Page 43 of Becoming His Pet

“I want to kiss you, but you were so naughty, trying to run away after you were hit.” His voice, silky and sultry, took what little breath she still had away.

Her focus moved to his mouth. Such full lips that were so warm, so soft the last time he kissed her. And she wanted more than the peck he’d given her.

“You lost the hunt. You’re mine now, pet. I’ve caught you.” His fingers found her pussy lips and a smile burst across his mouth. “So fucking wet.”

She nodded again, afraid of what betraying words would fall out of her mouth if she tried to speak.

“What will I do with you now?” He grinned down at her, a knowing smile that spoke volumes of the dirty, wicked things he wanted to do. And even though she’d lost her freedom, she’d been caught, she found herself wanting them too.

Where was the fear?

Where was the sheer terror?

His fingers spread her pussy lips open, then flicked over her clit. She jerked with the electric current running up through her body.

“You gave a good chase.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing his way down her collarbone to the wide valley between her breasts. “You have such pretty tits, pet.” He nuzzled his cheek against her nipple. “You think they’re too small,” he said, flicking his tongue over the little pink nub. “Answer me,” he said with a gravelly tone.

“Y-yes,” she said, breathless as he captured her nipple between his teeth. Was this his prize for catching her? To play with her body until she was wound so tight she’d explode?

“They’re not. They’re perfect.” He kissed her nipple then moved to the other side, repeating his treatment.

“Greg.” She dropped her hands to her sides, her palms sweating inside the gloves. She couldn’t touch him like that, not with the fox paws on.

“Shhh, I’m taking what’s mine,” he said against her torso and kissed his way down her body in a straight line for her pussy. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor crinkled with his movements.

His hands slipped under her bare ass, bringing her pussy up an inch, closer to his mouth.

“Your tail is a little dirty, we’ll have to clean you up later,” he promised, and his tone was filled with more than just the idea of cleanliness.

“No, don’t.” She tried to wiggle out of his hands, but she didn’t get to have a say in this. His lips captured her sex. His tongue swirled around her needy, swollen clit and she moaned with the pleasure he filled her with.

“Good, pet,” he murmured and suckled her clit harder. “I’m going to fuck you, Nora. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be halfway to the road by now. She should be on her way to freedom, but she’d found herself more encaged than before.

“Yes.” She pushed her hips up toward his mouth when he started to pull away. “Please,” she begged.

“Does your pussy need to be filled?” he asked, prying her lips far apart and running his tongue from her entrance to her clit. Her eyes rolled back, and another guttural growl escaped her.

When was the last time a man touched her like that? Had a man ever touched her like that? Made her want to scream out with an orgasm, merely at the sound of his voice?

“Tell me, pet. Tell me you want me to fuck this pretty little pussy, and suck on these sweet tits. Tell me.”

He spoke with such vulgarity. Her pussy wept with arousal. If he didn’t get inside her soon, she’d cry.

“Please, Greg. Please, fuck me.” She’d think about the consequences later. She’d figure a new plan later. She put her hands on his shoulders, but she couldn’t feel him. The damn paws again.

“Those stay on,” he said before she could ask. He knelt up and unbuckled his belt. She watched his strong hands work the well-worn leather through the buckle and unzip his jeans.

He shoved his clothes down far enough to pull out this long, thick cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted it. In her pussy, in her mouth, down her throat.

What was he doing to her?

Wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft, he stroked himself, making a pearl of pre-cum form at the tip. He swiped it away with a finger and brought it to her mouth, spreading it over her bottom lip and grinning.

“Spread your legs wider for me.” He brought the tip of his cock to her entrance and rolled it along the edge.

She widened her legs, planting her feet into the ground and readying herself.

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