Page 32 of Becoming His Pet

“I’m well aware of who you are. And after you have a nap, after I feed you your lunch, we’ll talk about what our next steps are. But I like you this way, caged and punished. You’re more honest, you’re more open, more settled this way.” He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She yanked back, trying to stop him, but she wasn’t much of a match for him with all her fight having been used during her attempt to push him over.

“No!” She tried to grab for it, but he pushed her back against the wall. Pressing his body to her naked back, he swiped the hair away from her ear.

“You’re my little pet now, Nora. You’ll do everything I say when I say it. If I call you, you’ll come. If I feed you, you’ll eat, and if I tell you go to your cage, you’ll go.” His hands roamed down her back, delighting in the curves of her body, pinching her hip when he came to it. His already attentive cock pulsed in his jeans at the high-pitched squeal she gave.

His fingers ran over the welts, but he didn’t push on them—this time. Moving lower, he watched her mouth; her lips parted, the breath rushing out from between them as his fingers sought out her heat.

And when he did, when his fingers became coated in her arousal, she closed those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and bit down on her lower lip.

“You like being my pet,” he whispered into her ear.

“No. I don’t know why—I don’t.” She tried to shake her head, but he was too close.

Slipping a finger up into her sex, he grinned at the low moan she let slip.

“You don’t understand it, but you do.” He pressed his lips to the outer shell of her ear, then to just behind her ear. “And I like it, too.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, fast and hard, giving her enough space between their bodies for her to move, when she started to wiggle with his movements. Her ass pushed out, her legs widened. She didn’t like this? Bullshit. She didn’t like loving it.

“Such a good pet,” he whispered again. “Do you want to come for me? Do you want to coat my hand with your cum?”

“No.” She shook her head, but then arched her back to meet his thrust when he plowed his fingers inside her again.

“Are we back to lying, pet?” he asked with a chuckle.

“No. Oh, fuck. No.” She slapped her hands against the wall, clenching her eyes closed. Her pussy, tight and hot, squeezed his fingers. She was close to becoming unraveled.

“You can’t come unless you admit you want it. Tell me you want me to make you come. Beg me to let you fucking come all over my fingers.” He twisted his hand, curling his fingers and finding that little spot that shoved her right to the edge.

“Oh!” she cried out, slapping the wall again. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.” She nodded, moving her hips with the motions of his hand, fucking his fingers as much he was fucking her.

“Tell me, pet, ask me to let you come.” He found her swollen clit with his little finger and flicked over it gently.

“Yes! Greg! Please. I have to come, please let me! Let me come! Please!”

The urge to deny her was outweighed by the plea in her tone.

“Oh, please.” She bit down on her bottom lip. Her orgasm was at the boiling point, she was going to explode, but she was waiting for him. She really was trying to hold back until he gave permission.

She was fucking perfect.

“Come for me, pet,” he whispered and watched in awe as she nodded and let her body go. Her pussy gripped down on his fingers, but he continued to pump into her, guiding her to the crest of her pleasure and easing her back down. She screamed and cried and cursed through every wave. His little pet held nothing back from him.

How could he have gotten so lucky to have found her?

When her orgasm ebbed to silence and her body sagged against him, he removed his fingers from her and sucked them clean, needing a taste of her. He would crave her now, but it didn’t matter. He tucked her against his chest and carried her back to the cage.

She eased down to her knees with no more pressure from him and lazily crawled inside. Lying down on her side, she pulled her knees up again, exposing her swollen and wet sex to him.

He quickly retrieved a blanket and a pillow from the closet and put them inside the cage. It wasn’t large enough for him to go inside to cover her—a fact that had never pissed him off before but did now. He would have to build a larger one.

“Sleep, Nora.” He patted her bare foot, the only part of her body he could reach and closed the door, once again locking her inside.

She’d given him a lot of information to think about.

And the hardest cock he’d ever suffered in his life.

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