“You’ll be voiding your bladder outside…on a leash. As a real pet, until I’ve decided you’ve earned the privilege of using the bathroom in the house again.”
“B-but…can you do that?” Her tone suggested defiance, but her watery gaze said something different.
“Poor girl. You have no idea the things I can and will do to you. You are mine. The Council of Nine gave you to me. You would’ve been killed, cremated, and tossed into the sea long ago if I hadn’t volunteered to take you as my ward and slave.”
Her mouth opened slowly. “You…you volunteered…for me?” “Yes, pet. I chose you. I like an intelligent woman with a spark, not easily subdued. You have that by the bucket load.” He tilted her chin up, kissing her nose. “I chose you. Wanted you.”
He barely heard her whisper, “I’m sorry. I’ve been a disappointment.”
Did she believe that?
“My dear, I’m upset and quite angry at the moment with your reckless and irresponsible behavior, but I’m in no way disappointed or regretful of my choice. You may doubt your ability to submit, to become my slave, but I have no qualms about your ability. Or mine in training you, for that matter.”
Her eyes brightened through her tears, but she didn’t respond. But he knew it would work out. He’d believe for both of them.
“Come. Before your next punishment, I’ll bring you outside to void.” He snapped the leather leash onto her collar, giving it a gentle tug. “You’ll stay on your hands and knees.”
“Won’t Cook and Billex see?” She pulled her head back, almost jerking the length of leather out of his hand.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Are you really doing this right now? You’ll crawl and do as I say, regardless of who is around. If you require further training on obeying in front of others, you won’t like how I do it. I suggest you comply before I add that to your punishments.”
She quickly dropped her head and stared at the floor then crawled, albeit slowly, toward him.
Smart girl.
As she had voiced and feared, both Billex and Cook were talking in the kitchen when they entered. Xan announced their presence loudly. “The bad girl has to urinate outside until she earns back the right to privacy. Don’t mind us. Carry on.” Looking over his shoulder, he noted her face was red, the blush creeping down her neck to her chest. Xan had no doubt having her hair as a veil comforted her immensely.
The late fall day had warmed nicely. He walked her to the side of his property, near some neatly trimmed bushes then snapped a twig from one of them and stripped its leaves. “I’ll have this little switch ready for your naughty bum, so I suggest you abide quickly to my orders. Yes?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Up on your haunches, asshole pointing straight down, knees up. You’ll piss in this position, legs wide open. Nothing hidden from your Master. Nothing.”
She choked out a sob, shaking her head. She didn’t dare say no out loud, but even a nonverbal negative response wouldn’t be tolerated by him.
He flicked the twig quickly, snapping her backside, leaving red lines with every swipe. “Yes! Do it now!”
The incentive worked, and she didn’t delay getting into position.
“Hold your tail off the ground. And, stop that infernal crying and relieve yourself.”
He stood quietly watching her. Her pink lips glistened with her arousal. It excited him that she responded so easily to his domination, that her body literally dripped with need.
Her hiccups began to grate on his nerves. He growled, “If necessary, I’ll beat the piss out of you.” He paused letting that sink in. “Is that what you want?”
She sobbed. “Nooooo, Master.”
“Then piss! We’re not leaving until the deed is done.”
She closed her eyes, stilling her cries, and within seconds, the hiss of her urine could be heard.
“Keep your tail up.” Waiting patiently until she’d finished, he gently held her by the elbows. Helping her trembling legs to straighten, he walked her away from the area. Rubbing her back he said, “You did it—my sweet pet. It’ll be easier every time. Now, back on your knees. You have a paddle waiting for you inside.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Blythe lay on the bed, hiccups racking her body. He’d paddled her mercilessly upon re-entry to the office. That one had been for the act of medicating them, putting their lives in danger. Gingerly, she let her fingertips graze over her welted, sore ass. She couldn’t tolerate any more. She just couldn’t. But he’d sent her up here with no sign of clemency, telling her to lie face down on the bed, and that he’d be up shortly.
She tried valiantly to halt her crying, but her body and emotions seemed to need the release. She’d actually missed him, wanted to be back at his house—safe, warm, and cared for. But after this…she wondered at her level of sanity.
And now she’d be forced to use the backyard like the family dog?
His shoes fell heavily on the wooden stairs. Her body trembled. Clutching the bedspread in her fists, she fought off the urge to run…anywhere. Would he actually punish her again?
The door clicked shut. “Blythe?”
She picked her head up, turning to look him in the eye—but focused on his empty hands.
“No more spankings. You’ve had enough, for now, girl, though we’re far from done. But I won’t be disciplining your backside anymore today…or any day soon either.” He sat on the bed next to her, opening the nightstand to pull out a tube of the healing lotion he’d used on her before. It had been wonderful, soothing the pain and reducing the intensity of the bruising and marks.
“Yes, Master.”
“I take care of what is mine. I’m not sorry for your blistering today, my pet. But, I don’t want you suffering, either. I believe the lesson has been learned.” He cool fingers worked the ointment into her bottom.
Sucking in air through her teeth, Blythe knew the pain of rubbing it in would be worth it. She exhaled, her shivery breath ending on another hiccup racking her chest.
