Page 38 of His Captive Pet

“Not really the answer I was looking for, but definitely an accurate description of what’s coming,” he said.

She turned away from him while he lined himself up with her pussy. Her lips parted for him, as though her body knew what she needed even if her mind wouldn’t allow her to accept it. Her body tensed beneath him, waiting for the intrusion of his cock. She didn’t look back at him, but she lifted her ass to him.

He kept his approval to himself. She’d probably just deny the telling action anyway.

Using both hands to grip her waist, he plunged into her, sheathing his cock with her tight, heated cunt. He grunted at the same time she did, and they began their dance.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air. Her hips gyrated, meeting his thrusts with an urgency of her own. She probably hated it, this desire she had for him, but it didn’t change anything.

The tail dug into his stomach when he leaned over, so he twisted it until it was laying sideways, flat on her ass. She moaned with the sensation of the movement, but he didn’t encourage it. Another playtime, but not this one. The tail wasn’t meant for sexual gratification. Not yet.

He slowed his strokes, and she could only whimper her frustration. Pulling out to the very tip of his dick, he waited. Her breathing hitched, her body tensed, and only when she looked over her shoulder at him with pleading in her eyes did he plunge back into her, gaining the grunt of pleasure he sought from her.

Owning her didn’t mean denying her; she would learn that with this fucking. She would learn what good girls got when they obeyed.

She hadn’t given him the name he wanted, but she crawled to the couch on command without a fight. She’d given up her pussy to him, and let him fuck her throat without complaint. She could pretend she didn’t want him, didn’t want them anymore, but her actions spoke volumes more than any lie crossing her lips.

He pulled back again, teasing her entrance with the head of his dick. She arched her back and moved up on her toes, reaching for him with her ass.

“See, that’s a good girl.” He stroked her back and just as she tensed, he thrust forward, grunting as his balls bounced off her clit. “You can come, Aubree. That’s your treat tonight.” He spoke through clenched teeth. It took more energy to stave off his own eruption than he would willingly admit. Only Aubree could have his body reacting like some teenage half-wit.

She shook her head, as though she would deny herself, but then she adjusted her footing and lifted her hips from the edge of the couch. Her hand slipped between herself and the couch, carelessly brushing his balls in the haste to get to her clit.

“Oh. Fuck.” Her voice became clipped.

Her body tensed around him, and he could feel his own orgasm chasing hers down.

“Come for me, come, Aubree. God damn, come for me!” Just as he began to spill into her, his release taking over his body, she screamed and bucked upward, bouncing her ass against him harder.

“Oh. Fuck!” she screamed over and over again as her own explosion took over. He could feel the pulsations, could feel her come sliding down his cock, mixing with his.

He released her waist but quickly grabbed her again when she started to tip forward over onto the couch.

“I—oh.” She put her face into the couch cushion, letting out a long breath. “I didn’t think it could be like that.” Her body clenched around him as he withdrew, their mingled juices spilling from her pussy and dripping down her leg.

“Like what?” he asked, his previous irritation with her gone, leaving only the hum of orgasm lingering.

“We hate each other, yet we fuck like—well, like that.”

He paused in yanking up his pants and shook his head. She still had herself draped over the couch, which was good. He hadn’t told her to move yet.

“We don’t hate each other.” He grabbed the leash from the floor and went over to her, hooking it back to her collar and easing her from the couch back to the floor.

She looked up at him—less anger and more confusion. At least the wall had slipped long enough for her expression to give him some clue as to what ran through her pretty head.

He tugged softly on the leash, getting her to move. She groaned with the movements, and he figured between the plug having been in for so long, and the fucking she just took, she needed rest.

Samuel lifted his head from his blanket in the kitchen as they made their way through, but left them alone. He walked her to his bedroom, glancing back at her to see her watching the floor while she crawled in his wake.

Once they were in the room he crouched down next to the large bed he’d made in the corner of the room. She looked up at him—more confusion.

“Want to spill?” he asked.

Realization spread across her face. “I can’t, Blake.” It was getting harder for her to deny him; he would take it as progress. But she hadn’t given over yet.

“Okay.” He unhooked the leash and tossed it on the bed, where he’d sleep comfortable and warm. Twirling his finger in a circle, he directed her to turn around. Once she had her ass facing him, he placed one hand on her left cheek, pushing it to the side and with the other hand he removed the plug. “Time for bed.” He patted her ass and tossed the plug onto the mattress. He’d clean it and get it ready for the next morning, when she’d have a chance to either cooperate or continue on the way she was headed.

“I can’t sleep there.” She pointed to the oversized cushion.

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