by Livia Grant
“Hands please.” He grabbed a pair of tan fuzzy paw gloves from the chair.
She blinked a few times, letting the image register.
“Disobeying already?” he teased.
She glanced up at him, worried she’d already misstepped. His crooked smile reassured her, but just to be sure, she raised both hands. He tucked one paw under his arm while working the other over her right hand, then covered her left. The tan, furry gloves had pink pads on each finger and palm. She wiggled her fingers, but only the very tips of each moved.
“Perfect.” He pushed her hands down to the floor, then grabbed the head piece from the chair and situated the dark brown floppy ears over her head.
She braced herself for the wave of humiliation to wash over her. But nothing came.
“You’ll be a good puppy, I can tell.” He patted her shoulder. “But still, there’s more.” He shuffled around the few remaining items. “Kneel up,” he ordered, his voice becoming more stern as the moments ticked by.
She moved into the position he wanted, pressing her gloved palms into her thighs.
“Chin up.” He nudged her chin until she was tilted up at him. A marker came into view, and she jerked away.
“What is that?” She tried to focus on what was in his hand. With the dim lighting and being so close, she could only make out the shape.
“Bad puppy.” He tapped her nose.
She blinked, taken aback by the harshness of his voice.
“Washable makeup pencil,” he said, holding it still for a moment. “Now, lean forward so I can put your nose on.”
Eyeliner. He was using an eyeliner pencil to complete her puppy look.
Regret hit her in the chest. Her breathing stuttered. It was a small mistake, but to her, a complete failure. Leaning forward, she gave him full access to her face and rolled her eyes up to stare at the ceiling. They’d only been at this for a few minutes, and she was fucking it all up.
Why couldn’t she muster the same confidence and self-assurance she had in the court room? Where was her fucking spine?
James dragged the eyeliner across her nose, filling in every bit of space. Even after he capped it and tossed it back on the chair, she kept her eyes upward. He shouldn’t have been wasting his time with her. He would have more fun if he rolled a submissive who knew what the fuck to do and not question a stupid thing like costume makeup.
“Where’d you go?” The question broke through her fog of self-deprecation.
She shook her head slightly. Making the wrong move once again. He grabbed her collar and dragged her forward, forcing her to focus to him. “I asked you a question.”
More fucking up. She seemed to be on a roll.
“I’m right here?” she asked with hesitation.
“Where did your mind take you? Because you weren’t here a second ago. Where’d you go?” His gaze bore into her, pinning her.
“I fucked everything up,” she said simply. No need to sugarcoat things.
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t follow one direction,” he clarified, like there was a difference. “What else?”
Did he have telepathic skills?
“This may have been a mistake,” she whispered. Dammit. She had more spine than this. You don’t make junior partner after only three and a half years without having fight in you, so where the hell was it?
His eyes narrowed. “What was a mistake?”
“You should have been paired up with someone more on your level. I have no idea what I’m doing,” she said, starting to scoot away from him. He stopped her, using his hand still wrapped around the collar to hold her in place.
“You think because I’ve played more that I won’t want to play with you?” His question sounded more like an accusation.
She clenched her teeth. “You weren’t given a choice.” Had he been given a choice, he probably would have picked anyone but her.
“Hmmm.” He let go of her collar and grabbed something from the chair again. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” He threw her words back at her. “Okay. We’ll fix that.” He dangled the long, plush puppy tail in front of her face.
“Once I’m done dressing you, we’ll start your obedience training. Put your nose to the floor and don’t you dare get up again. If you move, I’ll take my belt off, strap your ass, and then put the tail in. Do you understand me?”
The harshness of his tone contradicted the softness of his eyes. He wasn’t pissed. Not like Tony had been anyway. James wasn’t yelling and berating her—at least not yet.
“Yes.” She nodded and bent over her knees to press her nose to the platform floor. A chuckle from the side of the platform hit her ears, and a wave of heat flashed through her body. Shit. The crowd. She’d forgotten the crowds watching her make a complete fool of herself.
James stroked the back of her head, then down the length of her spine. When the warm tingle of his fingers reached her ass, she clenched, tightening her body.
“That won’t stop me, puppy.” Moving around behind her again, he grabbed another item from the chair before kneeling by her side.
His hands were back on her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks while he leaned over her body. Her bottom lip trembled, and she was grateful for her positioning so no one could witness her newb behavior.
“Puppy’s pussy is wet.” A finger swiped over her clenched asshole to her sex, gliding through her wet folds. Her eyes clenched tighter. How much mortification could she endure? They’d rolled pet play—not humiliation play.
It was her own doing. It hadn’t been the collar or the paws that’d had her insides heating. No, it had been the way he looked at her. And now, with his fingers spreading her, drawing though her pussy in a way that turned the heat from a simmer to a sizzle, she couldn’t help the arousal pulsing through her.
The tip of his finger circled her clit, pouring kerosene on the burning embers. Without direction, she pushed her legs apart, lifting her ass for more of his attention.
