Page 44 of The Secret Club
“Sit.” Freddie clicks his fingers and points at me. I obey immediately, sitting back on my heels, paws in front of my chest, I stick my tongue out and start panting.
Freddie opens the door and says, “Inside.” I crawl inside the doorway and he follows. He shuts it behind me. Taking a dog bowl of water from the counter, he places it down on the floor in front of me. Grateful I bend my head and begin to lap at the water before sucking down as much as I can.
I don’t see Freddie’s large frame kneeling down beside me until I feel his hands stroking my head, down my neck along my back and down my backside and then back of my legs. Ifreeze and lift my head to look up at him, my head tilted as a nonverbal question, but he doesn’t catch my eye, only reaches back up to my head and begins to stroke me again. I go back to drinking, hoping he’ll continue because I’m enjoying it but I’m also thirsty and need to drink more.
Never in my life have I enjoyed being stroked in the way Freddie strokes me. The caresses spark a yearning inside of me I never knew existed which heats straight in my centre. The touches feel like a tease, I want him to touch and caress me between my legs. Every time his hand runs down my backside, I’m sure they curve deeper inside my thighs. Getting oh so close, but still too far away. I almost whine in frustration.
When I finish drinking my fill of water, my core is a dripping mess running down the inside of my thighs. On his next stroke, Freddie notices. “You like this my girl, don’t you. You are dripping down your thighs.” He’s no longer speaking in a cooing voice, it’s now deep and husky, his voice laced with desire. “I am going to need to break my own rules with you Roxy,” he whispers in my hair. “I can’t wait until breakfast; I need to mount you and fuck you like last night.
With that, he reaches for my paws, picks them up and places them on the kitchen cabinets. He must pull his trackpants down because I can feel his hot length against my arse cheeks as he positions my body to how he wants it. The movement of the plug when he adjusts my tail is enough to make me let out another whimper and he pauses to gently thrust it in and out for a moment.
“Roxy, you have been my most perfect dog,” he says into my neck as he lines his cock up to my entrance. “I want to mount you and fuck you all around my house,” he breathes as he thrusts in one swift move all the way into me to the hilt. I yelp at his deep intrusion, and shudder as he nibbles at my neck the same way I had done to him earlier.
“I. Wish. You. Were. My. Permanent. Pet,” Freddie pantseach word into my neck, on every thrust. “You. Are. Perfect.” I feel a glow at his words from the inside shining outwards. The feel of his hard body slick against mine, each movement rubbing up against the butt plug as the tail brushes against my back, causes pleasure to radiate from my pussy as he reaches down one large hand and begins to circle two fingers around my clit. I buck between his fingers and his cock, my climax culminating in an almighty crash rushing through my core making me scream out his name, the first word I’d spoken since I was told not to.
“You’re making me come screaming my name like that Roxy,” Freddie growls in my ear going completely feral, he pounds into me from behind, mating me like a dog. Slapping both hands above my head on the counter top, Freddie roars my name as he thrusts his release deep inside me and stills, his body going slack and he rests his forehead to the back of my neck coming down from his high.
Peeling himself away from my back and sliding himself out from my pussy, warm liquid follows him and drips down my thighs.
He sits on the kitchen floor with his back to a cupboard opposite me, seemingly in a daze. I’m not sure what to do with myself so I swivel around and crawl towards him and settle between his open legs, noticing there’s no trace of his trackpants on his body. Coyly, I brush my cheek against his. He smiles back at me. I run soft tender kisses from his cheek, along his neck and across his shoulder. I pull back and take in his magnificent naked chest. I run my paws across from each shoulder, over his chest and lower towards his softening cock.
I lift my eyes to meet his, double checking what I am doing I have permission for. He smiles back at me and I take that as a yes. I lower my head and begin to lick my essence and our mixed come from the base of his cock to the tip. I hear his head hit the back of the kitchen cabinet as he relaxes with each lickof my tongue as his cock stiffens to a rock hard pole in my paws. Once I’ve licked every remanent of our earlier fucking, I stop teasing and lower my mouth over his cock and suck him down my throat. “Fuucckk,” I hear him groan.
