My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  Both Kent and Brock released her ankles and helped her stand, but it was Brock who wrapped an arm around her waist when she faltered and steadied her silently. Without a word, he led her off stage as Kent announced the end of that evening’s auction. Brock led her to the table he always occupied and held her elbow as he lowered her to the small mat on the floor next to his chair. Running his hand down her hair, he looked down at her with a closed expression before turning away and walking off without a word. He returned a moment later and held a glass of water to her parched mouth allowing her to drink her fill before setting it on the table and once again leaving her alone.

  Lillian settled down sideways to avoid sitting on her sore ass and watched Brock as he mingled with his guests. Soon she could tell the ones that were friends or acquaintances and those who were new to his establishment. He was good at what he did, and it was obvious people liked him. His table was set away from the main seating area, and Lillian wasn’t bothered as she sat quietly in her little space. Several people eyed her speculatively, the men blatantly looked their fill of her nudity, but no one was rude, obnoxious or disrespectful, thus lulling her into a sense of security.

  It wasn’t until people started venturing upstairs to partake of the pleasures offered there that Brock returned to her with two men and a woman. The four of them sat down, ordered drinks and conversed among themselves, ignoring her. It soon became obvious the woman was in a relationship with both men and enjoyed the attention they paid her. Lillian tuned out the conversation, content to just sit at Brock’s feet and listen to his voice and before long, she laid her head on his hard thigh, the gesture seeming so natural to her that she barely thought about what she was doing.

  Brock’s startled gaze flew down to see Lillian’s bright red head resting trustingly against his black clad leg. His breath caught in his throat at the gesture, and at how good it felt to have her there. Lifting his hand, he caressed her head and ran his palm down those long, soft tresses. Forcing his attention back to his guests, he continued to run his hand over her head, his fingers along her cheek and jaw before moving down her neck and cupping one soft, full breast.

  Perfect, he thought as he laughed at a joke the men were sharing. Her pliant flesh spilled over his hand, her nipple stabbing his palm as he rubbed across it, before learning the shape and feel of her other breast. Reluctantly, he moved his hand back up her neck and rested it casually on her head.

  Thirty minutes later, Mark glanced at his watch and then at their sub with a meaningful look. “Our room should be available soon, love. It’s time to head upstairs.”

  “What pleasures are you granting Karen tonight?” Brock asked of his long time friend.

  “It’s her birthday and Carl and I are granting her a third cock for an hour in an observation room. She’ll have her every orifice filled and her ass whipped by a stranger. She’s been so excited, she could hardly contain herself all day today.” Mark glanced fondly at the pretty woman who sat between him and Carl.

  Brock stood and shook their hands. “I’m sorry I’m going to have to miss it, but my new pet has had quite an evening already. Enjoy yourselves.”

  When the trio left, Brock glanced down at Lillian and saw her calmly looking up at him, her cheek slightly pink from where she had rested against him. Her reaction this evening had not been what he expected or, if he were to be honest, not what he had been striving for. By disregarding her needs totally, ignoring her as if she meant nothing more to him than any other possession, he had hoped to prove to her that her fantasy wasn’t at all as satisfying as she had anticipated. So far, his plan had backfired in the worst way. While she had accepted the gauntlet he had thrown down and calmly slid into her role with an ease that astounded him, he had been given the boon of having exactly what he had ever wanted from a woman, unconditional submission.

  And that just pissed him off. He needed her to back out of this ridiculous contract and the sooner the better. There was no way she or any other woman could live the way he had outlined for real and there was no way he wanted the heartache of having the exact kind of relationship his selfish, egotistical self wanted and then have to give it up. The only reason he had agreed to her terms was because of his strong attraction to her and the fear she would find someone else to explore this fantasy with, someone who could possibly abuse her, thus destroying more than her fantasy.

  Grabbing her arm, he led her out of the club and to his office where Kent had put her clothes. Untying her hands, he picked up the slip on dress and tossed it to her, pocketing her panties. “Put that on and let’s go.”

  “Yes, ma….” Lillian stuttered to a halt, not sure what he wanted her to call him. The title ‘master’ had seemed so natural and appropriate that it had almost slipped out. “Uh, I’m sorry, I don’t know how you want me to address you.”

  Brock had never put much stock into titles, insisting only that his subs address him with proper respect. Most names, such as master, sounded contrived and often silly when role playing, just part of the game. He was surprised at how badly he wanted to hear her address him so, at how easily that title had almost slipped out. Feigning indifference, he shrugged, replying, “Master is fine. Now, hurry up, I’m tired.”

  Lillian just smiled at his brusque tone. “Yes, Master.”

  Brock grabbed her shoes and led her out the back exit where Richard was waiting with the Mercedes, the back door open for them. “Thank you, Richard. Home and then you’re done for tonight.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Brock rolled his eyes as he followed Lillian into the backseat. “For God’s sake, quit ‘siring’ me.

  Richard just grinned. “Yes, sir.”

  Lillian giggled as he settled next to her and then made to slip to the floor at his feet. His hard hand on her arm stopped her and she looked at him quizzically.