“My poor pet,” Master cooed.
Blythe closed her eyes, resting on her arms, relaxing into his ministrations, remembering how afraid she’d been at the cabin alone…and hungry. Remembered how she longed to be in this bed—his bed—feeling his arms around her. She may have been severely punished, and deservedly so, but she felt calm, protected, and almost…glad? Glad to be back at his house.
As if he’d read her mind, he questioned softly, “Are you sorry I found you?”
“No, Master.”
“I know you’re unhappy right now, but the spankings are necessary. I can’t have you do this again. Ever. I was so worried until I checked my camera for the cabin and saw you there. The relief I felt, you can’t even imagine.”
She leaned up on a hip to look at him closely. He genuinely meant it. There was no anger, sarcasm, or mirth present. Just honest caring. “I just… I thought if I could get home, back to Terra, I’d find everyone I love. I miss my family and my friends. I don’t even know where my shipmates are. I had to try.”
He nodded, his eyes misting. “I never anticipated falling for you. An assistant was all I expected, and a good slave, after some training, but I never in a million years thought I’d fall in love.”
Does he mean that?
He cleared his throat, tossing the ointment back into the dressers, and abruptly stood. “On your back, pet. Lace your hands behind your head. Knees up.”
She’d become familiar with this position. He liked her pussy spread wide for him.
Is he going to punish me there?
She clenched with worry.
“What was that for?”
She stared back at him, not responding.
“Pet?” He dragged out the word in warning.
“I wondered if you were going to spank my pussy?”
He shook his head, smiling. “Not tonight. I have other plans for your hot cunt.” He slipped his clothes off, taking off his white dress shirt first.
His tanned chest came into view, the muscles rippling in his shoulders and biceps rippling. Her eyes followed the thin line of hair dipping inside his pants. He slowly unbuckled his belt, and although she knew it wasn’t necessary, he pulled the length from his pants—fast. The ker-schlap of the leather whipping against the cloth loops had her hips swiveling, tightly squeezing her buttocks and little hole.
“That’s the response I was hoping for. Is your cunt dripping, girl?”
“Jesus. Yes, Master.” Her hips thrust upward. She shifted her body, her labia giving her clit a quick rub.
Having undone his zipper and button, his pants and boxers whispered down his legs, puddling at his feet. He pointed his finger directly at her.
“You rub that clit again, and I’ll spank your little pussy, regardless of the fact that I said I wouldn’t. You keep those pretty pink ruffles and little nub exposed to me.”
“Yes, Sir.” She opened her legs, the moist lips of her sex opening, air brushing along the sensitive flesh, her womb clenched tightly. A quiet gasp escaped her lips.
Now free from the restraint of his boxers, his cock sprang up, jutting forward, bouncing in front of her. “You’re dripping onto my sheets, girl.” He slid facedown across the bed, pulling each of her legs over his shoulders, then cupping an ass cheek with each hand.
Blythe swore the pain from her bottom shot straight to her sex, but when he circled her clit with his tongue, her feet pressed into the bed, her hips rising, and she then slid her sex along his nose. She ground along his face until those large hands left her buttocks gripping her hips, holding her still.
“Ohhhh God!” She growled with frustration at being held immobile, her back arching and her neck lengthening.
He chuckled into her pussy, the vibration traveling along the tissue,. Licking and poking with the tip of his tongue, he missed not a spot. She struggled against his tight hold, gasping and moaning with each swipe of his expert mouth.
He pulled away, blowing lightly on the bundle of nerves, and she screeched in response, gripping his hair, desperately attempting to force his face back to her pussy.
“Girl! If you know what’s good for your little ass, you’ll put those hands back in place.” His dark eyes peeped above her mound, pinning her with a stern glare under furrowed brows.
Her sex clenched and before she could comply, an orgasm overcame her, teeth gritting while spasm after spasm shook her body.
“I wasn’t even licking or touching you. You just came on your own?”
Between breathy pants, she laughed. “It was…the threat…the rumble of …your voice.”
He whistled low, murmuring, “Well, shit.”
With her eyes closed, she felt the bed dip under his movement and heard him pad to the adjoining bathroom. The door opened and closed, water running. He returned and opened the nightstand drawer then and closed it.
“We have one more punishment in this room tonight, pet.”
Her eyes flew open, finding him standing with his cock jutting in front of him, holding the impossibly large dildo modeled after him in his hand, lube in the other. “We’re inserting this into your bottom. You’ll be taking the whole of me tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Xan knelt on the bed, twirling his finger toward Blythe. “Roll over. Get your ass up.”
“Oh!” Her voice quivered, but she rolled over obediently. The marks and bruises on her bottom were serious. The cream would lessen the visibility of many of them by morning, but it didn’t alleviate the guilt washing over him.
She’d taken almost the complete length of him with their nightly practice, but this would be the first time she’d receive it all and for punishment. Her ability to handle it or having an orgasm was of no concern to him. He wouldn’t injure or damage her in any way, of course, but her arousal wouldn’t be of significance. This had to do with his satisfaction, and would be an act to re-establish their roles.
