Page 58 of His Captive Pet

“You were a good girl for me?” he asked. His voice dropped deeper—it always did when his mind was set on delivering a harsh whipping, a hard scene that she would come out of feeling sore and empowered. “Answer. If you don’t answer when I ask a simple question, I’ll think you don’t want to use words. And if you don’t want to use words, do you know how you’ll answer me, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, but he could see she knew. She had the answer in that wickedly smart brain of hers, but she didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to admit it.

Well, too bad. Because he wasn’t feeling particularly generous at the moment. He wouldn’t deny his sadist side any longer. He was going to be the greedy sadist he was.

He yanked the dress from her mouth. “If I take away your words, how will you answer me?” He inched his face closer to hers, not touching her, and giving her enough room to breathe freely, but invading enough space for her to feel his power.

“Y-you’ll make me bark?” Her voice trembled without fear. Excitement. Arousal. Shameful arousal, but she would learn not to feel the shame. She would learn her desires, even when they ran darker than she ever thought, were pure and beautiful. Just like her.

“Do you want me to make you? Do you want to feel the tinge of humiliation?”

She swallowed and tried to look away, but he grabbed her chin, wrapping his fingers around her jaw and forcing her to meet his gaze. Shiny tears sat on the edge of her eyelids, but the arousal hadn’t drained from her; her skin still felt warm and, fuck, he could smell her pussy. She was even more perfect than he thought.

His sadist soul grinned down at her.

“You do.”

Her nostrils flared with her heavy breath, but she didn’t deny it. No flinch or blink. Nothing.

“Bark for me, Aubree.” He peeled his fingers away from her face. This wouldn’t be forced; this would come from her and her alone. And he’d bathe in it.

She rolled her lips inward and pressed them together so hard they blanched. But still no denial, no refusal, just hesitance.

“Go on, sweetheart. Bark for me. We’ll stay right here until you do as you’re told.”

His thighs burned from holding the squat, but to hear the sound emanate from her lips would erase any discomfort he forged while waiting.

“No one is here but us. I’ve given you a direction, now obey.” He gripped the handle of the whip, a noncommittal threat.

Her lips parted and her pink tongue ran across them.

“I-I can’t.” She bowed her head, and a tear rolled down her cheek and fell to the grass below.

“You can, Aubree. You don’t have to be steel-spined Aubree now. You’re not Dr. Doolittle now, you’re my girl, my pet. Now bark for me.”

She raised her chin, her eyes more determined, set to give in to her soul’s desire. He could see how much she wanted to give over, to submit and be his in her eyes.

And she did.

A small sound. Not loud enough for anyone behind him to hear, but she let out a soft yap. A cute, adorable, sexy-as-fuck bark that burst through his chest and knocked the wind out of him.

It had been his intention to pat her on the head when she gave in, but seeing the strength it took her, the power of her body when she let a second bark loose, this time louder and with more pride, he dove his hand into her hair, fisted the strands, and yanked her head back. His lips covered hers, pressing hard, unyielding when she moaned. He didn’t budge an inch when her hands pressed against his chest.

When he finally released her, to let her take a breath, he found his own breath just as ragged.

“Fucking perfect, sweetheart. Fucking perfect.” He stood, yanking the leash from the nail. “Come.” He tugged her, and his cock swelled to the point of pain when she began to follow him on hands and knees.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

Chapter Twenty-Two

She’d barked. Holy hell, she had opened her mouth and the little sound had jumped out. Then she’d done it again, louder, with more force. But that wasn’t what concerned her. No, her worry wrapped around how immensely the act had affected her. And not in the way she’d thought.

The shame she’d originally harbored over giving into this game had disappeared when she let loose the damn sound and saw the pleasure explode across Blake’s expression. For a moment, she thought he might pump a fist in the air, he looked so damn proud. But not arrogant. No, that wasn’t one of his traits. The pride wasn’t at his ability to make her bend to his will, but rather for her ability to trust him enough to give over to the urge.

No humiliating tears welled, no burst of degradation tore at her. Instead, she swelled at his pleasure. So, when he motioned for her to follow him, it didn’t take more than a second to fall to her hands and knees and crawl.

He led her through the dungeon. It was much larger than it looked from the doorway. Deeper and wider. Windows lined the walls, letting in the fading afternoon sun, and large fans worked to keep the space cool. Equipment she’d seen in online stores, and at the club back in Chicago, was stationed throughout the large room. Red and black squares of carpeting under each piece of equipment protected the flooring and marked off the play station in order to keep others from invading on a couple in play.

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