  “That’s not safe. You’ll sit next to me.”

  Lillian scooted back on the seat, wondering at his contradictions. One minute he was cold as ice, the next he was concerned with her welfare. She was beginning to think that she was the one in this unorthodox relationship that had the least experience but who knew more of what she wanted than he did.

  As the car pulled away from the club, Brock reached over and lowered her dress to the waist, baring her breasts. Her eyes flew to the front where there was no partition to prevent Richard from seeing them clearly.

  Brock noticed her look and when she made no comment, he said, “You have to get used to being seen naked by all my employees, pet, not just those at the club. You belong to me for the next month and I like showing off my possessions.”

  His words sent a thrill through her and in truth, she was surprised at how quickly she had adjusted to being naked in front of all those people tonight. She tried to picture herself on that stage or bare breasted in this car with another man, and immediately she knew she wouldn’t have been able to do it, at least not with such casual acceptance. She nodded at him, smiling slightly, not wanting to let him know just how much of a hold he had on her.

  Brock watched the slight sway of her breasts as the car moved smoothly along the highway that would take them to his estate. Leaning over, he took one turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly, before biting the tip. Lillian gasped but didn’t try to move away, much to her credit. He laved the other tip, bit it and then pulled back eyeing his handiwork. Her pretty, pale pink tips were red, hard and pointed, her breasts lifting with her deep breaths.

  “You’re tits are fucking awesome,” he breathed, just staring at them.

  Lillian had always thought her body ordinary, slightly rounder than was fashionable, but Brock’s praise made her feel beautiful, special.

  “Thank you, Master,” she said shyly, her face pink.

  Lifting his gaze to hers, noting the uncertainty in her tone immediately, he raised one black brow and inquired, “You don’t believe me?”

  “I’ve just never thought of myself as sexy, that’s all. I’m just….average, I
guess you’d say.”

  “Woman, if you’re average, I sure as hell would like to see above average and forget perfect, it doesn’t exist. Take my word for it, pet, you’re every man’s fucking wet dream, and leave it at that.”

  His disgruntled tone made her do just that, but inside she was basking in his praise.

  Chapter Four

  Talk about wet dreams, Lillian thought a few minutes later when Richard pulled the Mercedes in to a circular drive and stopped at the front entrance of a beach front estate. Since it was after two in the morning, Lillian could make out little of the grounds that Brock’s estate sat on, but the well lit drive and front entrance of the two story home showed her enough that she would have dearly loved to earn the commission on this place. Richard opened the door for them, and as Brock handed her out of the car her attention was diverted from ogling his estate by Richard’s open and appreciative scrutiny of her bare breasts. They swayed as she stood up and the lighted entrance left her completely exposed.

  “They’re beautiful, boss.” His eyes lifted from her breasts to look at Brock, his grin both appreciative and envious. “You did good.”

  “Thank you, Richard.”

  The uncharacteristic warmth in Brock’s tone drew her startled gaze, and for one brief second, she caught a look of pride on his face that suffused her entire body with warmth. She was responsible for that look, for the pleasure he found in owning her even though she could see he was fighting it. She was both relieved and glad that the pleasure she received in return was everything she had thought it would be, was as satisfying as she had dreamed of for so long.

  Brock didn’t look at her as he took her arm and led her up the walkway. “Have a good day tomorrow. We’ll see you Monday.”

  “Night boss,” Richard called out before pulling the car around to the garage.

  Brock stopped inside the foyer, locking the door behind him and then turned to Lillian, waiting patiently. Remembering the explicit instructions in the contract, Lillian pushed her dressed over her hips and stepped out of it, baring herself completely again. Brock picked up her dress, saying, “You’ll strip here after work each day before going any further into my home whether I’m here or not and whether I’m alone or have company. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master,” she answered readily, unfazed by his brusque indifference.

  “Come,” he said, holding out his hand. “It’s late and I’m tired. I’ll give you a tour tomorrow. Since we’re both off on Sunday’s we’ll have the entire day to get better acquainted and you can learn the layout.”

  Lillian followed him as he led her through a huge great room that dominated the lower level to a wide staircase. Her bare feet sunk into plush gray carpeting and the temperature was kept at a moderate level so she wasn’t the least bit cold. She supposed it was a good thing they lived in Miami if she was to be kept naked most of the time. Somehow, the idea of staying in an unclothed state in Montana didn’t sound nearly as appealing.

  “The bathroom’s through there,” Brock said, pointing to a door on the other side of the huge master suite. “You’ve got five minutes of privacy, after that expect company. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

  Lillian hurried to the bathroom and quickly used the facilities and washed up, not even taking the time to admire all the decadent details. She returned to see him pulling a pair of velvet lined cuffs from a dresser, the enormous king sized bed already turned down.

  “Lie down, arms above your head.”

  The headboard consisted of several horizontal rod iron bars and it was to the lowest bar that Brock attached her cuffed wrists, leaving enough room for her to be able to relax her elbows and roll over. When he was done, he simply walked away and spent a few minutes in the bathroom before coming out and stripping. Lillian watched him unabashedly, enjoying her first glimpse of his body. His chest was muscled with a relatively light sprinkling of curly black hair considering how dark his five o’clock shadow always was. As he shucked his slacks, her mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock, and the casual way he stroked it as he walked toward her.

