Pet

by Sara Fields

  He gave me pain and I had to take it.

  I’d been naughty. I’d touched my pussy against his instructions. I’d earned this.

  Those ten smacks seemed to stretch on for an eternity and just when I thought I was on the cusp of tears once more, it finally stopped.

  “Please,” I begged. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know, kitten. Is your little pussy very sore now?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I whined.

  I didn’t expect what he did after that. Without warning, his mouth closed over top of my clit and his tongue laved it. With a gasp, I arched into him, unable to quell the feelings of desire and stinging pain that still radiated across my pussy. I shuddered beneath him, completely bound and at his mercy, knowing that I was going to have to take everything he gave me no matter what.

  That made me burn even hotter. I wanted him. I needed him. I craved release at his hand.

  Pain and pleasure. One and the same.

  His warm tongue suckled my clit, forcing me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm until all at once, it disappeared. I lifted my head in confusion and his dark eyes met mine. Those inky depths terrified me, and I was left with the sudden terrible feeling that the spanking between my legs was just the beginning of what he had in store for me.

  My release simmered away, and I trembled under his hard stare. My anxiety grew tenfold and I couldn’t control its terrifying pull. Nothing else mattered but this moment where he held me in the palm of his hand. I was at his mercy and he knew it. He thrived on it.

  My pussy tightened because of it.

  His mouth returned to my pussy. His tongue expertly worked my clit and within seconds, my orgasm returned with even more force than before. He pushed me to the edge and wouldn’t let me escape, no matter how much I squirmed or pressed up onto his mouth. He slipped a single finger inside me and worked a place inside that drove me wild with need. I moaned and squirmed, trying to press myself against him as he drove me to the edge once more.

  His lips between my thighs stung and the plug hung heavy in my bottom. It still hurt quite a bit and my pussy burned.

  He pulled away from me and I squeaked in surprise. The denial cut through me like the edge of a knife. A painful jolt burst down my spine and nothing I did would make it stop. When the torment eventually faded away, I quivered hard. My pussy clenched that single finger and I found myself humming with shame because I knew he’d be able to feel every second of it.

  He put his mouth on my pussy and edged me.

  Again.

  And again.

  Over and over until I thought I was going to scream.

  My clit throbbed painfully, denied the pleasure I so very much wanted and needed. My core clutched incredibly tight with a fluttering sensation that refused to dampen. It twisted harder and harder until all I knew was an arousal so strong that it took over every fiber of my being. Nothing I did made it stop and I trembled even harder knowing that.

  I begged him to stop. I pleaded for him to grant me release. I told him I was sorry. I offered to suck his cock. I promised that I’d spread myself open for him so that he could use my pussy and then my ass as hard as he wanted if he would just let me come.

  I offered him everything. The more I begged, the hotter my body became. My breasts ached, heavy with desire. He didn’t reach for them. Not even once and I couldn’t help but pull at the cuffs that bound me in order to try to touch him instead.

  He edged me again.

  He’d turned my pleasure into a punishment, and it was beginning to hurt so much that I wanted to cry.

  “Please,” I begged, hearing my voice break as another jolt of pain broiled through me. I struggled to take the cruel denial once more and he finally drew back when my legs started to shake for him.

  “Would you like to come, little kitten?” he asked darkly.

  “Yes, sir,” I wailed. I sounded so pitifully needy that it made me blush.

  He grabbed the leather belts holding my legs captive and undid them, releasing them one at a time. I curled my legs inward, pulling them in close to my chest as if they could offer some semblance of protection even though I knew they wouldn’t. With a soft whimper, I gazed back at him, feeling awfully sore and incredibly sorry for myself. I had never felt more like a punished little kitten in my life. Every single touch was painful, no matter if he intended each one to be gentle, hard, or rough. I didn’t know whether to gasp with pleasure or cry out with pain and my body wouldn’t stop shaking because of it.