He hummed with approval and swept his fingers over her clit again. The action—rubbing instead of teasing—brought her need for his touch straight into the spotlight. Sandra bit on her lip, holding her moan in check. Another sound came from the voyeurs watching her, and she curled her toes.
“Relax, Sandy.” He stroked her back with his free hand. The soothing touch softened her, and she found herself leaning into him.
Again, he slid his fingers through her sex. Though, this time, he seemed to be gathering her juices as he headed toward her asshole again. The tail. Right. She blew out a harsh breath. Staying calm would get her through it. Panicking wouldn’t help her or stop him.
The cool, round tip of the butt plug touched her puckered asshole.
“Relax, Sandy. Relax.” He petted her. “The more you fight, the more it hurts. It’s going in with or without your help. It’s up to you how uncomfortable it will be.” He pushed on the plug, and she yelped at the first stretch of her sphincter.
With practiced breathing, she eased the tension in her muscles. As the plug slipped further inside, the burn increased, and she took another cleansing breath. She would not lunge forward. She would not be a bad puppy again. She could and would get through this.
“Such a good Sandy,” he cooed, reaching his hand beneath her and finding her breast. A little pinch, and she jolted. “Shhh, stay there. Your tail’s not in yet.” He twisted her nipple, and a new burn spread through her core.
“I bet your pussy is dripping wet now,” he said over her, then thrust the plug forward. An intense pain shot through her asshole, and then it was in. Her ring of muscle clenched around the base.
“There. Done.” He patted her ass cheek. The tail swung behind her, brushing against her thighs. His fingers left her breast and her ass. “Now we can really get started.” He grabbed her collar at the back and pulled her up to her knees. She wiggled her butt, trying to find a position that didn’t announce the foreign object lodged in her, but nothing worked. Her brain had to accept
what her ass already had. The plug was inside her.
She wiped a paw across her cheek, shoving away her hair to look up at him. Standing directly in front of her, he looked down with a wicked smile and a hungry gleam in his eyes. At eye-level, his cock pressed against his pants, the bulge speaking to his arousal at her current state.
Sandra licked her lips. Her pussy clenched. Her clit ached. This man staring at her, the one she’d thought was sweet when she’d first met him, sent a chill through her with his domineering stance. Staring at him, breathing in his confidence, his dominance, she knew he would be the man to take her into the darkness looming at the edge of their play.
“Are you ready to learn how to obey, puppy?”
Her heart raced up her throat. Was she ready? Could she shove away her insecurity and follow him behind the curtain into the unknown? Taking the leap and wading into her untapped desires could take her swimming in an ocean of pleasure she might never fully come back from. But hiding from the edge of her longings might plunge her headfirst into an abysmal state that chained her in a purgatory of need.
She raised her hands up, bending them at the wrist as a good puppy would.
“Rrruff.”
Chapter 6
James
Fuck me. She barked.
She barked. For him.
“Follow, puppy. Don’t lead.” He tapped her nose. Even in the dim lighting, he could make out her blush. “No more words. You have the right idea—get your point across in other ways. Understand me?”
Her eyes flickered away, then snapped back with a confident look in her eyes.
“Rrruuff.” She nodded, then smiled brilliantly up at him. It was as if a sparkler had been lit in her eyes, she was so happy with herself.
He grabbed the little bowl of pretzels the bar had sent over and took it with him across the platform.
“Come to me, puppy Sandy.” He squatted and pointed to the spot in front of him. Making a woman crawl across the room to him had never failed to get his cock hard. And seeing Sandra submit to the command did more than pump blood to his dick. His chest expanded when she fell to her hands and knees. Air stuck in his throat when she took her first step. And when the tail swayed behind her as she moved her hips, he had to wet his lips.
She arrived at the spot he’d commanded, then leaned into his hand with her head—a puppy looking for pets.
He laughed softly. Quick learner.
“Good Sandy.” He grabbed a pretzel and pressed it against her lips. Gracefully, she grasped the treat with her teeth and took it from him. Again, she rubbed her head against his hand.
“Heel, Sandy.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. She obeyed immediately and looked up at him with wide eyes.
He pointed at her. “Stay.” Bringing the bowl of pretzels with him, he moved across the platform. James got down on his haunches, bringing his gaze in line with Sandra’s, then patted the floor.
“Does Sandy want belly rubs?”
She quickly scurried forward on her hands and knees. The brown floppy ears bounced as she crawled over to him.
He didn’t even try to hide his chuckle. She’d completely abandoned her worries and put her trust in him to lead her down the right path. When she got to his feet, she quickly hit the floor and rolled to her back, paws and knees in the air.
“Are you sure you don’t know what you’re doing?” he asked, leaning forward to pluck her nipple. She folded inward, but it only took a hard look from him for her to push her shoulders back and let him have free range of her body.
He bent over and ran his fingers over her breasts, through the valley leading to her stomach where he ran the back of his knuckles over her soft belly.
“Open your legs,” he ordered, tapping her thighs. She sucked in her bottom lip and dropped her knees to the sides. A thin trail of hair covered her mound. Someone liked her spa days. He played with the short-cropped curls while studying her expression.
