Page 31 of The Shame Game

She held perfectly still as he slid his fingertip inside her, but she couldn’t help the way her pussy clamped down. His rich chuckle made her cheeks flush hotter. “Sucking it right in,” he said again, his amusement plain, and slid in just a fraction deeper.

She was concentrating so hard on not moving that she didn’t feel him shift, then suddenly his voice was right next to her ear. “You look so fucking hot, Mandy,” he whispered. “With your tail up over your back and your cunt in the air. Like a bitch in heat, aren’t you, just begging for it? Would you sit up and beg for me, Mandy-girl? Would you beg for my cock?”

The words hit like slaps, and humiliation washed over her. She wanted to hide, to turn her face away so he couldn’t see it, couldn’t see the red flush that heated her cheeks, or the lust she knew was in her eyes. Because as much as the words brought a sweeping shame that made her want to hide, they also brought the most intense, all-encompassing lust she’d ever felt.

So she forced her eyes to remain open and turned her head so she could look up into his face. His eyes were blazing, like blue fire, lit from within by lust and excitement and love. So much love for her. Even like this, with her very humanity stripped away, that love was there, bright and strong and true.

It gave her courage to see it, to feel it, and to know that no matter what, it would never go away.

“Would you?” he repeated and slid his finger deeper. His lips curled into a softly cruel smile when she whined, her hips giving a short, involuntary spasm before she controlled it, her cunt clamping down on his finger.

“Beg,” he commanded softly. “Beg like a bitch in heat.”

She couldn’t use her words, but she could use her voice, her body, so that was what she did. Whines and whimpers spilled from her throat and she pushed her hips back into his invading finger, wordlessly pleading for more. His hand was planted on the floor by her shoulder, so she turned her head to nuzzle and lick at his fingers, his wrist. The scent and taste of his skin, of James, made her nearly frantic with need, and she battered at him with her paws.

His soft laugh was delightfully wicked. “Such a slutty little puppy I have,” he crooned. “Such a needy, slutty puppy.”

She whined in protest when he moved away, leaving her aching pussy empty. Her hips humped up, seeking, and he laughed again.

“Like a bitch in heat,” he said, the satisfied smirk on his face making her blush once more even as her pussy clenched in reaction, then he was moving behind her.

His jeans scraped her tender inner thighs as he nudged her knees apart, the bite of his zipper cold against her heated skin. Then his cock was there, hot and hard. He dragged it across her clit, laughing when she jumped, then shoved it deep in one thrust.

She bit her lip so hard to keep from screaming that she tasted blood. God, he felt huge, the plug in her ass forcing him to make space where it felt as though there was none, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she could take it.

She pressed her face into the rug, struggling to breathe, to adapt. Her pussy was fluttering, adjusting to accommodate his girth, her opening stretched deliciously tight around him. That was her favorite part of sex, that stretch and burn at the beginning, pain and pleasure all at once, and it was so, so good.

Then he grabbed the base of the plug and tugged, so the widest part pulled against the tight ring of muscle, and she was stretched there, too. To her utter shock, she felt the first hard flutters of an orgasm.

“Both your pretty little holes stuffed full,” he said, his voice coming to her through the roaring in her ears, “and that’s all it takes for my slutty puppy to come.”

He pulled himself free, dragging his cock through her snug sheath while keeping the tension on the butt plug. Something cool and wet hit her overheated flesh, and she realized he was adding lube. Then he shoved forward, impaling her once more, and she screamed as she came.

He fucked her through it with cock and plug, shoving both deep before pulling them almost free, then going deep again. A second orgasm followed the first, the force and the speed of it catching her by surprise. Her body spasmed and jerked against him, the pleasure going on for so long that it became torment, but still he kept on until she was clinging to the thin edge of sanity.

Then he stiffened inside her, shoved deep one last time, and roared as he came, flooding her with come and heat and, impossibly, set off a third round of spasms. By the time he’d softened inside her, she felt half dead.

But what a way to go.

He pulled free, his cock scraping hard against her bruised and swollen cunt, and she shuddered. Then he was kneeling in front of her, his half-hard cock in hand, dripping with his come and hers. He tangled his other hand in her hair, dragging her up. “Suck me clean,” he said, and she opened her mouth to obey without a thought.

She sucked gently, tasting both of them, the moment intimate and filthy in the best possible way. When he was clean, she let him go with a last, loving lick, and laid her head down on the rug again while he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face as she began to drift away. “That’s my good girl.”

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James glanced at the clock on the bedside table, then at the woman curled up at the foot of the bed. It was ten o’clock, and normally they’d just be thinking about getting ready for bed. But it had been a long, tiring day, and his puppy girl was already asleep.

God, she was cute. The ears were crooked on her head, knocked askew when she’d tucked her hands under her cheek. The mittens and booties still covered her hands and feet, and the way she was curled on her side meant he could just see the edge of the tail over her hip.

He frowned and checked the clock again. She’d worn the tail—and the plug—for most of the day without a break. He’d added lube a couple of times, wanting to make sure she didn’t dry out, and he’d removed it completely after dinner. That had been so he could fuck her ass, though, and it had been promptly replaced once he’d come deep inside her clutching hole, so couldn’t really be counted as a break.

He’d removed the tail from the base of the plug, and the rest of her gear, when he’d given her a bath afterward. He’d wondered if the loss of all the paraphernalia would jolt her out of puppy mode, and had been prepared to end the scene there if it had. But she’d sat quietly while he’d wet her down and soaped her up in the big walk-in shower, rubbing her head against his hand and licking the water from his wrist. And when he’d taken the hand-held nozzle to rinse her off, she’d frolicked and splashed with excited yips, and shaken herself so hard she’d fallen over. After, she’d leaned against him as he was drying her off, and sat obediently to have her ears, tail, and paws put back on. Then she’d grabbed the end of the towel in her teeth and growled, resulting in a careful game of tug-of-war and another round of orgasms.

Her delighted reaction had been a far cry from their trip to that same shower earlier in the day.

His lips twitched when he remembered the absolute outrage on her face when she’d realized that he expected her to do everything like a puppy—including pee.

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