by Marcel, Zoey
She stuffed a cloth gag into his mouth. “There now, don’t you look like the weak, helpless captive you are? Perhaps if you had used your brain instead of your penis you wouldn’t be in this scrape. No matter. Your stupidity is my victory. Shall we celebrate, Cameron? Oh, aye, lets.”
He seriously wanted to pummel her, but that wouldn’t be chivalrous, so perhaps a spanking to teach the manipulative, sarcastic brat a lesson.
“Hold on. I bought a present for you.” Hilary bounced up and hurried into the other room for a minute.
Cameron moaned with bliss when he saw the thin strip of red lace riding up her curvaceous, rounded ass. He wanted to feel those globes in his hands while he rammed into her. He wanted to kiss and bite them, but above all he wanted to paddle her senseless for chaining him up and abducting him like this. Was she serious? She seemed to be. Why would she want to make him her prisoner? What had he ever done to her or her roommate? Nothing.
His eyes bugged out of his head and he laughed when he saw the inflatable sheep. She got him a pool floaty? That was kind, but an odd gift to give your boss. She removed the gag from his mouth so he could speak. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a blow-up sheep for the pool, but it’s kind of cute.”
She winked at him. “I’m glad you find him appealing. Would you like to ram your cock up his ass?”
Cameron’s mouth dropped in utter mortification. “What? No! Why the hell would I want to get off on a floaty? I want you, damn it.”
She blew him a kiss and revealed the bottle of lubricant in her other hand. “Well, too bad. This isn’t the water device you seem to think it is. This sheep was made for pleasure, and he wants you baaad.”
He glared at her tactless pun, but the humor sparkling in her eyes and on her lovely mouth made him smile. This was undoubtedly the biggest crush of his life. “Very funny. I’m not fucking a frigging sheep.”
“We’ll see about that.” She worked the lube on her fingers into the sheep’s anus.
The sheep’s anus? Oh my god, that lamb has an asshole. She was serious about wanting him to fuck it. There was just no way in hell.
“Are you some kind of freak or something?” he asked.
Hilary set the blow-up animal aside and climbed onto the bed between his legs. He raised his butt for her as she slowly lowered his boxers to reveal his erection. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this. Look how hard that little lamb has made you.”
He swallowed, whimpering when she smoothed the lube all over his throbbing shaft. “I’m hard for you.”
“That may be so, but you are so hedonistic you will ejaculate in this counterfeit ram all the same.”
“It looks like an ewe to me.”
“This is a male sheep,” she insisted, “because that will humiliate you more.”
He blushed. “You’re diabolical.”
She laughed, stealing his heart. “This encounter is symbolic. I liken men to wolves. They prey upon women like sheep, devouring and ravaging them until they’ve had their fill, and then they leave them to the vultures to be finished off.”
“Geez, what kind of gruesome symbolism—” His protest became muffled when she crammed the cloth gag back into his mouth.
“No talking. This sheep has you right where he wants you—naked and ridiculously horny. You’re going to come for him, aren’t you?”
Cameron shook his head in irritation. There had to be an easier way to get this woman into his bed. Fucking an inflatable sheep never crossed his mind. He grimaced when the sheep’s ass sank down over his prick. It was a tight squeeze, but weirdly enough it gave his cock a nice pressure that aroused him further. Still, a blow-up animal screwed with his mind a little bit.
“Oh, Cameron, hold still while I take a picture of your deviance.”
He shrieked into the gag, but she took the picture anyway. She would seriously pay for this when they were done—big time. He froze when he heard the sheep baa at him.
Hilary tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder and winked at him when he saw the small device in her hand. “Yes, wayward little child, the lamb talks. Now you will know how much pleasure you are giving him. Don’t you want to please your woolly, little friend?”
How could anyone be so damned infuriating and so wickedly charming all at once?
“Now, I want you to thrust your hips and fuck him.”
Cameron shook his head and glared at her. He wanted to take the thing and bean her in the head with it a few times.
