Taming Their Pet

by Sara Fields

  “Noah, I think she needs a good reminder of who is in charge here. I’ll go fetch Isabella in the meantime,” he said.

  “I think you’re right, Zack. Come, Becky, follow me. You’re getting a spanking to remind you who owns you,” Noah growled.

  Zack smiled as he walked away. He knew that a simple hand spanking would allow them to decide if Becky was being honest with the two of them and Noah was the one to do it. It would be the perfect way to ascertain if Becky was being serious or just playing them for fools.

  As he made his way to the bedroom, he heard the telltale sounds of Becky’s yelps and the harsh smack of Noah’s palm against her bare ass. It was like music to his ears. He opened the door and entered his bedroom and saw Isabella’s wide eyes watching him.

  “Someone’s getting spanked,” she blurted out at seeing him.

  “Perceptive, are we?” he replied, unlocking the cage and swinging open the door slowly all while unable to keep a smirk from his lips.

  “Smartass,” she whispered.

  “Careful, Bella, watch that language or else you’ll be joining her,” he admonished and her mouth clamped shut.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied carefully.

  “Then come on, crawl out of the cage, and follow me,” he directed.

  He watched as her chocolate-brown waves fell around her shoulders and his cock hardened as he imagined sinking his hands into those beautiful long locks. She crept forward, her curvy hips swaying side to side and his balls tightened painfully at the sight.

  She moved to stand up and he decided he didn’t want her to.

  “No, you’ll crawl to the kitchen in front of me. Now, get moving, or else I’ll smack that backside for disobeying me,” he said firmly and she glared back at him. Her little eyes narrowed and he could tell that she was itching to say something back, to test him, but she didn’t.

  When she turned away and moved to obey him, he couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. Yeah… he was going to have a blast with this one.

  Chapter Five

  Isabella crawled down the hall, positive that her face was as red as a cherry. She knew that Zack could see everything in between her legs, including her pussy and her bottom hole. She knew that he’d seen it already, but being on display felt incredibly shameful, yet oddly erotic. She nearly whined aloud when she felt telltale trickles of moisture flow from her channel onto her secret folds, but she did the best she could to hold back and not make a sound. She hoped he couldn’t see her dampness, but there was little she could do to stop him even if he did. Instead, she chewed on her bottom lip.

  Her time in the cage had calmed her, like it was her very own safe space where she could be herself and not worry about always being in control, like she had been brought up to be. It was nice to be told what to do and how to do it and not have to worry about what other people thought. It was nice to just obey.

  Maybe… just maybe, it was possible that she was cut out for this sort of thing after all?

  Shaking her head, she tried to throw the thought from her mind. This kind of treatment was humiliating and embarrassing, to crawl on the floor practically naked in front of a man. It was even more shameful to find pleasure in such an act. With a sigh, she crawled until she reached the living room area as the sound of skin hitting skin broke through her reminiscing. Her eyes opened wide when she saw a naked woman over Noah’s knees getting what looked to be the spanking of a lifetime. With a heavy swallow, she stilled.

  A smack rang out much closer to her ears and she yelped when she realized Zack had taken the opportunity to spank her own bottom cheek. The sting took a long moment to hit her, but when it did, she lurched forward toward the table at the center of the room. He smacked the other side of her ass and she yipped, glaring backward at him only to see a happy-looking grin on his face.

  Her lower lip pouted as she went to take a seat, but his hand on her shoulder stopped her. He sat down first and wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively lifting her clean off the floor and onto his lap.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, whirling herself to face him.

  “I’m going to feed you. I ordered us a pizza. I bet it’s been some time since you had a slice of a good pie, huh?”

  “I love pizza,” she replied, dragging out the word as though she could taste it on her tongue. She hated to admit it, but he was correct. She hadn’t had a decent piece of a pie since she’d left the safety of her hometown back on Earth.