  He stood and released my wrists from the furry leather cuffs, and I sighed with sorrow.

  “Please, sir. Please let me come,” I begged.

  “Grab that roughly textured pillow over there and crawl out of the cage. I want you to sit up and press it between your thighs. Present your beautiful body to me, my pet,” he directed. I rushed to obey him, aching with pleasure so intense that I knew I would do anything to be granted release. I would do whatever he wanted. The rough fabric of the pillow scratched my tender skin and I tried my best to avoid touching it.

  “Yes, sir,” I clamored desperately. My pussy tingled with the painful ache of denial and nothing could make it stop. I needed to come so badly that it hurt.

  “If you want to come for me, you’re going to ride that pillow until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to use your fingers at all, kitten. Do you understand me?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I cried.

  “Begin, kitten. Come hard for me all over that pillow,” he directed. With a quiet moan, I lowered my sore flesh onto the pillow, forcing a flash of pain to blossom deep into my core. Hesitantly, I ground my hips into the fabric, dragging my clit against the rough surface. I was surprised at the fact that it felt incredibly good. I rolled again and again, gripping the corner of the pillow and angling it so it pressed more firmly against my needy flesh.

  He’d worked me up into so a frenzy that it didn’t take long for my first orgasm to take ahold of me. It was so strong that I froze instantly, just allowing the exquisite bliss that burned through me with a savage fervor.

  “Keep going, kitten. I didn’t give you permission to stop,” he reminded me.

  I rode that pillow harder and a second orgasm tore through me. Every fiber of my being fluttered with a tingling sensation that held me captive in its firm embrace. I screamed and quivered under its thrall. I couldn’t stop trembling under its power.

  My body burned with a need to please him. My sore bottom was still likely pink from the paddle and my asshole ached from my bad girl tail. My pussy stung from his hand, but I rode that pillow hard anyway. The rough fabric was more than enough to send me to tremendous pleasure over and over again as I tried to satisfy the incredible need inside me. I didn’t stop at three orgasms; instead I kept going until I lost count entirely. I kept moving, grinding my pussy against the textured cloth as I rose higher into the world of intense ecstasy that left me breathless and panting.

  I burned with arousal that threatened to fray me apart at the seams. My fingertip and the ends of my toes tingled with pleasure and pain until they morphed together into one terrible sensation that threatened to render me undone.

  Even when I wanted to stop, I kept riding that pillow because that’s what he expected of me. I was worried that he would punish me again if I paused for even a moment and as my orgasms burned through me, I started to whimper at the intense pain coursing through me with every jolt of pleasure that raced up and down my spine.

  There was a tipping point where my orgasms turned more painful than pleasurable, and I started to cry. Every muscle in my body quaked with residual sensation and I couldn’t help but weep from it.

  “One more. You will come very hard and very fast for me with tears dripping down your face, kitten, so that you remember to obey me,” he instructed.

  I wailed.

  I ground into that pillow as I broke for him, sobbing with pleasure and intense agony as I felt my body climb higher and higher with even more reluctan
t arousal. I cried harder as I approached the edge of my next orgasm and I met his eyes the moment I broke again.

  Hot exquisite sensation blinded me, and I screamed hard as I came. My core tightened so hard at the same time that every nerve in my body crackled with desire. He captured me with his gaze, and I couldn’t tear myself away from him as I struggled to cope with the overwhelming burn that shattered me completely.

  When my release finally faded, I shook hard as my tears poured down my face. He gathered me in his arms and pressed me over the bed. I couldn’t even move as he removed my tail. It hurt, but there was no fight left in me.

  “You will wear your sleeping tail to bed, kitten,” he said softly. Warm metal pressed against the wetness of my pussy. He twirled it in my arousal, thoroughly coating it before he pressed the much smaller plug into my bottom hole. I was numb with sore achy pleasure as he tucked me into bed beside him. My body trembled and my legs couldn’t stop shaking. Tears continued to fall no matter how much I tried to stop them.

