Page 58 of Becoming His Pet

She cried out when he plunged forward a second time. The plug made her pussy even tighter, and hot, so fucking hot. And he knew his fucking her made the plug tighter in her ass. The ginger oil continued to work, and each thrust brought more of a burn to her ass.

Her fingers curled around the bars of the crate, but she didn’t fight him when he tugged on the right rein, making her turn her head slightly.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you? Even with your asshole on fire from the ginger, your pussy is sucking me in, clenching hard.” He could feel his balls tightening already.

“Take your fucking, take it hard.” He plowed forward, moving the crate an inch or two with the force, but he didn’t stop. He held onto her reins and rode her until his cock couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore.

“Fuck!” he yelled out and let loose inside of her. Holding onto the leather straps, he fell forward. She grunted, probably from the pressure his body put on the tail.

Letting go of the straps, he pulled free of her body. “Come down here.” He helped her back over the crate and to the floor where she positioned herself on all fours again.

Tucking his cock back in his pants, he squatted in front of her, staring into her eyes. For a moment he feared seeing repulsion and anger. He’d used her body for his own gain without giving her any pleasure. Yes, it was punishment, but she could still hate him for it.

He searched her eyes, through the unshed tears. Unbuckling the bit, he removed the head piece along with the weights and tossed them on top of the crate. She worked her jaw open and closed a few times but made no move to wipe the spit that had gathered on her chin.

He took care of it for her, wiping it away with his hand.

“You did well, Nora,” he whispered and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Do you completely hate me now?” he asked, unable to stop himself.

“No,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass.”

He cradled her face in his hands. “You really need to work on your word choice.” He laughed and caught a tear with his thumb. “It’s forgiven and forgotten.” He kissed each cheek and then claimed her mouth for his own.

She pressed her hands to his chest, gripping his shirt and holding him in place. He let her take control when her tongue swept into his mouth. He was as much hers and she was his in this moment, and for those to come.

When he broke the kiss, a soft blush kissed her cheeks.

“Let’s get the tail out and you can lie down if you’re tired.” He sat down the floor and dragged her to lie over his lap.

He removed the plug, tossed it to join the bit, and eased her off him.

“Will you lie with me?” she asked once he had her in the bedroom.

He climbed into bed with her, kicking his boots off and pulling her close.

They would have to face some nasty shit coming their way. And it would take both of them to figure out the best way out.

But for that moment, he held her, wrapping his body around hers and letting the warmth of her soothe away all the worry, all the questions from his mind.

He had her.

At least for the moment.

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