  “Good,” he said, pulling the boxes closer to them. When she saw the cheesy goodness complete with all the toppings she used to love, she almost drooled.

  “Oh, that looks delicious,” she said.

  “I’m glad. This is one of my favorite meals, but it’s a special treat.”

  He held up a piece of pizza up to her lips and she tentatively opened her mouth for him. She bit off a small piece and chewed, allowing the glorious flavors to wash over her tongue.

  “Oh, my God, that is so good,” she exclaimed.

  He took a bite next before bringing it back to her mouth. As he fed her mouthful after mouthful, the two of them were silent while they watched Noah chastise the naked blonde girl. She shivered, imagining herself in the same scenario. Her bottom clenched in nervousness and anticipation. Chewing her lips, she squeezed her thighs together, knowing that watching such things triggered the arousal deep inside her. She tried her best to quench the strange yearning simmering deep inside her body.

  Zack put down the rest of their lunch, threading his fingers up and over her shoulders to grasp her nipples. He tweaked each one, just a little, and she arched back against him.

  “Open your legs, pet. Show your master what you’re hiding,” he whispered in her ear. “If you don’t, I’ll carry you over there and put you over my knee for the spanking you so desperately need.”

  She shivered.

  What should she do? Other than a few swats, she’d never experienced a spanking to the extent that blonde girl was receiving. Did she want to experience such a thing? Did she want to be punished for being naughty and not listening to Zack’s directions? What would it be like?

  Zack’s fingers traced down her torso and against her thighs. Unconsciously, her thighs pressed harder together, fighting the impropriety and shameful nature of what he was asking her to do and of his fingers touching her there.

  “Pet, open your legs or you’ll be spanked,” he urged once again, making it blatantly clear that she had a choice about what was to happen next.

  Squirming a little on his lap, she kept her thighs closed, unsure of what she should do. Caught up in the confusion in her head, she lost track of time and before she knew it, he had thrown her up and over his shoulder and stalked toward the couch. In a fraction of a second, she found herself facedown over his lap, her bottom propped up high over his knee. His arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her up even higher than before. Her backside felt vulnerable and incredibly bare in the strappy leather outfit she was wearing. Trembling, she waited, not knowing what to do next.

  His hand floated across her skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps and a shiver to race across her flesh. He lifted her tail and laid it against her back, the fur tickling her just a little. Its movement reminded her of the heavy plug still deep in her bottom, reminding her just how much control these men had over her.

  “Bella, such a naughty pet. Now I’m going to have to spank you. Bad girls who don’t listen to their masters get punished,” he said softly and what breath she had left her lungs rushed out in one single whoosh of air.

  Every nerve in her backside came alive, as did the ones between her legs. She groaned, feeling just how much moisture had gathered there.

  His palm left her skin and cracked back down, directly between her cheeks and low enough so that it reverberated over the top of her pussy. He spanked her there a few more times before she realized that it was beginning to sting, just
a little bit, but it wasn’t terrible. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Then he began to pick up the pace, his hand hitting harder as time went on until it started to hurt a whole lot more.

  Wriggling a little, she tried to avoid his heavy palm, but the bites of the spanks just kept getting deeper and more powerful with every passing second.

  “Ouch, please! I’ve had enough!” she cried out, only to hear both Noah and Zack chuckle at her words.

  “Oh, no, pet, you don’t get to determine when a spanking is over. Your masters get to decide. And this bottom of yours is going to be thoroughly punished before I’m through. You won’t deny me access to that pussy of yours ever again,” Zack scolded her.

  She yelped as his smacks suddenly increased in intensity and his grip tightened on her waist. He spanked up and down her bottom, even focusing on the tops of her thighs. It hurt much more than she thought it would.

  Why had she thought this was something sexy? Why did it make her wet with need and why was her pussy dripping with her arousal? What was wrong with her? Her core pulsed as her sore bottom lifted, his broad hand smacking her aching skin.

  “Ouch! Please, Zack!” she cried out.

