Page 51 of His Captive Pet

Without moving away from her, he reached into the lukewarm water and pulled the plug.

“Stand here.” He pointed to the same spot on the bath mat where he’d had her kneel. “Keep your hands to your sides, no touching.” Grabbing the towel from the rack, he went about drying her off, dragging the cotton fibers along her collarbone, over each breast, kissing her nipples when they perked up for him. He tapped her legs and she spread them, walking her feet out until they were shoulder-length apart.

So obedient, so beautiful.

When he came to her pussy, he dragged the towel over her folds and kissed her just above her clit.

“Still nice and smooth. We won’t have to wax for a few weeks, I think.” He made sure she saw him wink. Truth was, he’d wax her whenever he felt like it.

He tossed the towel in the corner of the room and hooked his index finger through the metal ring of her collar.

“Let’s go.” He yanked her into moving, but didn’t demand she return to her knees. She struggled to keep up with him, her stature being so much shorter than his, but she didn’t complain.

The bedroom felt cool and fresh. He’d left the window open all day, hoping she’d come to her senses and call for him. He released her collar, snapped his fingers, and pointed at her bedding in the corner of the room. Without a word, she walked to the oversized pillow and moved down to her knees, her eyes never leaving him as he moved around the room.

Blake peeled out of his clothes. His T-shirt and jeans were shucked and tossed on the chair in the corner of the room, but he left his boxers on. Socks were discarded and draped over his boots tucked under the foot of the bed. As he made his way to her, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock, pressing against the flimsy cotton fabric of his boxers.

Aubree’s pink tongue ran along her plump lower lip while her eyes seared into him. She wanted his cock, and he wasn’t going to be denying her, not after she’d finally given over. He wasn’t stupid enough to think she’d be an open book now; she still didn’t completely trust him. But he wouldn’t get very far with her if he didn’t completely reward the snippet of trust she had slipped him that afternoon.

Standing in front of her, he pulled the front of his boxers down, letting his hard cock free from all restraint. She remained focused as he started to stroke his own length just out of her reach. She scraped her teeth across her lip, and her eyes dilated a fraction more. If she started to drool, he’d completely come undone and spill his seed all over the floor.

“What do you want, Aubree? Tell me.” A small bead of pre-come formed at his head, and he swiped it away with his thumb, bringing it to her mouth.

Without looking up at him, she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and closing her eyes when he wiped the moisture across the tip. When he pulled his finger out of her mouth, her lips curled at the edges, and she lifted her gaze to his.

“I want your cock, Blake.”

He swallowed back his groan. Wouldn’t do to show her exactly how undone she could make him with her complete obedience. At least not yet.

“Hands behind your back, don’t move them.”

Her hands slid back and she opened her mouth, ready for him.

He stepped closer, until the very tip of his cock rested on her outreached tongue. “I’m going to fuck your face, Aubree. It’s going to be rough and hard and you’re going to take it for me. Then I’m going toss you on the bed and fuck your pussy until we both explode. Do you understand? Blink twice for yes, once for no. Do not use your words.”

Without moving a single fiber of her body, she blinked twice. Slow, sultry movements momentarily hid the desire in her eyes, but refocused directly.

He let go of his shaft and held her face with both hands and thrust all the way in. His cock hit the back of her throat and instantly it closed up around him. She sputtered but didn’t move away, didn’t shove at him or move her hands once. He pulled back, let her take a deep breath and pushed forward again. Fucking her throat, he both ignored and rode through the gagging sounds when she couldn’t quite swallow him.

He released her face and pulled back, freeing his cock from her mouth and giving her a chance to breathe. Taking deep gulp of air, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Her large eyes looked up at him, as though she waited for his next command.

“Fuck me,” he growled and reached down, hoisting her from the kneeling position and tossing her onto the bed. She giggled. A delightfully light sound as she bounced on the bed, scooting back to the headboard, her knees closed.

“Open those pretty thighs and let me get to that pussy,” he ordered, though the strain from wanting to fuck her till next Tuesday didn’t allow him to sound as fierce as the tightness in his chest felt.

She fisted her hands at her sides and dropped her knees open, giving him the beautiful view of her glistening pussy. He shoved his boxers completely off, kicking them across the room and not giving a shit where they landed. One knee then the other, he made his way to her on the queen-sized bed.

Gripping one thigh with his hand, he pushed her leg up to her chest and lined up his cock with her wet entrance. “Hard or soft, Aubree?” He gritted his teeth against the animalistic urge to thrust into her and conquer her once and for all.

“Soft isn’t you, Blake.” She brushed away a thicket of hair from his forehead. “And it’s not me, either. Not like this, not when I’m beneath you and dying for your touch. Please.” She wiggled her ass, trying to take him inside of her. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

He growled then, a deep sound coming from the bottom of his stomach and exploded somewhere near his heart as he plowed straight into her. She cried out and gripped his shoulders, her nails dug into his flesh, but she didn’t try to shy away. With the one leg still free of his grasp, she planted it against the mattress and pushed her pelvis up.

She was right. Soft wasn’t them. Not like this, not when they were naked and in each other’s arms.

His balls slapped against her perfectly shaped ass, and he gripped her thigh even harder as he plowed into her again and again. She matched him, thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss. Somewhere along the way, their lips had found each other and they coupled together in a dance full of madness and desire.

“Oh, god, Blake. I have to—I have to come.”

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