Page 61 of His Captive Pet

He took the whip to the table, watching her while he coiled it and put it down. Her lips were swollen, like he’d been ravishing her mouth, but he hadn’t even kissed her while she was cuffed to the cross. She’d been biting her lips, and he’d missed it. He wouldn’t complain, since he’d been busy with her lower set of lips at the time.

And her scream. Fuck. He’d nearly come in his jeans like some pubescent boy at the sound of her release. It took more self-control than he would have admitted to having to keep stroking her and seeing her through her orgasm. Making her feel every bit of it, every single pulse of coming took time. If he were to just leave her after she started shaking, she would have enjoyed the orgasm, but he wouldn’t have been a part of it. He wouldn’t have been the one giving it to her. Dragging it out until her body shivered from the expense made him the owner of each sensation.

Blake opened the bag and dug around until he found it. The perfect thing for her. It would push her, because she wanted it. She enjoyed it so much, but he wouldn’t relent. He’d make her face her desires, and he’d show her every bit of pleasure that came with them.

Her eyes widened when she saw what he held in his hand, her lips pressing together in futile rebellion.

“Don’t start shying away now, sweetheart.” He held up the black doggy bone mouth gag. “It’s no different than a regular ball gag, but can you imagine this while you have your tail in?” The mental image had his cock throbbing. Soon, when they had a lot more time and more privacy, he’d have her crawling around tail and bone in place. And her cunt would drip for him.

“Why? I was good,” she whispered, not taking her eyes off the gag.

He ran his fingers along her jaw. “You were very good, sweetheart. But I want you to wear this for me, just like I wanted you to bark, just like I wanted you to come, and you want it, too. Your stomach is twisting right now, your mind is telling you it’s too humiliating, it’s too much, but your pussy is throbbing with need. That dark pit in your stomach, the one that’s swelling throughout your body, that’s your desire. The sooner you embrace it, the sooner all this hard stuff gets easier and you can lose yourself in the pleasure.”

Her eyes narrowed, perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed. As much as the cuffs would allow, she straightened herself up and opened her mouth.

He maneuvered the bone between her teeth, watching her expression while he reached behind her to buckle the gag. She worked her jaw, testing it for its give. She could bite down on it without cutting into the silicone, and she wouldn’t hurt herself, either.

Taking a few paces back, he took her in. Splayed out on the cross just waiting for him to touch and play with. Her face flushed with the aftereffects of her orgasm, her hair still mostly pinned up in place. He’d wanted her back clear because he’d wanted to flog her. How quickly his plans had changed once he had her bound in place. How hungry he became for her.

Grabbing a soft flogger from his bag, he went to her side, a little off to her right. Her chest heaved with hard breaths.

“Chin up, sweetheart.” He swung the flogger back and forth.

She obeyed, tilting her head back until her chest was completely open for him.

He lifted his arm and swung, watching the thick, soft falls of the flogger cascade across her breasts. She grunted at the impact, and he waited to see how she reacted. Her chin didn’t drop.

Good. Girl.

He swung again, more force, lower aim, catching her midsection. She sucked in a breath through her nose, her stomach caved in, just before she blew out her air. A dark red blotch appeared. Another strike and it turned rosy with color. She squealed when the tips of the falls hit just above her clit.

He’d whip her pussy at some point. But right now, he just wanted to get her body warm for him, to show her so many sensations could be good and bad at the same time.

The flogger covered her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. He worked his way up and down her body, listening to her grunts, her moans, waiting for a plea or a color to be muttered. Nothing. She stopped trying to anticipate where the falls would land and took each stroke of the flogger as it came.

After a hard blow to her breasts, her head rolled forward, her chin pressed against her chest. He tossed the flogger to the table and wrapped his arm around her waist.

She rolled her head to his chest and took a deep breath.

“So good for me, sweetheart.” He cupped her chin and made her look at him. Her pupils were large, her eyes glassy. She was flying pretty close to the edge, and he would push her over it.

He made quick work of undoing her ankle cuffs and ridding himself of his boxers and jeans, yanking them down to his knees.

She tried to slurp up the saliva pooling at the edge of her mouth, but she couldn’t manage it with the way bone was shaped. He used his thumbs to push it away.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Do you want me to fuck you? You can say no, shake your head if you want to use your yellow.” He gripped her waist, watching and waiting for her to decide. She hadn’t flown off into sub space, not yet, otherwise he wouldn’t be interrupting the ride for a fuck. He would wait until she came back down, but he hadn’t gone hard enough or long enough to put her in that head space.

She nodded and her lips curled upward around the gag.

He kissed her cheek. “Of course you want a good fuck,” he whispered in her ear. “A good pet always wants a good fuck.” A new flush came to her cheeks, but she didn’t shake her head, she didn’t pull away; instead, she walked her feet apart for him.

It wouldn’t be enough.

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, hoisting her up, spreading her legs, and positioning his cock at her entrance.

Slowly, inch by inch he crept into her. Her eyes rolled, and she tried to wiggle her body to take more of him. He laughed.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You can’t control any of this. You’re all tied up, and I have your legs. You’ll take your fucking how I give it, and you’ll love it.”

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