Page 30 of The Shame Game

She nodded and released his arm. She stayed where she was, sprawled on the sofa in what she was sure was a completely inelegant display, arms and legs akimbo and breathing hard, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t Amanda right now, public relations professional and wife. She was Mandy, a happy puppy who didn’t concern herself with looking young or beautiful or sexy. Mandy just had fun.

James stood and pushed the coffee table out of the way, then the chairs that sat on the other side, creating a large space on the rug in front of the couch. He sat on his haunches and turned to her with a smile. “Come on, Mandy, come down.”

Amanda scrambled to obey, falling to her hands and knees on the floor and hurrying to sit in front of him. “Good girl,” he crooned, lifting both hands to stroke over her face. He reached up into her hair and adjusted her headband. No doubt it had gotten knocked askew while they were on the couch, and she giggled.

He grinned down at her. “I like seeing my Mandy-girl happy,” he told her, and gave her hair a last pat. “You want to play, Mandy-girl? Do you?”

She nodded and barked, a high-pitched sound that made him laugh.

“All right, we’ll play,” he said, and with a gentle hand on her shoulder, shoved her over.

She yipped in surprise—it was a little weird how she’d fallen right into those puppy sounds—and scrambled back on to her hands and knees. She lowered her chest to the floor and pushed her butt high in the air in the best approximation of a dog’s play bow that she could manage, gave a wiggle and growled.

His laugh rang out, a joyful sound that was cut off abruptly when she pounced on him.

They rolled across the rug, his laughter mixing with her yips and growls and barks. He shoved her with gentle hands, and she battered at him with her paws and did her best to keep her nips light.

“Oh, such a happy puppy,” he exclaimed as he rolled her to her back. She struggled to turn, to push up onto all fours so she could pounce again, but this time he kept her pinned, and his hands, only moments before pushing and patting, curved over her breasts.

She stilled at the contact, a startled yip slipping from her throat. Her skin was damp from the tussle, warm and soft, and his hands were hard. He plucked at her nipples, the restraint he’d shown during their wrestling match gone, and this time the yip she let out was higher.

He laughed, and this time his delight had a darker, sharper edge. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “You’ve been a good girl, Mandy. Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”

She could only pant in response. The desire she’d felt when he’d pushed the plug into her ass over an hour ago came roaring back, pumping through her like a drug. Her nipples were hard under his fingers, her breasts swelling with arousal and need. Her pussy gave a hard pulse and her hips jerked in reaction, the movement making the plug shift inside her, and her pussy clamped down again in response.

“Oh, my girl wants a reward, doesn’t she?” James purred, and slid his hand away from her breasts, down the damp skin of her belly, to tangle in her pubic hair. He tugged lightly, pulling up so the skin around her clit tightened, and her hips rolled in response. “Yes, she does.”

He tugged her pubic hair again, then let it go. She held her breath, waiting for the touch of his hand on her pussy. She gave a startled yip of surprise when instead, he gripped her hip and flipped her over onto her belly.

“Ass in the air, Mandy-girl,” he said, and she complied, pushing her knees under her hips so her butt stuck up high. She started to push her torso up as well, but a firm tap on her butt made her freeze. “No, keep your little paws right where they are,” he said, so she stayed put, her butt high and her cheek pressed to the rug, waiting for whatever he had planned next.

“There we go,” he said, his voice ripe with satisfaction. “There’s that pretty tail I wanted to see.”

She blushed, her cheeks hot as she realized what she must look like. She could feel the tail against the lower curves of her buttocks and her upper thighs. She wiggled a little, an instinctive reaction to the tickling caress, and the soft fur brushed against her exposed labia.

He tsked under his breath. “Look what you’ve done, Mandy-girl,” he admonished lightly, and she felt him lift the tail out of the way. “You’ve gotten your tail all wet.”

She pushed her face into the rug, cheeks flaming, when he lifted the tail. The plug seated firmly in her backside moved slightly, and the sudden stimulation made her pussy clench. She pictured what he must be seeing, her upturned ass speared by the plug, the tail firmly attached, and below, her embarrassingly wet pussy.

The thought made her clench down again, and she couldn’t hold back the moan.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly. There was another slight tug on the plug, then she felt the tail brush against her lower back. He’d turned it, she realized, and in doing so exposed everything.

It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, she reminded herself. They’d had sex in this position hundreds of times over the years, and that didn’t even factor in all the times she’d been bent over the bed, or a bench, or his lap for a spanking. So why did this time feel so different?

Maybe it was that the power differential was so acute. Puppies were literally owned, and even though it was just another role, it made a difference. She’d never wanted to be a slave, and James had never asked it of her, but if this was the way it felt she could understand the appeal. She felt completely controlled in a way she never did when they were just James and Amanda. And in a way, completely free. She didn’t have to worry about anything except being what she was in that moment—a puppy who just wanted her owner to play with her.

And oh, she did. Her pussy felt swollen, her clit engorged. Her inner lips would be bright pink, plumped with blood and flowering open to reveal the tender opening behind.Not opening, she thought,hole. Her pretty little hole would be nearly visible, wet and begging for something to fill it.

Just like last night, that one word sent her head spinning. Her pussy pulsed—hard—clenching on nothing even as her anus clamped down on the invading plug, and both sensations made her moan again.

“Oh, yes,” James said softly. “Just look at that pretty little hole.”

She wanted so badly to speak, to beg him to fill her, but contented herself with a high whine.Look at it, she thought wildly, pushing her hips even higher so he could see clearly how much she wanted, needed, to be fucked.Look at my pretty, greedy hole. I need you, need your cock. Please, fuck me.

“You want to be fucked, Mandy-girl?” he said. She jerked, her breath whining out as he circled that tender, slick opening with one rough fingertip. She tried to push her hips back even farther, wanting nothing more than to impale herself on that probing finger, and jerked when he slapped her ass. “Keep still,” he warned her, “or you won’t get to play.”

She bit her tongue against the pleas that wanted to spill out and forced her body into stillness. “That’s my good girl,” he said, and rewarded her with another light stroke over her cunt. “Oh, you do want to play. Why, this pussy is so wet, so eager, it’s practically sucking my finger right in.”

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