Page 37 of Training His Pet

But her need outweighed the humiliation, or perhaps the embarrassment fueled her need. She worked her body into the position he wanted.

“Face down in the blankets.” He gently shoved her head down.

She folded her arms before her and pressed herself forward, leaving her bare ass exposed and lifted for him.

“Good, now spread your knees slightly and wiggle your ass.”

She sucked in a breath, closing her eyes, unsure if she could follow his commands.

“If you want your pussy played with, you have to ask,” he said, laying a hand on her hip. He wasn’t tormenting her, or teasing her, or ridiculing her—he was simply instructing her.

She curled her toes, still fighting her internal hang-ups.

His hand left her. “Okay, I can go—”

“Please!” She shimmied her knees further apart, feeling a breeze on her wet pussy, and swayed her ass from side to side.

His hand touched her shoulder, dragged down her back to her ass, and repeated the action.

He was petting her.

“See, that’s a good girl. If you want something, you ask. And this is how you’ll ask me to touch your pretty pussy. Understand?”

She’d have to do this again? On her own? Without prompting?

Without command?

“Willingness and obedience, they go together, Erika,” he said, still petting her back. His touch alleviated most of the tension in her body, and she let herself fall into his words.

“You can come whenever you’re ready. This one is all for you, but that may not always be the case, pet. Sometimes, I’ll want to fuck you just for the pleasure of fucking you. Sometimes, I’ll fuck your mouth because it’s what I want, and you’ll crawl away with no satisfaction. That’s just the way it is between us. I’m your owner, and you’re my pet.”

His hand trailed over her ass; his finger running through the valley between her ass cheeks.

“Does that make sense to you?” he asked as his fingers fluttered over her pussy lips.

“Yes,” she breathed out, fighting the urge to shove her ass at him. Getting a good sense of what he wanted and what he would demand from her, she was pretty sure if she tried to take from him right now, he’d leave her wanting.

“Good girl.”

Two fingers thrust into her pussy and she whimpered with relief. Slowly he pumped his digits in and out of her, and she fisted the blankets.

“I like that sound you make,” he said softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and feeling for her clit. As soon as his fingertips touched the sensitive bundle, she crooned.

He chuckled.

“I like that one, too.” He began to rub her clit hard, fast, and in a circular pattern while he increased the force of his thrusts. “Fuck, your cunt is tight. My cock is gonna love fucking this.” He thrust a third finger in.

“Oh!” She arched her back and spread her legs more. “Fuck!” she groaned when he changed the pattern of his rubbing on her clit. It wouldn’t take much more for her to explode.

“Your tits are heavy, too. I can see that just from how they sway while I’m finger fucking you. Just wait until I’m riding you!”

The words triggered the ignition sequence and she rocketed straight out of her mind.

“Oh! Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” She lifted her head off the floor and bucked her body at him, taking his fingers into her and bouncing against his hand easing her clit through her mind-blowing orgasm. She cursed and yelled, not caring if anyone could hear her. The force of her release blocked out everything; all she could feel, sense, was the pulsing waves of pleasure rushing through her body.

Vaguely she heard him encouraging her, telling her how gorgeous she was like that.

When the waves finally receded and she fell forward again, her breath hot and heavy, her throat sore from her screams, he kissed her ass cheeks and pulled his hands away.

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