As the dominant Master, he required she put his needs above her own. Misbehavior took her out of his good graces, creating an imbalance in their power dynamic. Defiance on her part meant she still wanted control, wanting to manipulate him, topping from the bottom. Obedience was rewarded; defiance incurred punishment.
A slave who had broken the rules was not allowed to come. Even though she had come on her own without any touch or assistance on his part—had gone off like a firecracker.
She is full of surprises.
She eyed the dildo, pale and trembling. She should trust him more. He already knew she would receive it with minimal exertion or he wouldn’t be doing it.
But, she doesn’t know that.
It was a good thing for her to have a healthy fear of him. He needed her to trust him, but knowing he’d do things that frightened her, pushing her limits, would help her trust him implicitly.
“Ass up, girl. You know the routine by now.” He slapped the outside of her thigh. Her insolence knew no bounds.
She pulled her hips up, widening her legs as trained.
“Pull your cheeks apart and keep them spread.”
Her long slender finger spread open her red bottom. Her little hole opened slightly for him. After lubing the dildo, he pressed the head easily into her. “Push back, girl. Open for me.”
The first two thirds slipped in easily—the size she’d been accepting of him. Now to get the rest into her. He added more lube to her hole, putting a large dollop on the dildo. He pumped the hard plastic in and out of her, pushing it deeper into her dark channel. “Almost there, pet.”
“I can’t. We have to stop. I’ll…I’m going to rip.”
“You’re not even close to ripping. And, no, we’re not stopping. Push back and quit whining.” Reaching under her, he stroked her clit, gliding along the copious juices coating her labia, dipping the tip of his finger into her sex, stroking along the soft tissue. The tight ring of muscle thinned around the girth of the insertable, her keening taking on a higher pitch than he liked.
He continued to press down on the cock, while stroking her clit.
Her breathing increased, her breasts wobbling with the activity, jostling against his upper arm, causing his cock to jerk in response, pre-cum beading on the tip. “Push. Harder!”
Blythe strained, pushing her hips back and with a shout that resembled resembling a long growl, the last of the dildo disappeared, the pink pucker closing around the neck of the toy.
“Good girl.”
Her face relaxed against the sheets, sweat beading on her brow. She released her grip on the bedspread and shook her hands lightly.
“On your back. I want to come inside you before I take your ass.”
His balls ached, and if he didn’t come soon, he’d never last in her ass. He’d been wanting to fuck her since he’d stripped her at the cabin. Between the two paddlings, her voiding outside, and all the other activities, he felt like a gentle breeze would have him going off.
Trying desperately to hide his smile, he listened to her groaning with each exaggerated slow move, the dildo obviously uncomfortably jostling with every shift of her body. She looked adorable, moving at a sloth’s pace to recline on her back.
“I’m growing impatient with your deliberate slowness. If you don’t pick up the pace, I’ll find something to help you hop to it.”
“It hurts!” she whined, pouting at him.
Is she trying to manipulate me for sympathy?
And this is why he had hesitated in displaying his love for her. He didn’t want her to think she could sway his decisions by using his feelings against him.
“Pouting is cured with a hairbrush. Have you ever heard that before?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
“Let me get mine.” He moved toward the edge of the bed to retrieve his hairbrush from the bathroom.
She flopped onto her back immediately. She closed her eyes, holding her belly. The large intrusion must be cramping her intestines.
He positioned himself between her leg
s, sitting on his heels, waiting for her eyes to flutter open. “New rule. If I move to retrieve an implement, or start unbuckling my belt, it will be used whether you decide to quickly comply or not. You will respond before a threat is made, clear?”
“Yes, Master.”
Lining his cock up to her, he slipped into her hot, moist cunt. Her hot sheath pulsing around him, squeezing tightly.
His balls drew up close. He pumped into her, increasing his pace, his cock lengthening.
Blythe grunted with each impale.
“I’m coming, girl.” The slapping of their skin echoed off the walls of his room, his body slamming against her. The familiar tingle in base of his spine preceded his shout, his cock spurting his seed into her. Slipping from her to rest on his haunches, he stared at her bright pink pussy, now dripping with his semen.
“I missed your hot cunt, girl.”
“I missed a lot of things here.” Her voice sounded small, wistful.
“Like what, my pet?” He was anxious to hear what ran through her head during her time of loneliness.
Squirming, she averted her eyes. With a hand to her chin, he pulled her to him, and she stuttered out her answer, “I missed feeling your arms around me. I missed my pet bed.” She looked over at her bed up against the wall. “I missed feeling safe and protected. I missed you.” Her cheeks blushed at the admission. “I think I realized I love you, too, Master.”
He swallowed past the lump in his throat, his chest constricting.
She loves me? After everything I’ve done to her?
“Do you still feel that way? Even after your punishments today?”
She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes, dampening her long lashes.
He reached out, pulling a long strand of her red hair, twirling it between his fingers. “I’ll do my best to love and care for you the way you deserve. You’ll be my cherished pet…my slave.” Springing the curl from his finger, he stared at her quietly before whispering, “But you do know part of that care means I’ll punish you for misbehavior, right, my pet?”
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