Page 76 of Becoming His Pet

Nora shoved backward on the bed. “What the fuck?”

Dr. Smith sighed. “You’re really making this worse than it needs to be.”

“I’m not letting you touch me with that.” Nora pointed to the cock-shaped toy.

“You don’t have to. What I need to see is how you react to stimulus and if you can achieve orgasm. So, if you don’t want my assistance, then you may do it yourself.” She cradled the toy in her palms.

“What did Bernie do to you to make you so callous?” Nora asked.

“I’m giving you a choice; he won’t.” Dr. Smith’s eyes softened, and Nora could see what Dr. Smith was up to. She was making an indecent situation as decent as she could within her power.

Nora gave a little nod and took the vibrator from her. She flipped it on and lay back, closing her eyes. She only needed to orgasm. She could do that. Just pretend Dr. Smith wasn’t there.

“That’s a good girl. Play with your pussy for me,” Dr. Smith said, ruining Nora’s idea.

“Do you have to do that? Talk?”

“No, but I find it helps the girls hurry along. I can also lick your little clit for you if that will help.”

Nora took a deep breath. This had to be the most absurd situation she’d ever been in. Ever.

Deciding to just get it over with, she flipped on the vibrator to full speed and began to rub her clit with it. She didn’t need the internal stimulation if she was just going straight for the goal.

“Oh, if you aren’t going to insert it, I’ll have to use my finger—”

Tears welled in Nora’s eyes. “Just, I can do this, just don’t,” Nora whispered into the air.

“Go ahead,” Dr. Smith said softly back.

Nora cleared her mind of anything having to do with Dr. Smith or Bernie or the Santinelli family. She found Greg in her memories. His stern jaw, his dark eyes, his warm, full lips. Clinging to his image, she began to run the tip of the dildo across her clit.

Remembering the first time he’d pushed the anal plug into her ass, making her wear that foxtail, she slipped the vibrator lower through her lips then back up to her sensitive nub.

He’d been so commanding, so in control. And when he’d had her all dressed in her fox gear he’d been so pleased. His cock had been so fucking hard for her, wanting her. And she’d had to fight back the urge to touch him. Although she wouldn’t have been able to with her fox paws on.

When he’d caught her and fucked her, he’d made her feel so good. He’d been in complete control then, too, so powerful, so hungry for her.

“That’s a good girl,” Dr. Smith whispered, but Nora didn’t shake away the voice this time. Good girl. She loved being that for Greg. When he pet her, when he played with her and told her how good she was for him.

Her body tensed.

“So good.”

Nora arched her hips upward, gyrating against the vibrating toy. Dr. Smith’s finger slowly entered her pussy, and Nora moaned with the feelings. A second finger followed, and she began to move her hips harder.

“Oh. Greg. Fuck, yes, Greg,” Nora started to chant, imagining him hovering over her, thrusting his cock into her over and over again. Taking what was his. Because that’s what she was. His. Completely his.

“I’m your good pet, your good pet,” she whispered, letting the words wash over her body, taking her arousal up another notch.

“Yes, good pet,” Dr. Smith added.

“Fuck,” Nora yelled out as her orgasm ripped through her. Dr. Smith didn’t slow in her ministrations, instead sped up her thrusts with her fingers and only when the last shockwave died did she remove her touch.

Nora flicked the toy off and dropped it to the bed beside her. Opening her eyes, she watched Dr. Smith lick her middle finger and ring finger with a smile.

“Very sweet. And very responsive, too.”

Nora rolled her eyes back and closed them. What had she just done?

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