Page 18 of The Lady
Open up. Her lips. Where his cock pressed, seeking entry.
Delilah had never heard of such a thing, but she knew what her answer had to be. Parting her lips, she let his manhood slide between them.
“Do not even think of biting me, pet.” Delilah looked up to see him watching her, his eyes alight with desire. “You will regret it.”
Her bottom clenched around the tail at the casually spoken threat, her skin tingling as if his mere words had reawoken the aftermath of sensations from her spanking. Delilah opened her jaw wider, and he groaned, his hand on the back of her neck, drawing her forward as he went deeper. The thick weight of his shaft pressed against her tongue, the salty taste of him strange but not unpleasant. He used her neck to guide her, pushing her head up and down, pulling her forward a little more each time, so he went deeper into her mouth, making her gag and try to jerk away when he hit the back of her throat.
She could feel his eyes staring down, watching her, and could not bring herself to meet his gaze. Whimpering, the sound was muffled as he moved her mouth up and down his thick length. She squirmed when his free hand dropped to fondle her breast. The arousal in her core roared back to life, despite being on her knees with his cock in her mouth and a tail in her bottom... or maybe, just maybe, partly because of it.
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The Tramp
The soft flickingof his pet’s uncertain tongue along the underside of his cock, the way she struggled to accommodate the way he pulled her mouth further down his shaft, and the low whining in the back of her throat while he fucked, added to Henry’s enjoyment of using her mouth for his pleasure. That she was unpracticed did not matter, that was not the point. She would learn. He would happily teach her.
For now, despite already having fucked her, he was all riled up after spanking and plugging her, more so than he would have thought possible. Although he might have been tempted to linger if not for neglecting his duties the night before. There were things he needed to do today.
So, he used her mouth, forcing her lips to glide over his cock, shoving deeper and deeper while her small hands pressed against his thighs. He could feel her struggle not to push him away, arousing him even more. Such a good little pet. So obedient, despite her reluctance, despite being so out of her depth.
For the second time that day, his need boiled over hard and fast, and he groaned. Removing his hand from her breast to cup the back of her head, he securely pressed her down on his cock. The hot suction of her mouth drew his cum from his balls, and he groaned with completion, emptying himself down her throat.
Sighing with repletion, he leaned back, releasing her as he did. Panting, she leaned her head against the inside of his thigh, looking dazed, her lips darker than usual and swollen from use. Her cheeks were flushed as well, matching the pink he’d put across her arse. With her leaning to the side, he could still see the furred tailed draped across the backs of her calves, golden and fluffy, just like her. Well satisfied, he pushed to his feet, leaving her kneeling and watching him, waiting to see what would come next.
“Come pet,” he said, pointing her to the table where they’d sat last night. “Time to break our fast.”
Just as before, he fed her from his hand while she sat beside him. She was more fidgety than she had been the prior night, thanks to the plug in her arse. It would keep her from sitting comfortably for a while. Eventually, she would become accustomed to it. That and much larger things. His apparently insatiable cock twitched.
While she was clearly uncomfortable, she did not balk. Not about being hand-fed, not when he parted her hair into two separate tails and put a ribbon in each of them, just over shoulders, and not when he put a leather collar around her throat. No, she did not balk until he attached a leash to the ring on the collar and began to walk to the door.
“Wait!”
Surprised by her outburst, when she’d been so submissively acquiescent, Henry turned and raised his eyebrow in question. Her face was beet red, hands holding onto the leash just in front of her collar, leaning back and digging in her heels, a wild look in her eyes.
“I... where are my clothes? I cannot... I cannot...”
Too much.
He’d pushed too far, too fast in his eagerness.
As sweetly accepting as she’d been, she was still going to require gentle handling, especially when it came to leaving the room, apparently. She clearly was ready to be bare in front of him, but nowhere else.
“Very well,” he said, thoughtfully, rather than making her ask. He did not want to set the precedent that she would get anything she asked for. She would receive whatever he was willing to give her. Today, at least, that would include clothing. It would help prepare her for when he wanted her to walk by his side, wearing nothing but her collar and tail, a living embodiment of his power over her. Leading her over to his wardrobe, he pulled out one of his shirts. “You may wear this today.”
Handing to her, he saw a flash in her eyes and for a brief moment, wondered if she was going to challenge him and earn herself another two punishments—one for disobedience and one for delaying him further—but she meekly lowered her eyes and put on the shirt. She would take some careful watching. While Henry intended to push her, he did not want to push her too far unless it was deliberate. She had already demonstrated she would toe the line to test her boundaries—not unexpected under the circumstances.
But no matter how long it took, Henry was determined to tame the lady and make her into his pet in truth.
8
The Lady
To Delilah’s relief,the shirt she’d been given covered more of her than she initially thought it would. Not nearly enough of her, but given the choice between revealing her legs and revealingeverything, she preferred just her legs. Henry was tall enough, his shirt reached down nearly to her knees.
Of course, that was her one and only relief.
It certainly did not make up for the uncomfortable full feeling in her backside, the lack of proper undergarments, or being led about on a leash like an animal. The collar was a thin strip of leather that snugly wrapped around her neck. In many ways, it was no different from necklaces she had worn in the past, yet… it was completely different.
Still, the worst was certainly the tail. Holding it inside as she moved, felt unnatural. Her bottom constantly clenched as it shifted around inside of her with every step, feeling as though it might fall out at any moment—a prospect so horrifyingly mortifying, she could not countenance it. The tail brushed against the backs of her legs as she moved, a constant reminder—as if the thing shifting inside her wasn’t enough. Worse, she knew the end of the tail was visible beneath the hem of her shirt. She fervently hoped no one would realize what it was. Surely, it could not be a usual sight... although, would it make her feel better if it was?