  He turned me toward him and wrapped his arms around me. I clutched at him as if he was a lifeline. The sound of his heart was heavy in my ears and I soon learned to time my breath to its tune.

  “You took that so well. I’m so proud of you, little kitten,” he murmured, and a blaze of warmth surrounded me like a welcome embrace. My naked breasts pressed against the softness of his shirt. I wanted to be even closer to him though and couldn’t help but wrap my legs around his waist so that I could press even more of my trembling body against him.

  “Sir,” I murmured.

  “Such a good little kitten,” he whispered.

  I very nearly purred for him.

  Chapter 12

  Chloe

  The next morning, I awoke still in his arms. I was so comfortable I didn’t want to move. A gradual soreness ached through my limbs. It felt like he was watching me and when I finally convinced myself to open my eyes, I saw that I was right.

  “I’m quite pleased with pink glow on your cheeks, kitten. It’s a sign that you were properly punished last night,” he murmured, and I could feel my flush deepen. My bottom ached and as I moved my legs against each other, I was keenly aware of how sore my pussy was too.

  “I’m going to bathe you myself this morning, my little kitten,” he whispered, and I whimpered quietly. “Shhhh, it’s okay, sweet girl. I intend to be gentle.”

  I curled even closer to him. When he unfurled himself from my arms, he gathered me in his and brought me to the master bathroom where he turned on the water. Carefully, he placed me down and removed my ears, collar, and had me bend over so that he could remove my sleeping tail. After he was done, he undressed and carried me into the shower with him. The warm spray was jarring at first and then I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt it rinse the ache away.

  He washed me gently, taking care to gingerly bathe between my thighs and even spread my bottom so that he could carefully cleanse my sore hole. He massaged my sore limbs with strong fingers, and I moaned with pleasure at the soothing feelings coursing through me. His fingers worshiped every inch of my body, ensuring that he washed all the dried arousal off my thighs and the sweat that had dripped down my back at the exertion of riding the pillow for him last night.

  He was so gentle that my heart pounded with love and not even a single fiber of me fought back against it. Instead, I welcomed it.

  He finished cleansing my body and focused on my hair next. He shampooed and conditioned my long locks quite thoroughly, even brushing out the tangles with the deliciously scented oils still on my scalp. When he was finally done, he quickly washed himself, rinsed, and turned off the water. Then he wrapped me in a soft fluffy towel and dried me off.

  He dressed himself and wrapped me in a soft silk robe. Finally, he clipped my collar back into place and I lovingly traced my fingers along it.

  “Let’s get some breakfast, sweet girl, and we’ll talk over what we should do next,” he murmured.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered as a wistful smile curled up at the edges of my lips. We padded into the kitchen together where two bowls of hot oatmeal topped with berries were waiting for us. There was no one else there. He passed me some of the hot cereal and I dug in just as my stomach growled furiously with aching hunger. I took a bite, watching as he poured a cup of coffee and creamer for me and himself. He handed me that next.

  I sipped at my coffee before taking another mouthful of the brown sugar oatmeal and warm berries. The more I drank, the more awake I felt. He passed me a glass of milk and I eyed it as well.

  “I think we should lay low for a while, kitten,” he said.

  For a moment, I was quiet.

  “I need to perform,” I answered softly. “If I don’t, Atlantic Records won’t be able to watch my performances. They won’t sign me until they do. You can’t take this away from me. I’ve earned it.”

  “You should know by now that if I want something done, I will see to it,” he answered.

  “I want to earn it myself,” I scoffed.

  “You’ll take what I give you and like it,” he said darkly, and I gazed back at him with frustration.

  “I’m not the kind of girl that takes handouts,” I glared. I jerked my hand to the side, inadvertently knocking the full glass of milk he’d passed to me onto the floor. His gaze dropped, watching as the creamy liquid spread across the tile.