  Brock didn’t say anything as he climbed between her legs, draped her knees over his corded arms and thrust into her. Her pussy was wet, welcoming him easily, but it wasn’t due to any foreplay on his part. Pushing her legs further apart as he bent over her, he whispered in her ear, “Do not come, pet. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master,” Lillian answered, surprised that she didn’t feel any disappointment over being denied the pleasure of a climax. She had rarely achieved orgasm with her last boyfriend, or even by her own hand, not for lack of trying. She enjoyed coming as much as the next person, but right now she was finding immense pleasure in taking Brock’s cock into her body, feeling every inch of his bare length filling her, stretching her as he thrust into her repeatedly. His breath was harsh against her neck and ear as he used her ruthlessly for his own pleasure. Little did he realize that she was finding enormous comfort in just being the receptacle for his pleasure, the same as she had earlier this evening when he had fucked her mouth.

  After several moments of feeling those hard thrusts and the heavy weight of his body cradling hers, she was surprised at how close she actually was to coming. On the rare occasions she had achieved orgasm, it had taken some time and effort to get there. Brocks cock rasping her clit repeatedly, his heavy sac slapping her ass with each thrust all worked to bring her to the point of no return. She bit her lip, determined not to disappointment him in this as she struggled to obey him. Just when she thought she was going to lose the battle, he stiffened above her, his harsh groan indicating his release as he came inside her, filling her with his warm seed.

  Lillian wished her hands were free so she could hold him, keep him with her as she held his seed inside her. His movements slowed, as did his breathing until he pulled back, released her legs and rolled off her. Turning over, he shut off the light and pulled the covers over them before putting an arm around her and simply nodding off.

  Brock had meant to sleep with his back to her, showing her in every way that she was nothing but a possession to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to release her completely. When he woke several hours later to find himself still wrapped around her, he flipped her onto her stomach and fucked her again not allowing her any pleasure, just taking his own.

  Lillian drowsily accepted his cock again, spreading her legs and lifting her hips against his thrusts, letting him know silently that she was happy to be used this way, that his pleasure was paramount to her to the exclusion of all else. She quickly fell back asleep when he rolled off her, her body and mind completely exhausted.

  It was nearing noon the next morning when Brock awoke her with a hard smack to her right buttock. “Wake up, pet. We’ve got an appointment this afternoon.” Reaching above her, released her wrists and lowered her arms slowly.

  Lillian groaned at the discomfort and then moaned in pleasure as he rubbed the soreness from her shoulders. “Where are we going?” she asked around a yawn as he pulled her unceremoniously from the bed.

  Brock swatted her ass again, harder. “No questions. Into the shower.”

  The huge bathroom boasted a large Jacuzzi bathtub and a shower that could easily fit six people with jets positioned on three marbled walls and a fold down, padded seat. Bock adjusted the temperature before hauling her in with him. Lillian leaned her head back as hot water cascaded over her face and chest, her eyes closed in bliss.

  “Mmm, this feels good,” she murmured.

  Brock enjoyed seeing that look of contentment on her face. Her hair slicked back, accentuating her delicate bone structure. Filling his hand with creamy soap, he lathered her neck and breasts, taking his time washing those full globes, running his thumbs over her nipples repeatedly. Her breathing increased as her nipples stiffened into pointed tips and reluctantly he left those treasures to move down her waist and lather her stomach, enjoying the softness of her belly. He hadn’t taken the time to feel her last night, on purp
ose, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of that lush, wet body this morning.

  Lillian stepped back self consciously from his hand, uncomfortably aware of her less than flat abdomen. Brock scowled at her as he grabbed her waist again.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as he resumed running his soapy hands over her ribcage and stomach, his finger dipping into her navel.

  “I’m well aware I could stand to lose a few pounds there, that or do more sit-ups.” Her face flamed with her admission.

  Brock’s brows went up in surprise as he looked at her waist. Granted, her stomach wasn’t concave and her ribs didn’t stick out, but that was what was so appealing about her. Her rounded softness was in proportion to the rest of her anatomy and her waist filled his hands perfectly, as did the rest of her.

  “If you so much as lose one pound while you’re with me, I’ll whip your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week. Understand?”

  Lillian’s eyes widened at his tone, before she answered meekly. “Yes, Master.”

  “See that you do.” Brock continued to wash her, his hands moving to the curls between her legs, his fingers dipping below.

  Her hips thrust forward as he fingered her pussy with first one, then two fingers, his palm resting against her pubis as he buried them up to his knuckles before slowly pulling out. He watched her with glittering eyes as he repeated the slow, deep thrusts, and when he saw her eyes glaze over and felt the first contractions of her tight walls, he pulled away completely and aimed a nozzle to rinse her off.

  Lillian shuddered in unfulfilled need but complied complacently as he washed her hair next, his hands massaging her scalp before rinsing out the long strands. Despite the constant denial of an orgasm, she enjoyed his pampering.