Page 88 of Training His Pet

“Like what, pet?” He finished pulling off his clothing and stepped directly behind her.

“In command. Like you own the room, like you own me.” She turned away after letting the words escape unchecked.

He leaned over her body, pressing himself against hers and yanked her hair back until her head hit his chest. His tongue ran along the outer shell of her ear.

“I do own you, pet. Make no mistake on that.” Sealing the vow, he thrust forward, planting his cock as deep into her sex as possible. She sucked in air. He completely filled her.

“Say it, Erika,” he demanded and gently pulled his cock back until she could barely sense his presence.

“You own me, Dax. You do.” She tried to nod, but his grip remained fierce in her hair.

“Sweet girl.” He kissed her cheek and drove forward again. As he pulled her back, she no longer bent over the bed, but nearly stood erect as his cock plowed into her over and over again. Reaching around her body, his fingers felt for her clit, rubbing it hard then soft, then hard again.

“Oh, fuck.” She leaned back into him.

“Leg up.” He let go of her hair to push her right leg up onto the bed. “Arch your back.” He shoved between her shoulder blades until she was slightly bent over, her pussy open for him.

“Fuck... fuck... fuck...” she chanted between pants of air; the new angle filled her more, stretched her. His fingers never left her clit while he fucked her harder from behind. Raw and primal he plowed into her, grunting with the force.

“Fuck me! I’m coming. I’m coming!” she screamed and pushed off the bed again as tidal waves of pleasure bounded through her nerves and exploded within her. Her throat burned with her cries of release, but he didn’t slow down. He never stopped touching her, fucking her.

He wrapped his arm around her belly and held her firm as he thrust into her harder and harder until he stilled. His own cry of orgasm burst into her ear. She touched his arm, leaning back into him as his release let go of its grip on him.

Slowly, his breath eased, and his forehead leaned against her back.

“You let go of the belt,” he teased and kissed her shoulder.

“Not one bit sorry,” she sighed. He released his arm from around her and she slid down to the bed.

“Let me get a towel, where are they?” he asked as his cock slipped from her.

“Hall closet,” she muttered, pressing her cheek to her folded hands on the bed and closing her eyes.

He disappeared into the hall. Doors opened and closed then he was back, pressing a dry towel to her sex and wiping her clean.

“Your ass won’t even mark.” He ran a hand over her cheeks.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” she smiled over her shoulder then crawled up on the bed, scooting herself beneath the covers.

He dropped the towel in the hamper and grabbed his boxers from his pile of clothes. “But I am disappointed. I want you to have my mark.” He snapped the blue and black plaid boxers in place and launched himself onto the bed, bouncing her in the process.

She laughed.

Had she ever felt so comfortable, so vulnerable and safe with anyone? She never thought it possible. Yet there he was, pulling the blankets up over his body and dragging her to snuggle into his chest.

“Better luck next time?” she asked, resting her chin on his pec muscle and smiling up at him.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Obviously, I’ll have to be harder with you. Now that we’re home, all of my toys will be at my disposal.”

“Ooh, what toys?” she asked, not feigning excitement, but truly interested in all the fun they would have.

“I have a few floggers, but they won’t mark you the way I like. The cane will though, nice long marks across your ass and thighs.” He forced a sigh. “Yes. The cane will be next, I think.”

She scrunched her lips to one side. “That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“You didn’t think the belt would be fun either.” He kissed her nose again.

He was right, she didn’t. But he would show her; he would teach her.

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