Page 50 of Training His Pet

He left the leash on the counter and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Her hair was still wet. Little drops of water beaded at the ends of her hair then dripped onto her chest, running down her breasts.

He stepped around her and retrieved a towel from the rack.

“Your hair’s still soaked,” he said and squatted down behind her.

She looked up at him with uncertainty.

“It’s thick.”

“Your hair?” He brought her hair to the back of her neck and wrapped the towel around the ends, squeezing it.

“It takes a while to dry. It’s going to frizz if I don’t straighten it,” she said while he finished drying her hair. He moved the hair to a dry portion of the towel and squeezed again. She was right. The locks were damn thick and held moisture better than a sponge.

“If it does, we’ll put it up,” he said and tossed the wet towel onto the sink. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “You hungry?”

“A little.” Her admission was amplified by the grumble of her stomach.

He laughed and kissed her cheek before getting back up to his feet. “Follow.” He snapped his fingers and walked around her. Fighting the urge to look back at her to be sure she was obeying him, he depended on listening to her move behind him. The soft jangle of the ring on her collar satisfied him that she was crawling and right behind him.

“I made scrambled eggs and toast,” he announced once they were in the kitchen. He stopped at the table and pointed to the floor. “Here. Heel here,” he commanded and went to the stove to plate up the food.

Her entire lip was inside her mouth when he got back to the chair, her eyes wide and her cheeks crimson.

“I’m going to feed you this time,” he explained and took his seat. He picked up some of the eggs in his hand and offered it to her. “No.” He pulled his hand away when she reached for the eggs.

The blush intensified on her cheeks and sped down her neck as well. She leaned forward, taking the eggs into her mouth without using her hands.

“Good girl.” He smiled down at her and scooped up more for her. “While you’re eating from my hand, your pussy is getting hungry, too. Is that right?” he asked, moving his bare foot between her thighs.

He picked up his fork and shoveled a mouthful of eggs into his mouth, watching her as he chewed.

Her eyes cast downward.

She didn’t need to verbalize her answer, but he wanted her to.

“Answer me, sweet girl. How wet is your pussy right now?”

She glanced up at him. “Very.”

He raised his foot, touching her pussy with his toes. Hot and wet.

“Yes, it is.” He took another bite of his eggs and fed her the rest, wiping away a small piece that stuck to her chin.

“Toast?” he asked.

“No, thanks.”

“Yeah, I’m not really a fan either.” He dropped the piece onto the plate and picked it up. She stayed at the table while he threw away the toast and cleaned up the dish.

“I was thinking,” she said after he finished washing the plate. “Christy said no one’s come to look for me. Maybe it’s safe now?”

He put the dish away. “We wait until Corbin gives me the okay.” Leaning his ass against the counter, he took in the beauty before him. She’d rested her hands on her knees while she knelt at the table. Her hair still damp, brushed her breasts when she moved.

“I just think if it’s okay to go back, maybe I could—”

“You have a different story to work on, remember?” He lowered his tone. Pushing off the counter, he closed the gap between them. “Do you remember what I said I would do? How I would use you if I wanted to?”

She turned her gaze up at him with enlarged pupils. She was just too good.

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