Page 41 of Becoming His Pet

She jerked back from him.

“What is that?” She pointed at the weapon. He didn’t mention anything about a gun.

“Relax.” He grinned. “It’s a paint gun. It’ll hurt when I shoot you, but it won’t harm you. No worse than the cane.” His assurance wasn’t very assuring. That cane hurt like the devil himself was licking her ass.

But arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere.

“Your shoe’s untied.” He placed the rifle to lean against the door and crouched down in front of her to tie her gym shoes. No shirt or shorts, no panties of any kind, but he gave her shoes. What a prince.

“I go straight down that path, and once I get to the main road what do I do? I can’t let people see me like this?” She waved her paw-like gloved hands over her body.

He smirked and finished tying the second shoe, then stood up. Her head came to his chin. If she took a step forward, she’d fit against his chest perfectly snuggled into his body.

“It’s not really a concern, but if you do make it, just find a bush to stay behind until I get there.” He turned around and picked up the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Pulling the pair of sunglasses from his neckline, he slipped them on.

“Are you ready, pet?” he asked, looking at his watch.

“You’re really doing to this? Making me run through the woods like this?” Her stomach twisted again. The little shimmer of hope she had that he was just fucking with her head faded as the seconds passed.

“Yep. On the count of three you start. I’m giving you a two-minute head start. Remember, if you’re hit, you lie down and do what?”

She wasn’t answering that question. He knew perfectly well what he’d instructed her to do; she didn’t need to remind him.

“Not a good start. I’m shaving thirty seconds from your lead time.” He fiddled with his watch again.

She let out a huff. Impossible man!

“If I’m hit I’m to lie down.”

“Lie down how?”

If her face heated any more he’d be able to cook their dinner on it.

“Lie down on my back with my legs spread and my hands up.” She looked away then back at him, knowing he was waiting. “Like a good little pet should.” And there was the warmth again, spreading down to her pussy.

It wasn’t horrifying enough that she’d acted so slutty when he put the plug in, now she was getting ready to do it again. She cleared her throat and turned away from him, looking at the path again. In an hour’s time, she could be on her way back to Chicago. Or Milwaukee. Wherever Bernie thought would be safer.

“Ready? Set...” He leaned over her shoulder, pressing a kiss just behind her ear, making her insides start melting again. “Go!”

She jolted into action, running for the path. Her feet pounded on the well-worn ground, snapping twigs as she went. It had been a kindness that he’d let her have her shoes for the run. If she were barefooted she’d easily cut her feet up with all the dead twigs and branches around.

“Ready or not, here I come!” His deep rumbling announcement kicked her into a faster speed.

She hadn’t run in a while. Months actually, but she could outrun him. She had to. He may have more muscle, but that meant more bulk. Her slender features surely would help her succeed.

Veering off the path to her right, she headed for a thicker patch of woods. Stumbling over a fallen log, she righted herself and kept going. The pounding of her shoes muffled any sound coming from behind her. Looking for him would be a waste of time, and she’d seen enough horror movies to know wasted seconds would lead to falling and getting caught.

Her lungs began to burn, sweat collected on her brow as she ran. Wiping her forehead was useless with the fox paws on her hands, but at least the fabric soaked some of it up.

As she darted to the left trying to see if she was still going the way of the path, a splattering of blue struck a nearby tree. She yelped and kicked herself into a higher gear, moving back to the right, deeper into the trees. She’d find the path again, once she lost him.

Another burst of color to the tree she passed on the left. How the hell had he caught up to her so easily?

She tripped, righted herself, and continued to pursue her freedom. No matter how much her lungs burned, or her thighs screamed to slow down. She had to try, she just had to get this done.

The headband of the ears began to slip as she ran.

Another smattering of blue, this time to her right. She bolted to the left.

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