  “What happened the last time you refused me, kitten?” he asked darkly.

  I stilled, staring at the milk as if I could will it back into the glass and onto the table where it belonged.

  “You punished me,” I whispered.

  Quickly and efficiently, he stood up, grabbed a kitchen towel, and used it to wipe up the spilled milk. He used another damp towel to clean the tile off completely.

  “Wait here, kitten. I will fetch your bad girl tail and then I’ll teach you a lesson with my belt,” he warned.

  I keened.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He didn’t answer and left the room. I squirmed in my chair, feeling bare and far too exposed beneath the rose-colored robe that covered my skin. I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep it on. I waited anxiously, regretting my choice to refuse him pretty much immediately. When he returned, he carried my bad girl tail and a thick brown leather belt along with him. Nervously, I noted that he hadn’t brought the bottle of lube along with it. I chewed the inside of my cheek, watching as he approached me.

  He pointed at the plush fabric bench next to the kitchen table.

  “Take off your robe and lie down over there. I’m going to put your bad girl tail back in to punish that bare little bottom, but I’m not going to use your wetness or any lubricant to ease its passage. Do you know what I’m going to use, my naughty kitten?” he asked.

  “No, sir,” I answered apprehensively. Tension rippled through every last inch of me.

  “I’m going to lube the plug with ginger paste, naughty girl,” he answered.

  I had no idea what that would do, but I had a feeling it was going to be terrible. He cleared his throat and I tentatively stood up, untying the waistband that held the robe shut. I shrugged it off my shoulders, whimpering quietly as I bared myself for him. He watched me the entire time, which made my pussy pulse with need and my bottom tighten with fearful anticipation. He pulled the bench out into the middle of the room and pointed once more. I lay down, knowing that I didn’t have a choice about what was to come next.

  I heard him open the jar of ginger paste and his fingers were in between my legs before I had a chance to react. He spread the warm paste all over my pussy, before he pressed even more of it into my sore bottom hole. In silence, he moved quickly and efficiently. I didn’t look, but I knew he was covering the metal plug with it. When the tip of it pressed against my reluctant channel, I tensed, but the slickened surface pushed into me all the same.

  I started to feel warm.

  And then the plug’s entry started to hurt. No matter how many times he plugged me, my body
was never ready for it. A sense of panic raced through me and I tried to relax, but my muscles tensed around the metal all the same and only made it hurt that much more. I cried out and he very roughly pushed it all the way inside me.

  The pain snapped through me like a rubber band. I keened as several harsh moments of agony rolled through me. My back arched and my shoulders rounded inward as I struggled to take it and when his fingers lovingly traced down my spine, I was finally able to get a hold of myself. I took one deep breath, followed by another, and the cruel ache eventually faded away. He clipped my tail to the bad girl plug and the fur brushed against the backs of my thighs.

  The warmth across my sensitive flesh grew stronger. I squirmed just a little and what began as a gentle heat quickly escalated to something far greater. The slow simmer soon intensified to a scalding fire and I groaned as it continued even past that.

  This was so much worse than a spanking. This pain was never-ending and felt so much deeper than anything else. It was even worse because I hadn’t seen it coming. I hadn’t known that ginger could be used to punish me like this.

  I couldn’t make it stop. Nothing would make it stop.

  “You’re starting to feel the effects of the ginger now, aren’t you, naughty girl?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” I wailed.

  My pussy burned so hot. Every single nerve ending was boiling with heat, burning hotter and hotter until the searing heat made me want to cry. His hand steadied on my lower back and I realized that he held the belt in the other.

  My belting began fast and hard. His fingers held me firmly against the bench. The belt whipped across my sore flesh, reigniting the deep ache his paddle had left behind the night before. All at once, my world became a fiery ball of intense sensation that wouldn’t end. The ginger paste worked its way deep into my skin, punishing me with its incredible heat at the same time the leather branded its way across my naked cheeks.