Judy, his last steady playmate, had known exactly what to do and say in almost any given situation. There was no apprehension in her, even during the most intense scenes. It was a stark contrast to the current puppy laying at his feet, waiting for his next command, his next move. Something touching on fear stared up at him, but it wasn’t the kind that would make her run from the room. She seemed more afraid of herself than anything he could do to her.
“Red!” A voice carried through the room from behind James.
Sandra snapped her knees together and tightened beneath his hand.
“Shhh.” He stroked her. “Don’t worry about that. That has nothing to do with us. Keep your focus on me,” he soothed.
Visibly, she relaxed. Her shoulders dropped, and her knees spread open again for him.
“Good, Sandy.” He grinned at her. Whoever had used their safe word would be taken care of by the DMs; his scene didn’t need to be affected.
“Does my puppy want her pussy pet?” he asked, dipping one finger past the curls to her clit—swollen, wet, and waiting for him. It was like strumming the right cord for the first time as her body jolted beneath his touch. Her thighs tensed along with the rest of her body as he swirled her clit with his fingertip.
“Hmmm?” He leaned down, pointing his ear toward her.
She mewled, arching her hips off the floor toward his hand, leaning into him the way she had with her head.
“I want to hear you. Tell me what you want. You can use your words,” he allowed. “Tell me you want me to pet your wet pussy.”
Her eyes went wide, and his dick twitched in his pants.
“Are you not listening again?” he asked, firming his tone. She wanted his approval, his pleasure. This woman wouldn’t resort to being bad just to get a little spanking. She genuinely wanted to submit. This wasn’t a game for her.
It wasn’t for him either.
She said something, but the noise of the room swept it away.
“Louder, Sandy. I couldn’t hear you.”
She huffed. Actually huffed. As though being made to repeat herself irritated her.
A smile tugged hard at his lips.
He gave a sharp smack to her pussy with his hand, getting her full attention and an immediate look of regret.
“Did you huff at me?” He spanked her pussy again. She pulled her knees together, trapping his hand between her legs. “Oooh, I see.”
“I’m sorry!” She put her pawed hands on his arm and spread her legs again. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sure you are.” He nodded with a smile. “Keep your legs open and don’t close them again. Do you understand?”
She clamped her mouth closed and gave a curt nod. Her eyes moved up to the ceiling, and her hands fell to her sides. She was braced for the worst. Smart girl.
He spanked her pussy with five swats in quick succession, giving her no time to register the fire he built or react. When he checked in on her, her lips were tucked between her teeth and her jaw was tight.
“Will you follow your commands without huffing and puffing now?” he asked, stroking her heated pussy lips with his fingertips. She probably had some discomfort, but she was more wet than when he’d started. The woman enjoyed the physical pain, but she hated his displeasure.
He could work with that.
He loved working with that.
How long had it been since he’d played with a submissive who wasn’t merely looking for a quick orgasm or a solid beating on the cross? He always made sure his partner left satisfied, and he never denied himself anything either. But even on those nights when the play had been intense and energizing, it felt empty. He and Judy hadn’t been exclusive, and they’d rarely seen each other outside the club or for a night of fun at his house up in the hills.
He’d suggested they get more serious. Judy wasn’t interested. She hadn’t been the first. And he was tired of the void.
“I won’t huff and puff. I promise.”
“So, I’ll ask again. What does my Sandy want?”
Her eyes lightened, and she smiled. “I want you to pet my pussy.”
“That’s a good puppy.” He stopped stroking her and laid his hand over her entire mound. “And good pups get their rewards.” Thrusting two fingers into her cunt, he dug the heel of his hand into her clit.
Sandra’s body went rigid. Another stroke of his fingers, another harsh brush against her clit, and her muscles softened. Beneath his administrations, she melted into the sensations. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, milking every possible bit of pleasure from him. And he gladly obliged the submissive beauty laid out before him.
“Does my Sandy like this?” He moved down to the floor beside her, pushing the chair out of his way so he could get as close to her as possible.
“Yes!” she cried out as he curled his fingers inside her.
“How about this?” He placed a hand on her pelvis to keep her pinned in place, then turned his hand and thrust his fingers deeper and downward.
Her body jolted, but he kept her restrained.
“Fuck!” She slapped the floor with her paws.
“Good?” he asked, smiling at the frustration all over her face.
“Yes!” She tried to arch up, but he was stronger and kept her where he wanted her.
“Do you want to come, little puppy?” he asked, even as her cunt gripped him tighter and the tremble of her thighs told him everything he needed to know.
He looked up at the crowd gathering around the platform to watch.
“Maybe we should ask them?” he offered when she still hadn’t answered. “Puppies can’t really make decisions for themselves anyway.”
He slipped another finger into her, tracing the outline of the plug. He pressed harder, and she squealed.
“Should we ask them?”
She shook her head, not a little movement, but hard enough for her hair to fly in front of her face and the headband with her ears to slip off to one side.
He’d pushed her to the limit.
