Page 54 of Training His Pet

Once she was on her back, he shoved her thighs apart and pulled the tail from beneath her, laying it over her pussy. She looked down at it. A hot shiver ran through her.

He went to his knees and hooked his hands beneath her hips, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.

He picked up the tail and ran his hand over it a few times before dropping it back down, exposing her pussy to him.

She looked down the length of her body at him, staring up at her from between her legs.

“Come hard for me, sweet girl. I want to hear it.” He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around her sex and thrusting his tongue between her lips.

“Oh! Fuck.” She curled her hands into the bedding beneath her when his tongue swiped over her clit.

Two fingers thrust into her pussy and curled upward. She leaned up on her elbows and groaned.

He continued to stroke her with his fingers, filling and stretching her, the actions pushing against the plug and sending silvery shivers through her ass at the same time while his tongue danced over her clit, sucking and licking her while finger fucking her.

She shot to the edge of heaven, feeling the pressure build, knowing she’d fall any second.

“Dax! Dax!” she panted. “Fuck. Please. Yes. Please.” She begged for more, for less, for all of it. Pleasure surrounded her.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he mumbled against her clit before sucking it between his teeth. “Be a good pet for me.”

She arched her body, needing just a bit more of him. He flicked his tongue again to the side then again upward. His fingers curled more.

“Be a good pet,” he said again.

“Yes! A good pet! Your pet!” she screamed as he thrust his fingers harder, igniting the internal bomb. Faster he stroked her, harder he sucked on her, but she was already flying high. Hard waves crashed into her, and all she could hear was yelling. Calling his name. Begging for more.

As the storm settled, she realized it was her own voice she’d heard. She panted, falling back against the mattress.

“Dax... yes... oh, hell... Dax,” she continued to whisper his name until every last pulse of her orgasm faded away.

Gently he slid his fingers from her pussy. She threw her arm over her eyes, focusing on getting much needed air.

The bed jostled as he sat beside her, stroking her skin with his fingertips. He ran them from her chin to her belly button, moving through the valley between her breasts. No more sensual touches, just the calming action of a master with his pet.

“Such a sweet girl.” Dax leaned over and kissed her. The taste of herself lingered on his lips, his tongue when he swept through her mouth, claiming her again. As though she didn’t already belong to him.

“I’ve never—not like that—” she whispered, still keeping her eyes hidden beneath her arm.

“Good.” He chuckled. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her to his chest. She snuggled into the warmth of his body, the ownership of his embrace.

“Does the plug have to stay in long?” she asked after a long stretch of silence.

He kissed her forehead. “A few more minutes at least. I’ll take it out for you, because I want you to rest, but when you wake up from your nap, I expect you to put it back in.”

“I don’t need a nap,” she said, just before fighting off a yawn. They’d only been awake for a few short hours. Who napped before lunch?

“Think now’s a good time to disobey?” He pinched her hip.

“Probably not.” She snuggled deeper into him.

“Fast learner.”

“I have a strict teacher.”

“Never forget it.”

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