Page 48 of His Captive Pet

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He slapped her ass with the flat of his palm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She bit back the groan that worked its way up from her core. She’d been two strokes away from exploding, but within a moment she was not only empty but floating away from the orgasm she craved.

The leash moved, pressing against her clit, and she let the moan free. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come unraveled, and he knew it.

His hand brushed away the leather and began to stroke her plump, wet sex. Petting her pussy.

“You’ll come when you’ve given over.” His soft voice wrapped around her as he continued to run his fingers over her.

The tail twisted, creating a new spark of arousal through her body.

“Make this move for me.” He released the tail but kept stroking her clit. A soft touch that kept her on the edge, but didn’t come anywhere near the amount of pressure she needed to find fulfillment. “Wag your tail for me, sweetheart.”

She bit down on her lip. The ball of adrenaline in her chest grew with his new order. Her mind cleared, and she focused only on him, on his directions. The rest of it, the shit back home, the kennel, the humiliations, they could all wait to be dealt with later. Right now, she needed this, needed his control and his touch. She needed to quiet the chaos.

Swaying her ass from side to side, she could feel the plug pull at her ass muscles when it swayed. She could imagine what she looked like, bent over in the dirt, with him sitting pretty as you please behind her, petting her pussy while the black tail wagged above her.

“That’s a good girl.” He slid a finger inside of her, and she exhaled on a satisfied groan. The emptiness was fleeting, as his finger filled her again. “Keep wagging, show me how much you love this.”

Another groan, and he laughed.

“No growling.” He slapped her hip.

Two more fingers slipped into her, thrusting harder, fuller, stretching her. The plug felt bigger with so much of him inside of her pussy, adding to the sensations, and pulling her mind further from any other task other than obeying him and getting the rewards she sought.

“Can you answer me yet?” His softly spoken question was almost lost in her own animalistic grunts.

Her mind jerked. Answer. He wanted an answer.

She shook her head, still pressed to the ground.

A hard swat to her ass sent an electric bolt through her body. Every part of her went on high alert.

“Answer me, sweetheart. Get your reward for being my good girl.” He thrust harder, spreading out his fingers and curling downward to stroke her G-spot.

She groaned and rolled her head into the dirt. She could smell the grass below her, could feel the moisture of the ground seeping into her skin, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was how easily he played her body, how his words kicked her to the edge, while his demands kept her teetering.

“Blake… oh, fuck.” She slammed her palm into the ground. “Please. I have to. Please.”

“I don’t want begging right now. I want answers.”

His hand appeared before her face. “Lick my fingers.”

“What?” She blinked a few times, lifting from the ground.

“Stick out your tongue and lick my fingers.”

Obeying right then came easily. She licked the tips of his fingers, her tongue stroking his long digits until he pulled away.

“Good girl.”

His wet hand went back to rubbing her clit, and with the added moisture, the pleasure intensified.

“Oh, god.” Her fingers dug deeper into the grass, and she clenched her eyes.

She tried to relax her body, to not enjoy him so much, but he knew her biology better than she did apparently. She’d lost the battle of control over her own damn body; how could she ever think to win the war with him?

“Almost, sweetheart. Just a name then you can come, and you’ll come again when I fuck you in a minute.”

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