Pet

by Sara Fields

  I knew that. She had yet to accept it. It was only a matter of time. There was so much in store for her. So much I planned to teach her.

  My balls ached at the thought. I wasn’t ready to spend inside her tight little hole yet though. I wanted to make her come while I rode her bare little bottom with my cock.

  “It hurts, sir,” she exclaimed.

  “I know, little kitten. Would you like to come for me?” I asked her.

  “Yes, sir. Please,” she begged. Her desperation was like music to my ears and my cock was as hard as iron because of it.

  I would give her what she wanted. I wanted to give her everything.

  I grasped the hair at the back of her scalp and firmly pulled her up by it. She cried out in pain at first, but the sounds of her pleasure soon followed. She liked when I fucked her ass and when I reached down to slide my fingers into her pussy, I found her completely and utterly soaking wet. I thoroughly coated my fingertips with her arousal and lightly grazed a single one against her clit. She shivered with desire and her little nub hardened beneath my finger. She was close to orgasm.

  This time, I decided not to make her wait.

  Roughly, I used the flats of two of my fingers to force her straight to the edge. She begged and pleaded for orgasm and when I was finally ready, I gave her permission.

  “Come for me, kitten. Come hard while I’m fucking your pretty little bottom,” I demanded.

  Her body relented. Over and over for me. The more she came for me, the more her body clutched at my cock. Her muscles quivered and tensed beneath me. I wrenched her head back by her hair, making her tremble with pain and pleasure as her asshole gripped at my cock even more firmly. I turned her face toward mine and I captured her lips with my own. I kissed her so fiercely she gasped into my mouth. My tongue twirled with hers. I claimed her with my kiss at the very same time that my fingers forced her to come for me.

  She screamed with pleasure, but I swallowed her sounds. She shivered in my arms and still I kissed her, taking everything from her as I fucked her ass as hard as she needed. She tightened around me again and when I finally released her lips from mine, the musical sounds of her moans met my ears.

  I didn’t give her a moment of relief. I just kept fucking her.

  She squirmed and cried for me, but it didn’t matter. I took her tight little hole as hard as I pleased, taking my time as I enjoyed myself as I used her. She protested, but I knew how hard it made her break apart beneath me.

  She came for me several more times before I decided she’d had enough, and I allowed myself to let go. My balls squeezed tight and a rush of sensation poured out from the base of my spine as my seed spurted up into the tight sheath of her bottom hole.

  I thrust hard again and again until every last drop marked her naughty channel and when I was done, I pulled out swiftly. I didn’t give her an option to move as I climbed off the bed and retrieved her good girl tail. Using the seed that was leaking from her tight little hole as lubricant, I swiftly slid it inside her. I clipped the long fluffy tail to the plug just as she whimpered softly in surprise. She was too far gone in her pleasure to really protest.

  I gathered her in my arms and took her kitty ears from the nightstand. I brought her into the bathroom and brushed her hair. I allowed her a few minutes to cleanse herself and go to the restroom. When I thought that she’d had enough time, I entered without asking and placed the ears on top of her head. I brushed my fingers along her collar and circled my hand around the back of her neck.

  “We shall eat breakfast together and after we are done, you will ask me to accompany me to the bedroom and remove your good girl tail. If you are very good, you will be allowed to shower. If you are naughty though, you’ll be wearing your bad girl tail with a bright red bottom,” I warned her.

  She blushed beautifully for me. She didn’t complain and I was proud of her for it.

  I led her into the kitchen where my chef had already laid out a spread of meats, fruits, and cheeses, as well as a number of freshly baked pastries. I couldn’t help but smile as her pretty blue eyes widened like saucers at the sight of all of it. It was adorable. Without asking, I gathered her in my lap and fed her by hand, rolling the meats and cheeses together before I carefully placed them in between her waiting lips. She seemed to especially enjoy the mozzarella and prosciutto the most, so I fed her more of that.

  “May I have a raspberry pastry, sir?” she asked quietly. She didn’t reach for it and instead patiently waited for me to get it for her. A fierce of pleasure jolted me straight down to my cock at her submission to me.

  “Since you asked so nicely, my pretty kitten,” I replied. I reached for one and broke off a piece, pressing it in between her lips. A bit of raspberry jam dribbled onto her chin and I used my thumb to clean it off. The defiant little thing captured my hand with hers, and she cleaned off my finger with her mouth.

  “Sassy girl. Keep that up and I’ll fuck that pretty little pussy with your tail still inside your naughty little bottom,” I warned her, and she shivered delightfully against me. I didn’t need to look to see if she’d blushed for me. I knew that she did.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured. I fed her the rest of the pastry while she sat in my lap.

  “Are you full, kitten?” I asked her when she was done chewing.

  “Yes, sir,” she said gleefully.

  “Do you have something to ask me now, my pet?” I pressed.

  “Will you allow me to shower, sir?” she asked.

  I smiled. She’d only partially obeyed. She was a feisty little thing and that made me hard.

  “Will you remove my good girl tail for me, sir?” she finally added, shivering with her embarrassment and my grin widened.