  “Master Zack,” he corrected with a few harsh spanks to the area where her thighs met the lower curve of her bottom.

  “Oh! Master Zack! I’m sorry!”

  “Not as much as you’re going to be, pet,” he said, continuing to tan her backside with vigor. She’d bet her bottom matched the color of the blonde girl’s, if not even redder.

  “Please!” she cried, unsure if she was asking him to stop or asking him for more. Her muscles clenched with building need, as her body flew with an odd sense of euphoria.

  Tear prickled at the edges of her eyes, even as her clit throbbed with unmet desire. He thrashed her hard and she kicked and tried to wiggle away but he held her firm. Every spank met its mark. Eventually, he attacked her upper thighs and the dam of emotions she was holding back flew apart as tears dripped down her cheeks.

  Feeling thoroughly chastised, she lay over his lap like a bad little girl who had gotten in trouble with her parents. She didn’t quite feel as sexy as she thought being spanked would be like.

  “Open your legs, pet.”

  She didn’t hesitate this time and when his finger reached forward and glided against her wetness, she moaned with desire and shame. There was no doubt now. He knew just how turned on she was by the whole scenario. He’d hate her, her arousal would disgust him and he’d throw her to the wayside, she thought.

  “My my, what do we have here,” he mused aloud.

  “Please! I’m sorry! I don’t know why I’m like that,” she whimpered, terrified of what was to happen next.

  “Noah, I think we lucked out with this one. She’s drenched like a naughty little pet,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, and incredibly seductive suddenly.

  Another pair of hands ran up and down her back, only to grasp her achy bottom cheeks and spread them apart.

  “Look at how wet she is. Bring her to the bedroom. With those juices, taming her will be easy,” Noah said darkly and she shivered at the promise hidden in his words. “I’ll send Becky to the kitten house and post a special guard to watch over her. I’ll be back shortly, brother.”

  Isabella wasn’t paying much attention to the other two people in the room as her pussy smoldered with heat. All she could think about was the men who had taken over her care, the men who owned her and how hard her clit was throbbing with her lust. She wanted more, she needed more.

  Zack stood and held her tight to his chest and she clutched at him, passion coursing through every millimeter of her veins. As she laid her cheek on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and just felt the rhythm of his steady heartbeat pulsing against her skin.

  His heavy footsteps sounded against the wooden floor as they ventured back down the hall to the bedroom. She didn’t care that she shouldn’t want this, she just did. She wanted them both and her body screamed for them.

  She opened her eyes slowly as Zack threw her on the bed on her back.

  “Open your legs for me, pet. Show me what is mine to take.”

  Throwing her head back, she splayed her legs in a wanton display of her lust and Zack growled with his own desire. She felt strangely powerful, knowing that she had such an effect on him. His eyes devoured every inch of her body, darkening with sultry promises that she ached to explore with him.

  He stood there for a long moment, before she heard another set of footsteps coming down the hall. She caught sight of Noah’s dusky beard and even darker eyes and a sort of thrill raced down her spine.

  Zack was the friendlier of the two; that was for certain. Thus far, he had taken the time to talk with her, to guide her through the hardships of learning a new culture on a planet far away from her home and made her feel comfortable, even though she was entirely naked. Noah was still a mystery to her. He was dark, a stickler for the rules and not as understanding as his brother, yet there was something about him that called to her.

  Boldly, she met his shadowy eyes and licked her lips. With as much courage as she could muster, she made a show of looking them both up and down, enjoying the sight of their hard-muscled abdomens and tanned skin. Narrow hips cut into their belts and she yearned to see what was beneath them.

  Noah was the first to move toward her. Zack moved away and took a seat on the soft black leather loveseat against the wall. He stretched and placed his arms on the back of the couch with a smirk on his lips that made her feel slightly nervous. Noah continued slinking toward her until he was mere inches away from her naked skin.

  A hand slid up her thigh and a thumb brushed against her wet lips. Moaning, she chewed her lip, her breath a gentle pant.

