Page 76 of His Captive Pet

“My pet thinks she’s going to enjoy this fucking?” he asked, pinching her thigh.

She yelped.

“Yes. She’s going to love it.” She looked over her shoulder at him, tears still falling but no longer the heavy sensation of the end choking her.

“I’m too easy on you.” He spread her ass cheeks with his hands. “Maybe I should get your tail? Make you wear it for a few hours before I fuck you?”

“If it would make you happy, I would wear it for days.”

He closed his eyes and when he opened them, she saw it. The purity of his care, of his love for her. He wouldn’t throw her away; he wouldn’t just toss her aside. Because he loved her.

“Take your fucking like a good girl, and I might let you come.” His cock poised at her entrance, she bit down on her lower lip.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered and he thrust forward. She’d never used that term with him, because she wasn’t ready, and he’d never pushed.

“Again.” He gripped her hips and pulled her toward him as he plowed into her again.

She arched her back, taking him deeper and feeling her pussy stretch around his cock.

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh, god,” she cried out, her orgasm building too quickly, too hard. “I have to come.”

“Yes. Now.” He growled with his release as he pulled her ass back to him, completely impaling her on his cock. Her own body shattered within itself, and she screamed her release into the room.

He’d fucked her like an animalistic owner.

And the very idea of it made her want to come again.

Samuel barked from upstairs, breaking the silence between them.

Blake slipped from her and picked her up in his arms, apparently not caring his come was slipping out of her and smearing on his chest.

“Can I move into your room now?”

He gave her a side glance as he made his way up the stairs. “I still owe you another spanking for having moved into the guest room to begin with.”

She snuggled into his chest. “I agree. You do.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Samuel barked through the window at a bird perched on the ledge outside. Blake tried to shoo him away, but he only licked Blake’s hand and went back to trying to chase the bird.

“He thinks you’re playing with him,” Aubree said from the bed. Her hair curly and unruly from sleep, and fucking most of the night. His girl was back.

They’d talked between rounds of fucking. She’d told him exactly what had happened at the warehouse, and he’d filled her in with what happened after. Jorge’s wife wasn’t having charges pressed against her, but since she had taken out the head of Los Pecadores, they were putting her and her daughter in protective custody. John was making sure she found a safe place to start a new life.

“He’s starting to get as disobedient as you,” Blake grunted and rolled over, grabbing her and pulling her to his side. She smelled like soap, his soap.

She laughed. A sound he could drown in.

“Did Greg finally tell you about the Marines?” she asked softly.

He pinched her ass. “You knew?”

“That he finally signed? Yeah, he told me a few days ago. But he wanted to tell you himself.”

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