Page 60 of Training His Pet

Her mind racked over everything he’d said to her. She dropped her forehead to the mattress. Tears built in her eyes, burning from embarrassment, of lust, of desire to please him and be pleasured by him. Everything swirled in her mind, but she knew what she had to do, what he wanted from her.

Willing obedience.

While he continued to fuck her, she did her best to wiggle her ass at him.

He stilled, and she did it again. The ropes made it hard to wiggle much, but he had to see what she was attempting.

His hand slid over her hip, beneath her, and sought out her clit. “That’s my sweet girl,” he cooed and his fingers began to rub the peaked bud in circles as he slowly began to fuck her again.

She moved her ass with more force.

“Harder?” he asked.

“Please!” she finally yelled when he went even more gentle on her.

He laughed but gave her exactly what she wanted.

His fingers never left her clit. Wet from her own juices running over her pussy, he ran them in circles, applying pressure. The man knew exactly where to touch and with how much force. But his cock, his cock thrust harder. His hips hit her ass, pushing against the plug. Sensations came at her from everywhere, her ass, her pussy, her clit, it built and built until she couldn’t see the room straight. Everything up felt down.

“I... oh... Dax...” Was she supposed to ask? She couldn’t remember. Was that a rule? I seemed like it should be. “Please, I have to come. Please... please... please...” she begged, and when he still didn’t say anything she let loose a loud, long mewl.

“Come, sweet girl,” he finally allowed, reaching up her body with his free hand and wrapping her ponytail around his fist. He pulled her back, truly riding her as her body imploded beneath his touch.

Her hair tugged at the scalp, burned and stung, but instead of distracting, it drove her right over the cliff.

She screamed with each new pulse of her orgasm. Her body ripped apart in an intense bursting of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, yes... such a good pet!” He plowed hard once, twice, then stilled as his own release seemed to overtake him. His fingers fell away from her clit, but he pulled her hair harder, back at him as he growled out his orgasm.

He stilled behind her, his heavy breath filling the space between them as he gently released her, smoothing her hair down before removing his touch.

Erika pressed her face to the mattress, gulping in air and waiting for her heart to chill out enough for her voice to work again.

She’d mewled for him. Not just a little sexy moan, but a sound a true pet makes. She closed her eyes. Tears squeezed past her lids and ran down her nose.

He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

“One second, sweet girl. Let me get this all undone.” His voice came at her soft and gentle. Nothing like he’d been a few moments earlier.

She let the tears run from her eyes, confused and uncertain.

Dax shuffled behind her, the snap of rubber being removed from his dick, the shuffling of clothes. Focusing on the little sounds, his movements, distracted her from the balloon of emotions getting ready to pop inside her.

His warm hands ran over her ass.

“Scratched, but no broken skin,” he said, but he must have been talking to himself. The ropes pulled taut then released on her left thigh, dropping to the bed. His fingers worked the knot on her right leg, and she was set free.

“These marks are so pretty on your thighs,” he whispered, trailing his fingers over the rope marks. “Come on, lie down, Erika.” He walked around the foot of the bed and climbed on. She noticed he’d put on his boxers.

He patted his leg. “Come here, sweet girl.”

She stretched out and moved up the bed, resting her cheek on his thigh. His hand ran over her cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Good tears or bad?” he asked, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Good... I think,” she answered, too tired to dive into the depths of it all.

“It’s overwhelming sometimes, right?” he asked in that gentle voice again.

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