Page 33 of Training His Pet

He pointed to the floor.

“Hands and knees, crawl to me.”

“You have to be kidding,” she scoffed, but she betrayed herself by running her tongue over her bottom lip. The idea intrigued her, even if it put a new blush on her cheeks.

He narrowed his eyes. “Did you forget so soon what you are supposed to do when given an instruction?”

The storm brewing in her heated glare started to calm and she gave a gentle shake of her head. “No. I know.”

“So?” He looked at the floor in front of her knees. The hardwood flooring of the cabin couldn’t feel good to kneel on; the soft area rug by the couch would be more comfortable. If she got moving. If she continued to delay, he’d had to find a new way to teach her obedience.

She blew out a harsh breath, as though she could just force the irritation out of her chest with the air and leaned forward until her hands hit the floor. Her breasts hung from her chest as she began to crawl, swaying with each movement, and Dax imagined her crawling to him with ornaments hanging from her nipples, with a braided tail swinging behind her.

Fuck. He ran his hand over his cock through his jeans; he needed to find a release soon or he was going to embarrass himself.

When she reached his boots, she stopped crawling and sat back on her heels, raising her eyes. She noticed his hand rubbing his cock and watched him in silence. Stunned or intrigued, he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t much care. Her eyes on him only made his situation worse.

He jerked his hand away from his dick and reached out to her, cupping her chin.

“What do you feel like right now?” he asked, centering his attention on her eyes. Even if she decided to lie to him, she wouldn’t be able to keep the truth out of her gaze.

“I honestly don’t know,” she answered in a hushed voice.

“Do you hate it? This feeling?”

“No... but I should... shouldn’t I?” she asked.

He grinned down at her. “Whatever you feel is what you should feel.”

“Can I stand up?”

He frowned. He didn’t want her on her feet yet; he liked her on her knees, looking up at him, anticipating the next thing.

“Not yet. I think I like you there.” He released her chin and got to his feet. The front closet had a stack of extra blankets and pillows. He grabbed two thick blankets and carried them back to where she remained kneeling.

After he arranged the blankets into as comfortable a bed as he could manage, he pointed to it. “Rest here while I get us some food.”

Her eyes darted up from the blankets to him. “What?”

“You heard me, Erika. Rest here until I call you.”

“Why can’t I just sit on the couch?” she asked, patting the cushion with her hand.

“Two reasons. One, pets aren’t allowed on the couch without permission and two, because I don’t want you to.” He purposefully gave her a playful wink and jerked a thumb toward the kitchen. “Sandwiches?”

She pinched her lips together. “I’m not a fucking pet!” She launched herself up from the floor and shoved past him, scooping up her clothes as she retreated from the living room. She stomped down the hall and disappeared.

Moments later he heard the bedroom door slam shut.

He sighed.

Erika was walled off from her own desires more than he’d thought. She was completely new to this world, these things she found so interesting, so arousing. And she had no idea what to do with it.

He shouldn’t have let her run.

Now he had to drag her back out and start from the beginning.

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