  Noah’s hands dropped to his waist, unbuckling his belt slowly so she could hear the leather as it slid across the hide. Her chest rattled with excitement as he folded it over in his hands and placed it on the bed beside her. Her eyes focused on the knife as well as the coiled whip he kept there. He untied the loincloth about his waist and put it on the bed. Next, he grasped the button of his dark cotton pants and undid them, letting them drop to the door. In a calm sort of detachment, he picked them up off the floor and folded them, placing them in a neat pile next to his belt.

  Breathless, her eyes focused on the area between his legs. She’d never seen a male member before and the sheer size of Noah’s unnerved her. It was long and thick and stuck straight up between his legs. She wasn’t naïve to the ways of sex, as she’d been educated in the matter when she was younger, but she was seriously questioning the ability of his cock fitting inside the tightness of her virgin channel.

  He walked toward her and his organ bobbed with his movement. A bead of moisture formed on the head and the sudden urge to lick it took over her senses. He climbed onto the bed and knelt over the top of her and she held her breath in anxious excitement.

  He gazed down at her and brushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead. For a scant moment, she felt like the aura between the two of them had softened just a hair. It didn’t last long though, as a hand snaked around her shoulder, holding firmly yet gently enough to not hurt. The gesture made it very clear who was in control of the situation and it wasn’t her.

  Her body felt like molten lava, a volcano about to explode at any moment. If he would just touch her, she’d fly apart, she just knew it.

  “Keep those legs open, pet. It’s time for your first taming and I expect your complete obedience. Do you understand?” he asked sternly, loosening his grip on her shoulder and running a finger across the delicate skin of her collarbone. The rough pads of his fingers ignited every nerve, holding the promise of much more to come if only she was obedient to his dominant ways. She couldn’t help it as her curiosity bloomed and her body ached to experience his own brand of pleasure.

  His lips descended on hers, owning her completely in a flash of movement. He devoured her, his tongue intertwining wi
th hers in a kiss that left her breathless and wanting so much more. His teeth scraped her lower lips and she groaned with need. Her pussy felt slick and wet, soaked with her lust for him to take what was his.

  Arching her back, she moaned as his mouth kissed her cheek and then her neck, sucking and pulling on her skin in such a way that her body pulsed with feverish passion. His beard scraped against her sensitive skin, igniting her body even hotter than before. He bit her softly and she didn’t care, knowing that she’d be able to see his mark long after this experience was over and that knowledge thrilled her to no end.

  Her hips rocked toward him and she keened, wanting him to take her, to alleviate the lust that was taking over every single one of her senses. He did not give into her wishes though, taking his time to worship her body with his lips, dragging his teeth across sensitive flesh and running his tongue over her hardened nipples.

  He kissed each one, before leaning back and tweaking them with his thumb and forefinger. Pain ricocheted from her breasts straight to her core, quickly replaced by rampant desire. He pinched her pebbled buds once again, harder this time and she keened under his dominance. One of his hands dipped lower, taking her pussy into his palm.

  Groaning, she wriggled beneath him, suddenly ashamed of the liquid desire between her legs.

  “Look at how wet you are for your masters,” he growled with delight and she bristled with pride. He actually liked the fact that she was wet and ready for him and she loved that she could please him that way.

  “That’s a good thing?” she asked softly and he rewarded her with a gentle, sultry kiss. His beard tickled her chin and she moaned for him. Noah smiled and she reached forward, entwining her fingers within his facial hair. She loved it.

  “It’s a very good thing. A wet pet is a good pet.”

  His hips lowered slightly and she felt the head of his cock nuzzle at her entrance. All at once, it began to vibrate as he slid it up and down her clit. His hands held her shoulders and her entire body seemed to roll toward him. He pressed his cock against her slit more firmly and her eyes rolled back in her head. His erection felt like soft velvet-encased iron and her hips rocked against it.