Page 72 of Training His Pet

When she climbed up on the loveseat, she threw her head over her shoulder and wiggled her ass. Hearing his soft laughter, she grinned while carrying the ball back to him.

He held out his hand again, and she dropped the ball without needing to be told.

“You’re sweet like this.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “One more, ready?” He pulled his hand back, ready to toss it again.

She started backing up, keeping her gaze on the ball. Her heart pattered faster as he pretended to toss it several times before finally releasing it and throwing right above her. She laughed and knelt up high, catching the ball with her hands then shoving it between her teeth.

His warm laughter told her she’d done good.

And when she looked up at him, the thrill of the game settled into hot arousal pooling inside her core.

Remembering what he’d taught her the first day, she dropped the ball and turned around. Pressing her cheek into the floor, she stuck her ass up as high as she could and wiggled.

The tail swished along her thighs.

She knew what she was doing.

She was begging for his touch.

And she couldn’t have felt more at home with herself.

“Ah, I see what my sweet girl wants.” He stepped away from the wooden horse and reached down, flipped her tail onto her ass, and began to rub her pussy.

She pushed back into his hands but a quick smack to her cheek stilled her.

“Not yet, greedy girl,” he chastised, but too much approval filled the words for her to feel anything but more arousal.

He ran his hand over her pussy, giving extra attention to her clit when he reached it. The zipper of his jeans lowered, and she heard the shuffling of his clothes being shucked off. She couldn’t help but look over her shoulder at him, needing to see his expression. Was she overstepping? Was she going too far, not far enough?

“You put your tail in for me. You wanted to play.” He ran the tail through his fingers, giving the plug inside her ass a small tug.

“I did,” she said softly.

“You were a good girl, asking the right way.” He smoothed his hands over her upturned ass. “Do you want to get fucked here on the floor, or do you want to move to the couch?”

She bit down on her lip. This could be a trick. He’d said he would make the decisions, not her.

“If I ask a question, Erika, you should answer it.” He curled his fingers into her cheeks.

She swallowed and took a deep breath. “The couch. I want—”

“You only get to pick the place, not the how.” He scooped her up again, carrying her like he would a football, pitted against his side. She dangled from his arm but didn’t struggle.

Once at the couch he gently put her on the cushion, and he sat down beside her. Capturing her face with his hands, he dragged her forward until her lips met his. Following his lead, she straddled his lap while he deepened the kiss.

She’d been kissed before, but nothing could quite compare. The tingles he sent through her, the warmth wrapping around them when his tongue brushed hers—it was almost too much. Gripping his shoulders, she positioned herself over his erect cock but remained still. She wouldn’t move without his permission.

“Condom,” he groaned against her lips.

She exhaled hard. “I have the implant,” she said, pressing her forehead against his.

“You okay bareback?” he asked, tipping her chin up with his knuckle.

She stared into his eyes, not knowing when she had ever felt so safe, so secure as she did in that moment.

“Yeah,” she whispered and slowly began to sink down, taking his cock inside of her.

His eyes closed and he moaned; his hands moved to her hips.

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