“I see. Skittish about this new terrain, are we? Very well then, I will have the sheep take the lead. You are even weaker than I thought, bottoming for a ram. Honestly, Cameron, I think this stimulates you more than you care to admit.”
Warmth entered his cheeks and his dick pulsed with delight at her ruthless taunting. He nearly jolted when she moved the animal up and down on his rod. Although awkward and slightly squeaky at times, the stimulation on his penis titillated him. Doll or not, the bottom line was Hilary was the one moving the thing and therefore indirectly playing with his goods. The thought made him harder.
She pressed the button and made him baa again. “Oh, Cameron, I think he likes you. Faster, give him the fuck of his life.”
He moaned when she moved the sheep more swiftly up and down on his cock. This time he met her with his hips, thrusting up into the tight hole, giving it everything he had. Maybe next time it would be Hilary’s cunt. God, he hoped so.
She clicked the button again and the sheep bleated more frequently now, conveying his carnal pleasure. It freaked Cameron out a little bit that he was starting to get into this. The snug orifice squeezed his cock and Hilary’s foot caressed his leg as she made the sheep bleat with ecstasy. He liked to think it was a mask for her pleasure. She looked hot and bothered by his sweating and writhing.
“That’s right, you fuck that dirty sheep. Pour your semen into him.” She took the gag out of his mouth. “I want to hear you lose control, you filthy boy.”
Cameron lost it and shot his load into the blow-up animal. His outcry filled the room like his spunk flooded the sheep’s ass. He heard a click in the background and knew Hilary took a picture of his O face.
“Oh, Cameron, you belong to a depraved group of deviants now, don’t you? I think I’ll clean this thing up, or maybe I will have you give him an enema tomorrow. Would you like that?”
“What? No!” He groaned and his back arched when she pulled the thing off his body, releasing his dick.
She disappeared into the other room before returning with a wet cloth. The feel of her gentle hands on his organ thrilled him. The warm, damp fabric felt soothing as it cleansed him.
“Thanks for the orgasm.”
“What a grateful slave.”
He smirked. “I’m not your slave. I’m not even sure if I believe you really kidnapped me.”
“Well, believe it, knave. This was only the beginning. Your training begins tomorrow.” She got up and stood with her back to him as she unclasped her bra. What he wouldn’t give to see those perky breasts bouncing free and unrestrained.
She had dimples on the small of her back. He had never seen any before, but they looked so cute and attractive on her. He wanted to trace them with his fingers and wiggle his tongue over them.
Hilary reached for the lingerie lying on the dresser. When she slipped it on and turned to face him he nearly quit breathing. The leopard-print, satin chemise hugged her feminine curves perfectly and the hem fell to her upper thighs. The little slit on the side made his mouth water. He wished it ran higher so he could see the lush, ripe pussy beneath. Black lace fringed the plunging V neckline of the garment, exposing her deep, tantalizing cleavage. He wanted those tits in his face smothering him while he paid homage to them with his mouth.
Hilary turned off the light and padded toward him in the warm darkness. The mattress dipped slightly when she climbed into bed next to him. He cooperated fully when she helped his legs back into his boxers. He wanted her to cuddle with him, but instead
she rolled over onto her side with her back to him, avoiding any contact with him.
“Will you be silent or do I need to gag you again?”
“I’ll be quiet,” Cameron promised. He wasn’t sure why. She abducted him and made him stick his dick in a blow-up sheep’s ass to get off. Still, she intrigued him and being this close to her without touching her was absolutely maddening. Maybe she would let him eventually. She had to unchain him sometime and then he could leave or try to seduce her as she had him.
“Rest well, Cameron. Tomorrow your real training begins.”
Uh-oh.
Chapter Five:
Slave Boy
Cameron awoke first the next morning, delighted when he found Hilary asleep with her head resting on his bare chest. He would have wrapped his arms around her and held her close and tight, but the damned handcuffs prevented him from doing so. At least they were soft and fur lined. Did they have to be cotton-candy pink? Was she trying to emasculate him?