  “I will, little kitten,” I answered.

  This time, I enjoyed every last moment of her bright pink blush as it caressed her cheeks. I lifted her chin and watched as she struggled with her shame, and the arousal that I knew was dripping onto her pretty thighs. Her eyes were fully dilated.

  When I was ready, I let her down from my lap. I took her fingers in mine and led her into the bedroom.

  “On your knees. Crawl to the bed for me,” I directed and her flush deepened.

  Tentatively, she lowered herself and placed her hands on the floor. She moved forward slowly, crawling for me and swaying her hips for me in the most beautiful way. I took all the time I wanted to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body and when she reached the bed, she climbed up and wagged her tail for me a bit suggestively. I ambled over to her leisurely, dragging my fingers up and down the backs of her thighs. She whimpered nervously.

  I took the tail between my fingers and pulled it just a little, not enough to remove it, but enough to jostle it inside her. Her hips arched up and her fingers gripped the blankets beneath her. She was wet again. I slipped my fingers along her slickness, finding her ready and willing for me.

  I pulled the tail from her body and she gasped, her tight little hole probably sore.

  “You were such a good girl at breakfast. Would you like me to use my fingers and make you come, little kitten?” I asked. I circled her clit as I said the words.

  “Yes, sir,” she purred.

  I grinned.

  Gently, I pushed a bit harder on her sensitive little bud and forced her higher and higher into the world of bliss. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing herself on the surface of my fingers even more firmly and before long, she was quivering beneath me as her release overcame her. Her muscles tensed beautifully, and I enjoyed the sight of her own arousal mixing together with my drying seed on her thighs. Her body quivered as she came down from the pleasure I’d given her and when she was finally sated, I removed my fingers. She sighed with satisfaction.

  “Thank you, sir,” she whispered.

  “You’re welcome, kitten,” I replied. “It was my pleasure.”

  I sat down on the bed beside her, and this time she climbed into my lap all on her own. She wrapped her arms around my neck,
her fingers playing at the collar of my shirt and petting the hair on my chest. No one had ever done that to me before and I decided that I very much enjoyed it.

  She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes.

  “Are you ready to shower now, kitten?” I asked her.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “You may go wash yourself, kitten. One day, I will bathe you, but I have business I need to get a start on while you’re in the shower. Pick a dress from the closet as well as comfortable shoes. You will not wear a bra or panties, kitten, do you understand?” I instructed.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied. There was the slightest smile at the edges of her lips.

  She needed this. That was more than clear to me.

  From the contentment in her eyes, to the languid way she was still holding onto me as if I was a lifeline, to trembling in her muscles, there was a part of her deep inside that she hadn’t even known existed. She needed a man who challenged her, who kept her on her feet, but most important of all, she needed a man to push her.

  I would be that man.

  “When you’re ready, you may go. You may stay in my lap as long as you like, kitten,” I said softly, tracing my fingers up and down her thighs. She trembled just the slightest bit and curled her arms around my neck.

  I was never going to let this woman go. Not ever.

  A few minutes passed and she eventually convinced herself to leave the warmth of my lap. I stood up beside her and removed her ears for her. I also unlocked the collar from her throat.

  “You will bring your collar with you when you come to me. I will put it back around that pretty throat,” I said softly.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied.

  I watched her walk back into the master bedroom, enjoying the view of her naked body as she rounded the corner. I waited just long enough for the water to turn on and when I was sure that she was alright, I made my way to my office.

  She would come find me when she was ready.

  Chapter 10

  Chloe

  I stepped into the warm water flowing from the rain shower and moaned as it caressed my sore muscles and well-used body. For a minute or two, I just stood under the hot spray, enjoying the feeling of it dripping off my skin. Eventually, I convinced myself to start cleansing. I rinsed away the remains of his seed along my thighs. My bottom hole was especially sore, and I took my time to wash it as carefully as I could. I did the same with the tender place between my thighs. When I was done, I wrapped myself in one of the softest towels I’d ever felt and padded into the attached master closet.

  There was a section of dresses of pretty much any color that I could imagine. With trepidation, I ran my fingers along them and looked at the tags. Every single one was my size. After a few minutes of careful deliberation, I decided on a light blue long-sleeve wrap dress. It was accented with dark blue embroidered roses. Letting the towel drop to the floor, I pulled it on and relished the way the soft fabric hugged my body. I returned to the bathroom and hung up the used towel. Finally, I brushed the wet tangles of my hair and when I was done, I took the leather collar and wandered out of the bedroom in search of Silas’ office.

  I was distracted by the beautiful décor along the way, but I eventually found the massive double mahogany doors that led into his study. There was an enormous wooden desk that was worthy of a king in the center of the room and bookshelves covered in books on every wall. The wood was dark, giving the entire room a cave-like feel. There were three large leather couches with enough room to fit at least nine people, giving the room a luxurious ambience.

  Silas was typing and staring at a panel of screens, but when I entered the room, he turned toward me and smiled. He stood up from his chair and approached me. I held up the collar for him and he took it. Carefully, he wound it around my neck and clipped it into place.

