Page 100 of Training His Pet

“Since you asked so sweetly.” He draped the leash on her back. “Spread your ass cheeks so I can get you lubed up for me.” He shoved off his pants and kicked them away. The little drawer in the coffee table housed a few key items for him for just such situations. He grabbed the bottle of lube, leaving behind the gag and the paddle, and went to work on smearing her asshole with the gel.

She moaned softly; the sweet sound tugged his lips into a grin. He’d purchased a lube that warmed on contact, mostly because he loved the little sounds she made when he applied it to her skin.

“Did you wear your plug today?” he asked, placing the bottle on the coffee table.

She nodded and wiggled her ass again at him.

“Get down on your hands and knees. You can let go of your ass, pet.” He tapped her shoulder. She released her cheeks and leaned forward, pressing her head down and leaving her ass up at him. Perfectly positioned to take his cock.

Dax ran the head of his dick over her puckered ass, rubbing lubrication onto the bulbous tip and shaft. Seeing her this way, submissive and aroused, obedient—it flicked all the buttons inside him. He wouldn’t wait to give them both what they wanted.

Slowly, he eased past the tight muscle, watching as her ass stretched around him as he pushed past the barrier. She moaned, but he wouldn’t stop, not until he was completely seated inside her tight asshole. He thrusted softly, making her take his cock inch by inch until he was nearly fully inside.

“How long did you think about this today?” he asked, holding steady. “I asked a question, pet.” He smacked her ass when she remained quiet.

“Too long,” she answered with a soft laugh behind the words.

“What do you want now?” He stroked her back with the back of his knuckles and gritted his teeth when she squeezed her ass around him. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, but he wanted the words. He wanted her to beg, plead with him to fuck her ass.

She loathed having to do it, but she wouldn’t deny the ramp up in arousal when he made her.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck you? I should pull out and fuck your pussy?” he asked, hearing his own control starting to slip in his voice. She would always give a little resistance, but it only made the surrender even sweeter.

“No! Please,” she huffed and pushed her forehead into the pillow. He could imagine the fiery red blush taking over her face, but he would give her this one mercy—letting her take a moment before she gave in—before she submitted.

“Fuck my ass, Dax. Please,” she said firmly. He noticed her fingers gripping the pillow, the muscles in her back tensed. She was ready.

He grabbed her hips and with one swift thrust, buried his cock fully into her ass. The heated passage clenched around his cock.

“Fuck.” He smacked her ass. “Fuck me, pet, fuck me.” He pulled back slightly, making her push back against him, fucking herself with his cock. “Such a sweet girl,” he said, smacking her ass again.

She wiggled her hips again and he knew what she wanted, what she needed. He reached beneath her and found her clit. Rubbing and flicking it, he matched the same fever she showed with her hips rocking back and forth on his dick.

“How does that feel, pet? Tell me how that feels,” he demanded, slapping her ass again.

“Full. So... full... fuck, yes.”

“Why do you feel full?” he asked, biting the inside of his cheek. Any distraction to keep him from blowing his load too soon.

“Because you’re in my ass! You’re fucking my ass,” she moaned as he quickened his thrusts.

“Dax!” she cried out. “Oh, god, Dax!”

He grabbed her leash and pulled back, forcing her back to arch and her ass to raise higher. He went deeper, thrusting forward when she pushed at him, filling her, and bringing himself to the edge of his composure.

“What do you need?”

“I need to come. Please! I have... fuck... fuck!” she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. He knew her sounds, her movements, he knew the moment her release struck—and it was beautiful. She was coming, hard and fast, and dragging him with her.

“Oh, fuck, yes... Erika!” He plowed her again hard and let his orgasm sweep him away, leaving him in a blue haze of erotic pleasure.

His breath chased his heartbeat until he finally caught them both and began to come back to the present. Erika’s head hung down, her shoulders moving up and down with her own heavy breaths.

He released the leash, letting it dangle in front of her and slipped from her ass. Dax took off his t-shirt, using it to clean her and himself before shoving on his boxers. He tossed the soiled shirt to the rocking chair near the fireplace and sat himself beside her, pulling her to his lap.

“I’ve wanted that all day,” she confessed softly, burying her face in his neck.

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