The chemise rode up rather high because of how she was lying. He could see part of her bare ass and the red lace of her panties flirted with his hungry eyes. He felt himself starting to get hard. Her leg rested between his. She felt so soft and smooth against his skin. Nothing had ever felt so delicious in his life.
Her breath exhaled, soft and dreamy, bathing his skin in dulcet warmth. “Clyde.”
Cameron’s ears perked at the name she murmured. Who the hell was Clyde? It was a man’s name. He didn’t like the sound of that. Who did she dream of? Why the hell wasn’t it him? He didn’t want her dreaming about some other guy while she shared her bed with him. He listened closely when she said the irritating name again.
“Clyde, mm.”
His heart quickened, his penis tightened and his annoyance only increased. Damn Clyde. Who did he think he was, sneaking into his Hilary’s dreams? Why the hell did he care when the psychotic woman tricked him into coming here last night only to chain and humiliate him?
“No, don’t. Please.”
If Clyde did anything to hurt the little lady—what the hell was wrong with him? The woman was probably dreaming. No big deal.
“Why?” Hilary whined, almost tearfully and jolted awake. She seemed dazed for a second, like she didn’t know where she was. When it hit her, she looked relieved yet vulnerable. She glanced down at Cameron and the way her hands rested against his chest and their legs entwined. Her eyes appeared misty as though she would cry and her lips parted in shock at their intimate cuddling.
He gave her a smile. “Hi.”
She jumped up in either fear or disgust and grabbed a black satin half robe, seeming desperate to hide her body from him now.
“Are you okay?”
“Don’t talk to me.” Her eyes welled and she hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
This baffled the hell out of him. What did he do? It wasn’t like he manipulated her into bed last night or anything. Hilary tricked him. She hadn’t been drunk, either. She knew exactly what she had gotten herself into. Didn’t she? What a confusing woman. He would go console the poor thing if she’d ever let him out of these girly handcuffs.
He jerked on them, but they didn’t break. Nope, they were decent handcuffs, because if they were cheap and he couldn’t bust out of them, well, that would make him a sissy and he sure as hell wasn’t a wimp.
* * * *
Hilary sat on the toilet seat and did something she hadn’t allowed herself to do in ages. She wept. She hadn’t permitted her mind to go there in forever, but curse her treacherous dream, this morning it had. There was no justice for what Clyde did to her or what Brent did to Callie. Someday they would pay. Hilary couldn’t hurt them or punish them for what they did, but by god, she could punish the hell out of Cameron. He would pay for the sins of his fellow gender. If he was a good boy, perhaps she would permit him some sort of reward, but in the meantime he must suffer. Someone had to.
She took her precious time about getting ready. She hoped he smelled the eggs and toast she made and the coffee brewing in the coffeepot. That was her breakfast. She had a very different one in mind for her pet on his first morning with her.
After her meal and a shower, she threw her hair into a ponytail and dressed simply in jeans and a silky, white top with Juliet sleeves. It revealed minimal cleavage, but the ensemble was sensual rather than trampy like the outfit she wore last night. That had been about seduction. Today was about being cautious and guarded. Stripping down to her underthings had been no big deal for her. She’d undressed for countless men and a few women, though it had surprised her how wet the sight of Cameron screwing a stupid blow-up animal had made her. He looked amazing when he came and his body was among the best she’d ever seen, lithe and slim but with plenty of muscle tone.
His dark-brown hair felt soft and his turquoise eyes were like the pristine beauty of tropical waters cradling an island of paradise. He seemed more human than most, like he had a capacity for feeling with more than just his phallus and perhaps even a tender organ beating in his strapping chest.
That was perhaps worse than if he had been a lust-crazed, mindless animal. She had seen his beguiling eyes and charismatic smile before in the face of another man. He had that irresistible, down-to-earth sweetness and overwhelming sex appeal that could leave a woman smitten and weak, and then heartbroken and desolate, if she was foolish enough to fall for such a cunning piper.