  “One day, I will reward you will a very pretty silver collar that you will wear for me always, kitten,” he murmured, and a strange quiver of glee tingled across my skin. His fingers glided over top of my breasts. He reached down and lifted the hem of my dress above my waist. “Good girl. You obeyed my instructions,” he added, as he let my clothing fall back into place. I shivered harder, unable to help the throbbing in my core at his words. I wasn’t quite sure why yet, but I enjoyed his praise almost as much as I enjoyed his fingers between my thighs.

  Almost.

  I blushed and his hand pressed under my chin, cupping my face possessively and dragging the pad of his thumb across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and he sighed with satisfaction.

  “You really are the most perfect little thing, my pet,” he said softly.

  I could feel myself heat even further. I wasn’t quite sure what to say so I said nothing at all.

  “From your phone records, you like to work out fairly often, don’t you, kitten?” he asked, and I nodded.

  “Answer me properly, my pet,” he warned, and I hummed quietly with anxiety.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Good girl. Damon will accompany you to the gym and the pool inside the building,” he instructed. He released my chin and strode around his desk, pausing to lift a pink gym bag from the carpet. “Inside you will find gym clothes and a swimsuit. There is a sports bra, but no panties because I want your pretty little pussy bare, kitten.”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied.

  He handed me the bag and I gripped it tightly in my fingers.

  “Let me know when you’d like to go. You are welcome to wander the penthouse in the meantime. I will call Damon up to accompany you,” he said. “My team will be here soon. Do I need to take you over my knee and warm your bottom to remind you to behave?”

  “No, sir,” I whispered, my bottom tensing as if he’d done exactly that.

  “Good girl. Kneel beside me now,” he said quietly.

  When I was around him like this, it was hard to focus. I obeyed him without thinking and as I knelt there beside his leather chair, it occurred to me that I’d be able to think more clearly if I put some distance in between us.

  Already, I could tell that my heart had softened for him. I craved his touch on my skin, his kind words, and everything that came with him. The connection between us was becoming more intense with every moment we were together, and I was soon afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fight it at all.

  I was lost in thought when his team members entered the room. Silas didn’t introduce them to me right away. His fingers scratched at the top of my head, petting me gently and making it clear that he wasn’t ignoring me.

  “Chloe, I want you to meet my team,” he finally said, and I was a little taken aback at first at the use of my name. I moved to stand up to my feet, but a firm hand on my shoulder prevented that. I stayed down on my knees, watching as the group of men sat down on the large couches. There were six of them, but they were big enough to take up the majority of the furniture.

  He introduced them all to me.

  “This is Dean, Eric, Daniel, Michael, Anthony, and Julian,” he began, pointing to each one as he did so. “Together, we call ourselves The Seven. We work together to undermine corruption and crime throughout the world, but we operate by our own rules, not by the bureaucracy of government or politics or anyone else,” he explained.

  “What does that mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

  “It means we aren’t constrained by any laws but our own,” he replied.

  I stared at the men gathered before me. They were all quite large and well-muscled. Every one of them peered back at Silas with measured respect and I could tell that these men had worked with one another for a long time. I didn’t ask any more questions and the men returned to talking about business. They discussed a range of topics from the stock market to bank chains, and the conversation started to turn darker and far more interesting after that. They started to discuss criminal organizations like the mafia and their role in human trafficking, the drug trade, as well as money laundering in certain bank chains.<
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  “I’ve noticed that Nick Lucchese frequents the Empire Bank down in Brooklyn. He thinks he’s stealthy about his trips there, but he does every Friday at the same time,” Dean offered.

  “Dumbass. He should know better than to fall into a pattern like that. Why don’t you look into it further and we can take his bank accounts for ourselves, Dean?” Silas grinned.

  When I started fidgeting, Silas returned his hand to my scalp. After a little while longer, he paused and spoke once more.

  “Would you like to go to the gym now, kitten?” he asked. I looked down at the floor, a tad embarrassed that he’d referred to me that way in front of his men. I knew how he expected me to answer though.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Go to the elevator and take your gym bag. Damon will meet you there,” he offered. I stood up and he grasped my hand, pulling me toward him. His lips captured mine in a kiss. It was as consuming as it was overwhelming and for a moment, every worry in my mind fell away. It didn’t even matter than six men were watching and that they could probably see how my nipples had pebbled under my dress. I could feel my arousal between my thighs, and I hoped that they couldn’t sense that too.

  When Silas released me, I was left breathless, my body pulsing with sensation. I sighed softly with pleasure as he released me.

  “I look forward to your return, kitten,” he said quietly, and I smiled. When I’d gathered myself enough to take a step, I muttered something of a goodbye to the other men inside the room and ventured back into the hallway in the direction of the elevator. As soon as I turned the corner, the doors slid open, revealing Damon inside.

  “We meet again,” he grinned.

  “Damon,” I greeted him. He took my bag from my fingers and moved to the side as I walked into the elevator with him. Now that I was no longer in Silas’ presence, I took what felt like the first full breath I’d taken in a long time. I leaned back against the wall as the elevator sped downward and closed my eyes for a few seconds.