Page 47 of Becoming His Pet

“I’ll decide about calling Bernie in the morning.” He pressed her hands to his erection. “I think you need some distraction for now.”

Her pink tongue ran along her lips, but her eyes never left his. “Okay,” she nodded.

“More questions. When was the last time you had a cock in your mouth?” He reached for his belt while trapping her hands in one of his.

She wrinkled her lips in thought. “A year?”

He wanted to chuckle at the adorable expression on her face, but he had no intentions of making her feel insecure.

“And a good fucking?” He pulled the leather strip through the buckle.

“Same.” She moved her gaze to his waist; he worked on the button of his jeans.

“Good. I like that.” He kissed the bridge of her nose and pushed her back until she was sitting on her heels. “Put your hands behind you,” he ordered.

He’d used the cuffs with D-rings and links on them for just such purpose. Well, he’d intended to chain to the kitchen chair if she started acting up again, but this purpose was good too.

Linking the cuffs behind her at the small of her back, he ran his fingers over her ass. He’d kept the tail out after her bath, but he still pulled her ass cheeks open to look at the tight little ring of her asshole.

“And the last time you’ve had a cock in your ass?” He pressed the pad of his middle finger against the hole, watching with excitement as it contracted, trying to keep him out of what belonged to him.

“I told you, never.” Her voice was heavy with arousal.

“Hmmm, that’s right.” He would be the first, and the last, to have her ass.

He leaned back, opening his jeans and pulling out his cock. Her eyes followed his hand as he began to stroke himself, taking long, slow movements to tease her—and himself.

“What do you want, pet?” he asked, using his other hand to stroke her hair.

She swallowed. Asking to suck him off wouldn’t be the most humiliating thing he’d do to her, but she still blushed so prettily when he made her ask he couldn’t help but force the issue.

“Greg—”

He put his fingers over her mouth. “Just tell me what you want, no whining.” He couldn’t help but smile down at her. She hadn’t realized how much of a plea had actually made its way into her word.

“Maybe I don’t. Maybe you can just keep going with your hand.” She smiled coyly. Ah, his pet wanted to play.

Beautiful.

“That’s not how this works. You wouldn’t like that. Having to watch me jerk off in front of you when you’re so hungry for my cream.” He tapped her nose. “But I could do that for you if you want... I could come in your little dish and watch you lick it all up.” God, just the thought of it made his balls tighten.

“No, please...” She nuzzled her face into his lap. “I—please let me suck your cock.” Her words were faint, gentle, but the need was there.

“I think you can beg better than that.” He patted the top of her head.

Her gaze narrowed. She loved this, but her frustration was growing. It made him enjoy it all the more.

She knelt up, licking her lips and bringing her hands level with her shoulders. Bending her wrists, she made a whining sound. A low, sweet sound that sang for his cock.

“You want my cock, pet? You want it shoved down your throat? My cum coating your tongue and leaking down to your belly? Is that what my little pet wants?” He tugged on her earlobe. Just a little touch, something connecting them.

She nodded. “Yes, please!” She stuck her tongue out and began to pant. Oh, fuck, she was taking to this so easily.

“Is your pussy wet?” he asked, reaching down between her legs and swiping his fingers through her folds. Bringing his hand up to her outstretched tongue, he wiped her juices onto it. “I’d say so.” He laughed when she scrunched up her nose and pulled her tongue back into her mouth.

He stood up, bumping into her, and stepped around her. With two strides he was by the fireplace. He hadn’t started a fire; even with the air conditioning on, the humidity from outside crept into the little cabin.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger.

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