No, Cameron was her slave, not her lover. She would call the shots and break him into submission, not the other way around.
She walked into the bedroom calmly, ignoring the man lying half-naked on the bed. She opened the windows, allowing the cool mist of the summer rain to waft in through the screen. The natural shower outdoors sounded peaceful and soothing.
“I like the sound of rain,” said Cameron.
“So do I.” Hilary kept her gaze out the window. She hadn’t meant to agree with him, but he had good taste in weather.
“You look really nice.”
She stiffened. Ah yes, he wanted out of those handcuffs and in her pants, hence the flattery. “If I unchain you, do I have your word you won’t run?”
Like his word would mean anything.
“I promise.”
She unchained him and set the cuffs aside while he sat up and rubbed his wrists. He didn’t run, which was good, because he looked strong enough to put up a fight if she tackled him. Hell, he might even win such a struggle, but she wouldn’t ever tell him that.
“Follow me.”
He followed her into her bedroom, eyes widening when he saw the large iron cage. “What is that?”
“Don’t talk. I own you and I command your silence. Now get down on your hands and knees like the dog you are and eat your breakfast.”
He lowered to his knees, frowning when he saw the bowl of dog food. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
“I assure you I am not.”
“I can’t eat this crap.”
“Did you know I’m skilled in the art of castration?”
That got him right to eating. He made faces and whined in aggravation while he ate, but he choked it down. “I hope you know this tastes like shit.”
“Good. Now hush and eat your shit, little dung beetle.” When he knelt to drink from the bowl of water, she slapped his fanny. “Drink as a mutt would.”
“That’s going to take forever to quench my thirst.”
“Would you like me to fix you, puppy?”
He cringed and lapped at the water like her little puppy. The sight of him obeying her and being utterly humiliated made her feel powerful and in control.
“Well, that was weird. What now?”
“I bought you a toothbrush since yours is still at your place. Go brush your teeth and shower. When you are finished, kneel before me naked with your head bowed in humble submission.”
Cameron snickered.
“Did I say something funny?”
“Kind of.”
“Pray tell.”
/> “Nothing. I’m going.”
Hilary waited in the dining room while he cleaned up. The steady sound of the shower running proved as rhythmic and calming as the drizzle outdoors. He came out in the buff…except for the towel wrapped around his waist like a loincloth.
“Did I not tell you to come out here nude?”
“Yeah, but this is close enough.”
She raised her eyebrow, surprised by his bold defiance. This would never do, but oh how fun to knock the fool down to size. She stood and approached him. He appeared startled when she yanked the towel off of him, exposing his loins to the cool draft seeping in through the open window.
“Close enough is not good enough.” She forced him to his knees, tickled at the sound of his breath hitching. She nearly lost hers when he caressed her thighs and lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to kiss her tummy. The way his eyes closed when his soft, moist lips touched her skin looked so loving and beautiful. This bastard was a skilled con artist. He must never be trusted. She yanked his hands away and slapped his face.
“Geez, I was just being nice.”
“I did not give you permission to touch me. For it you shall be spanked.”
He smirked. “Really?”
“Aye, really. Since you are my pet, you shall wear this as a symbol of my ownership over you—a reminder of my power and authority and your weakness.”
Cameron studied the pink dog collar closely for a second. “It’s a dog collar.”
“Aye, I’m told masters sometimes give their slaves collars in this town.”
“Yeah, as in BDSM collars and chokers designed specifically for humans, not an actual freaking collar a real dog would wear.”
“But you are my dog.”
“And why the hell is it pink? Didn’t they have any blue or black ones at the pet store when you bought this?”
“Aye, they did, but I wanted you to wear a pink one so you would feel emasculated and ridiculous.”
“Well, it worked.”
“Quit your sniveling and hold still while I put this on you.” She fastened the collar securely around his neck. “I don’t have a license for it, but I trust this gift is generous enough for you.”
