Aubrey,” I said, fingers twisting.

I should’ve been embarrassed, being out in the open like this, but it diddn’t matter anymore, I didn't have any reason to hold back. There was no test. No bigger task sent from God to prove my faith. If anything, God sent her to me to enjoy. This woman wasmine. And I'd use her, ride her, and put her back as wet as I saw fit.

She gasped, a soft shudder moving through her little frame as I arched closer and closer to her sweet spot. Her hands flexed in their restraints as her back bowed feebly.

“Cam—yes! Please!”

Putty in my hands, that was how she felt as I continued to plunge my fingers in and out of her, Aubrey's sweet, heady arousal dripping from her abused entrance and down my wrist in thin lines. She didn't just like to be dominated. Naw, Aubrey liked to behumiliated.

I realized it from the first moment I had her against the maze wall. I watched her as she looked through the comments, her breathing getting harder and harder.

She wanted them to see.Wanted them to participate.

And who am I to deny her the pleasure?I was taught to make a show of it, and I would take that to heart. I would take every moment I could to show the world what a good littlewhoremy little angel was.

“You like knowing people could be watching, don't you?” I hissed at her, renewing my efforts. “Like knowin' all those faceless creeps are watching me touch your sweet little pussy.”

She bit down hard on her lip, a pathetic attempt at keeping her loud, desperate whines quiet as they tumbled from her lips. A new sound for each sensation as I fucked her useless cunt with my fingers. Using the ropes, I sat her up on her knees, forcing her heavily down on my hand.

“You know what good little cowgirls do for their masters, Peaches?” I asked against her neck, kissing the warm, gold skin before dragging my teeth upward to nip at her ear.

“N-no,” she whispered, panting and wriggling, her hips moving slightly to chase my hand.

“Theyride.”

It was as much an order as an answer, leaving no room for argument.

Aubrey's hips jerked into motion. She was either too worked up or too tired to argue with my command as she bounced up and down on my hand, pleasuring herself with a string of hissed curses and praises.

I'd like to force her to lick my cunt, to have her make a mess of that beautiful face of hers while tasting exactly what all those little noises and obedience did for me, but there wasn't time.

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