Page 35 of His Captive Pet

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

“That will only make it hurt, sweetheart.” He pried open her ass cheeks and tapped the edge of the plug against her pucker. “Relax.”

“No.” She shook her head against the tabletop.

“It’ll hurt less if you relax.” He sighed with the words.

The rounded tip of the plug pushed against her again, circling and circling until the ring of muscle eased enough for him to push past it. Once the tip breached, clenching became harder, made it more uncomfortable.

He wasn’t shoving it in or being overly rough. He eased the plug in and pulled back, fucking her little hole slowly with the damn thing.

She squeezed her eyes closed, not wanting to be there, wishing like hell she could get her mind to travel somewhere else. She’d been able to do just that as a kid. When things were hard, the screaming too much for her bear, she’d send her mind somewhere else. A castle in Europe or at Disneyland, riding a roller coaster.

But he wouldn’t stand for it. He required her fully present.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred, as his free hand crept between her and the table, searching out her clit.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning. The plug moved further in, and his skilled fingers twisted and stroked her swollen sex.

“There you go, just a little more.” He pressed a kiss to her back and pushed forward again. “Are you going to come for me? Come like a good girl?”

She wanted to block him out, block out the arousal he caused. It was wrong. All of this was wrong. But her body soared with his administrations.

“Oh, fuck.” She breathed out, her eyes opening wide as the plug moved into place, fully embedded in her ass, and he squeezed her clit, sending her into a spiral of pulses and waves and pleasure she would deny possible given the situation.

“Ahhh, there… good girl… good girl.” His hand left the plug and stroked her head.

The fucker was petting her.

And she was still coming.

Chapter Fourteen

He needed to stop. His brain told him to knock it off, to pull back, but somewhere between Chicago and Michigan he’d stopped listening to it.

Aubree walked behind him, her leash long enough to give her a few paces of breathing room. It suited him fine because if he got another look at the tail wagging from between those perfectly rounded ass cheeks of hers, he might not make it back to the cabin without burying his cock inside of her.

A couple stood on the front porch of a cabin as they passed, talking. Although he could tell they noticed them, neither the man nor the woman made any attempt to greet them. Other than a small nod from the man, there was no reaction from them at all as Blake walked his girl down the path to the cabin.

“I hope your hands aren’t trying to cover yourself,” he called over his shoulder, making note her arms were doing exactly that.

“It’s cold,” she said with a sharp bite to her tone.

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