Page 37 of His Captive Pet

“I know you can, but in this instance, you don’t even understand where the threat is coming from. You are using your heart and not your head to make your decisions. So, I’m making these calls. I’m keeping you from getting into something you won’t get out of.”

They’d had a real possibility for something tangible before the raid at the fight. But it didn’t matter to her, not now, not with her defenses so high.

He needed her cooperative. That didn’t mean he wanted her to be weak, some feebleminded woman who concerned herself more with the color of her shoes than the state of the world. No, he wanted her because of her strength. Because she’d endured a life that would have otherwise taken down lesser women. Because she could stand on her own two feet.

This situation didn’t call for her lion’s heart. Her love of those animals, her desire to do what was right would get her killed if he didn’t step in. Protecting her mattered more than gaining her love at the moment.

Once she was safe and Los Pecadores were off her back then he’d woo her with flowers or whatever it took to bring her back around. But until then, he would use his power to keep her secure. And having power over her, over a strong-willed woman, gaining her obedience and her submission, and making her melt beneath him both in mind and body fueled him. Because he would have her submission, and she would be the stronger for it.

“I won’t tell you who my contact was.” She turned her face away from him, as though she couldn’t stand to see the tenderness he tried to give her. She never struck him as the candy and flowers sort of girl, but he didn’t picture her enjoying the ice-maiden game, either.

“That’s fine.” He gripped her collar with one hand and stood up, dragging her face to him, pushing her into his hard cock. “You didn’t think your orgasm came for free, did you?” He brushed the hair out of her face.

Her eyes, usually expressive with her thoughts, blanked out; he couldn’t read her. Tears welled up along her lower lids, but they didn’t fall—and they wouldn’t. She’d put another brick in that wall. Her mouth posed in a soft frown, and her lips parted.

He undid his jeans and pulled his dick out, stroking his erection. Her top teeth scraped over her lower lip, and she moved her gaze to where he pumped his cock. A small pearl of moisture escaped, and he swiped it with his thumb, rubbing it along her lip. Her tongue licked away the wetness, and he had to loosen his grip on himself so not to explode all over her face just yet.

Shoving his pants down further, he stepped out and kicked them away. He pulled her by the collar. “Open your mouth.” His knuckles dug into her throat as he adjusted his grip on the leather band. “Wider, Aubree. You know how.”

She stretched her jaw open and her eyes met his. The tears still stoic on her lids, but he could see lust again. Desire and need.

He pushed forward, shoving his cock into her mouth, past her tongue and straight for her throat. She gagged, but he didn’t let her go. “Swallow, Aubree. Breathe, you can take it.”

She shoved at his thighs, and he relented long enough for her to suck in a breath and then he pushed forward again.

“Agh. Fuck.” His cock hit the back of her throat and she swallowed, the muscles working around his dick and tightening.

Her lips wrapped around him, and he dragged himself out of her mouth, watching as her plump lips slid across his flesh. He rewarded her with pulling back and letting her take a few deep breaths before diving back in.

“On your hands and knees.” He moved down to kneel before her and with a yank on her collar, she maneuvered into position. “Keep your mouth open, Aubree. I’m going to fuck your face hard, and you’re going to take it like a good girl, and if you do, you’ll get a treat.”

Her jaw clenched at his terminology, but then she opened for him. She could fight him, she could try to run, and eventually he might even relent and let her hide in her room. But she wouldn’t. This was a challenge. Getting through this, taking what he dished out, served to keep her self-preservation intact. He wouldn’t pop her bubble just yet, but soon she’d have to understand sometimes giving over took as much strength as taking on the world solo.

“Oh, fuck.” He grabbed her collar with both hands and plunged into her mouth, not letting up when she gagged or gripped his thighs. She breathed only when he allowed, and he wasn’t being overly generous. Spit dripped from her chin and his cock when he pulled out to let her take a breath.

“No slobbering.” He patted her cheek with his hands. “Clean it up.” His cock bobbed in front of her mouth. The tears had started falling, and thin red lines circled her eyes, but it wouldn’t dissuade him.

She stuck out her tongue and began to lick him clean of her own saliva. Long, slow drags of her hot tongue ran up and down his cock. The slurping sounds made his balls tighten, and seeing the tail still embedded in her ass wag with her movements nearly made him come.

No woman could break his resolve the way Aubree could.

He yanked himself free, letting go of her collar. She fell forward; her hands caught her before she hit the floor.

“Over the couch,” he ordered. “No, crawl, you don’t use your feet until you learn to give over.” He smacked a flat palm over her ass and gained a sharp glare for his trouble.

Her body moved with grace as she made her way to the end of the couch where he pointed. The tail waggled at him when she passed. Her breasts swayed along with each step she took.

She climbed over the arm of the couch, sticking her ass in the air at him, and giving him a coy smile over her shoulder. Did she really think she had the upper hand here?

He gripped her hip, digging his fingers into her flesh and delighting in her delicious gasp.

Toying with the tail, he flicked it back and forth.

“I like this in you, I think it will be an ordinary thing for you until you choose to cooperate. Do you like it? Do you like being my little pet?”

One swipe of his finger through her sex, and he had his answer. Wet and hot.

“Fuck you.”

---