I move my head up and down, each time his tip hits the back of my throat. I start out in slow glides building up the pace until his resolve gives in and he holds my head over his cock and fucks my mouth until I can feel his abs shuddering on my head and his come shoots down the back of my throat. My eyes stream and I struggle to keep my gag reflex in check. I gratefully suck every drop down and swallow before raising my tear streaked face to meet his gaze, gulping down air.
Leaning forward, Freddie takes my face gently in his hands and kisses me deeply, his tongue finding mine and licking his taste from my tongue. I’m again surprised with how intimate this kiss feels, so much more than two strangers meeting for 12 hours.
“Roxy, you have been everything and more. This morning hasn’t played out quite as I had planned.” At my worried look, he quickly follows with, “It’s been even better than any plans,” and smiles warmly while gently petting my head and back.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and fed before your car arrives to collect you. Hold out your cute little paws.” I do as he says and watch as he unfastens the paws and pulls them off. He pulls me into a sitting position on my bum and wriggles the knee pads off my legs. “Let’s keep the collar on you until we get to the bathroom, it suits you.”
Holding my forearms, he begins to stand raising me with him off the kitchen floor. He pulls on his navy trackpants. Reaching for my hand, he smiles shyly at me and leads me back up the main staircase and into the bathroom. “Lean over the sink and I’ll remove your tail.” I do as he says and watch as he carefully wiggles and pulls until the plug pops out of me, it’s a bit rougher as the lube clearly dissipated overnight but theslight pain is welcome. I thought I’d feel relieved but in actual fact I feel empty.
“Take a shower, I will make us some breakfast, it’s not long now before you need to leave. Over there are your clothes, you should dress before coming down to eat.” I nod and watch as he walks out and closes the door.
I look at myself in the mirror and realize he forgot to take off my collar. I stare at myself, naked with collar on and see myself in an entirely different light. I have just spent a night with a stranger as his dog. I did it. I enjoyed it. I’m getting paid for it. He said I look cute in his collar, and I’m almost hesitant to remove it. But I would hate to ruin the leather so I unfasten it and begin to run the luxurious rain shower and step in. I try not to get my hair wet but lather my body in his manly smelling shower gel. Once I’m showered, dried and dressed, I put the collar back on and walk down the stairs to find him back in the kitchen serving scrambled eggs on toast with avocados and mushrooms.
He turns to look at me and beams at me, dressed but also back in his collar. “I know I said it before but the collar really does suit you, being a dog suited you too,” he says as if that’s the most normal sentence you may ever hear. “I guess now you’re not really my pet any more you can speak, if that’s ok with you.”
“Thank you,” I reply, my voice husky after being quiet for so long. “Breakfast smells delicious.”
“Are you ok to sit and eat here in the kitchen?”
“Sure. You have a beautiful kitchen,” I reply looking around at the light wood cabinetry and rounded edges of the marble countertops.
“Thank you. My best friend is a carpenter.”
“Lucky you,” I say jokingly, “because he’s done an excellent job.”
We eat in companionable silence for a bit, both lost in thoughts of our experience together.
Pouring out two glasses of orange juice, he hands one to me just before the clock strikes 8am. Just like Cinderella, that’s my cue to leave.
I take a couple of mouthfuls of juice before I hop down off the stool, Freddie moving around me. He takes both my hands in his and looks me square in the eyes, “Thank you Roxy, for being everything I have ever imagined and more.” I blush at his compliment. “I understand what I like to do is unusual and not for everyone. I couldn’t tell if it was your thing or not because you played the part so well. If you’re not into it, you were incredible.” He smiles at me as his thumbs rub up and down my hands.
“Here, let me unfasten that collar before you leave.” Reaching behind my ponytail, he unbuckles the collar, and the air meets my neck again. Without it I suddenly feel bare, more so than when I wasn’t wearing any clothes. Walking me to the door, Freddie reaches for my cheek and plants a soft light kiss on my lips. “Goodbye Roxy, I hope we meet again.”
“Goodbye Freddie. Thank you for teaching me how to become a pet for the night. I think you have changed me in ways I can’t put into words just yet.”
