Page 63 of Becoming His Pet

Using both hands, he grabbed her breasts, pushing them together then spreading them further apart.

“I’m going to put bells on these next time I have you bridled,” he promised, and the image sent an electric current straight to her clit.

“Oh, god!” She ground her hips into him, rubbing her sensitive nub against the dark coarse hair of his groin.

“You better beg, pretty pet. Beg or you’ll be wearing the naughty plug till bedtime.” As a threat it worked, and as a way to get her even closer to her orgasm, it was perfection.

“Please, Greg! Please, I have to come! I just have to!” She continued riding him, while he began to play with her nipples. Twisting them, rolling them, pulling at them. It was all too stimulating.

“Please!” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“If I let you come, you have to sleep in the crate. Will you do that?”

Dammit.

“Please, Greg!”

“All you have to do is give up your comfortable bed, and you can have your orgasm.” He put the words in order, but she heard the intensity building. He was close to his own release as well.

He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard while flicking his tongue over it.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! I will! I’ll sleep in the crate!” she screamed out.

“Then come, pet, come hard.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers. “Look at me, don’t look away.”

She found his gaze and jumped into it. The pressure built low in her belly. The current running from her nipples to her clit intensified, but when he stared up at her with expectation and authority, she lost all control.

Bucking on his lap, she screamed.

“Thank you! Thank you! Oh, fuck. Thank you!” she cried as the waves burst through her body, shaking her to the core before slowly ebbing away.

But he wasn’t done with her. He grabbed her by her collar and wrapped an arm around her waist, hoisting her from his lap. He put her on the floor, on her knees.

Keeping his grip on her collar tight, he shoved his cock into her mouth. But she was ready. She hungrily took him, sucking on him, licking the underside of his thick, hard cock.

“Fuck, yes.” He thrust into her. She swallowed, taking him as deep as she could and being rewarded with another hard thrust.

“Tongue, give me your tongue,” he ordered and pulled out.

She looked up at him, sticking her tongue out for him.

“Hand.” He shook his hand at her, wanting hers, she supposed. She lifted it for him, and he wrapped her hand around his cock. “Jerk me off onto your tongue, pet.”

Arousal soared through her again at his command. She stroked him fast, twisting and slowing before going hard again.

“Fuck, yes,” he yelled, and he exploded onto her tongue.

She continued to jerk him off as hot ribbons of his cum coated her tongue and splashed further back in her mouth. Careful not to let any of it drop, she took every last drop while he groaned.

“Good. So good,” he said, breathless. “Swallow, pet.” He pushed her chin upward to close her mouth. And she obeyed.

He sank back into the chair, his chest rising and falling with each breath. “Good girl.”

Warmth spread through her chest and she found herself smiling up at him. The tension was gone from his jawline, his eyes softer now. A good fucking would relax anyone, but it was more than just the physical side.

She’d given into his control, she’d given him the reins, and he’d found the comfort he needed.

And so had she.

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