by K D Grace
He caught Tino off guard, jerking him back on his haunches. Then he pressed a knee into his ribs, which in conjunction with the stranglehold on his collar, was enough to subdue him. The force with which he manhandled the big Pet took Stella’s breath away.
She was surprised at the soft chuckle that passed the handler’s relaxed lips. ‘You want her that badly, do you, Tino? Mmm, and I sense a little jealousy from you, don’t I? Never sensed that from you before. Very poor form to interrupt our little bitch when she’s about to suck her keeper’s cock. But then males in rut are often poorly behaved, and they’re not very rational, are they? Always thinking with their cocks. Oh, this is going to be such an interesting weekend.’ He tisk-tisked. ‘You’ll get her in time. Maybe. But not now you won’t. Now you know what you’ll get, don’t you, Tino?’
She had seen it before, she had seen Tino hang his head like a bad little Pet and turn his bottom toward his keeper to be punished for misbehaving. When it had been her doing the punishing, her pulse had raced and her pussy had practically gushed, but what she felt as Professor redid his straining fly and pulled his belt free from his trousers in nearly the same way Vincent had done, was much more visceral, much more closely linked to fear. But not so close that she didn’t still feel it in her pussy.
‘If first impressions are any indication,’ Professor was saying, ‘I think our sexy little bitch would love nothing better than to watch you take your punishment, don’t you agree, Tino? I get the distinct impression she feels you deserve punishing at least as much as I do, so perhaps I’ll punish you for both of us. Yes. I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.’ He stepped closer and ran the edge of the belt up between Tino’s arse cheeks, making him clench.
Professor motioned to a heavy oak coffee table in front of the sofa. Tino moved to bend over the table, bracing himself with his arms stiff against it and his legs wide apart. As he did so, he shot a surreptitious glance over his shoulder at Stella.
‘Perhaps once she’s seen you properly punished with your arse cheeks all red and burning, she’ll be a little more receptive to your cock, Tino.’ He tut-tutted. ‘My goodness, one can only imagine what you’ve done to her to make a bitch with such an obviously needy little cunny fight you like a wildcat.’
The first lash with the belt split the air with an invasive crack. Tino flinched and sucked oxygen, but Stella cried out.
Professor raised his hand to Stella without looking at her. ‘It’s all right, my darling. Believe me, Tino’s arse can take it, and he bloody well deserves it, I’m sure we both agree. Now you just sit back and watch, my sweet little bitch, while I punish our naughty, rutting stud here.’
Strange that she should feel a sense of camaraderie with this man, strange that the sense of dread and fear she felt should be mingled with so many other feelings, and somewhere in that mix was righteous anger. But who’d have thought righteous anger could be so arousing? She surprised herself at the very thought, and when the next lash came loud and vicious, leaving an angry red mark across Tino’s beautiful bottom, the wet, squirmy buzz in her cunt was shocking. In spite of the taut nerves that almost made her stomach hurt, she found herself inching closer as the next lash came. Then Professor paused to run a hand, almost tenderly, along the crimson striping now marring Tino’s pale bottom.
‘Come here, my little bitch, I know you want a closer look. I can feel your tension, your arousal. Clear across the room I can feel it.’ He beckoned to Stella without looking at her. He motioned her to sit on the floor next to where Tino bent over the coffee table. To her astonishment, Tino was as hard as ever. ‘Cup his balls, darling,’ Professor commanded. ‘Go on. It’s all right. There, you see? You feel how heavy he is, how badly he wants to come. Now take his cock in your mouth. Don’t be afraid. You’ve done nothing wrong.’
She did as she was told.
‘As deep as you can. Go on. That’s my girl, now suck him.’
This time Tino cried out, and a shudder passed up through his spine. He lifted a hand to her head and curled his fingers in her hair, but Professor knocked his hand away.
‘That’s enough, Stella. We’re not ready to let him come just yet, are we?’
She pulled away trembling so hard she practically fell backward on her butt.
‘You see how aroused he is, Stella, darling. You see how badly he needs to come, even with me punishing him.’ Then he turned his attention to Tino and reached forward to tenderly cup his tight jaw. ‘But he won’t come. He won’t come until he’s been fully punished for all his bad behaviour. He knows how much sweeter it’ll be then, darling. Oh, he knows, don’t you, Tino?’
Tino’s lovely face was already red and perspiring from the hard lashes, and as the keeper landed another, she flinched in sympathy, but found herself unable to take her eyes off his cock, the way it surged, the way the tip already glistened with precome. How could what was so obviously painful to him arouse him so? How could it make her so hot? And why did she want to participate in something that only a few days ago she would have thought totally perverted?
She caught Professor’s gaze between lashes of the belt and rose to sit open legged on the sofa just in front of Tino, just beyond his reach. The keeper’s wicked chuckle told her he approved. She held his gaze for a moment longer before sliding her fingers down between her legs to caress and fondle her cunt. With her other hand she stroked and pinched her nipples to aching heavy points.
‘I see you understand fully, little one,’ Professor spoke in a voice that was thick with his own arousal. ‘Go on then. You have my permission to play with your wet little quinny. And, Tino, you watch her. If you look away, you’ll make your punishment even worse, and you know I’m not talking about my belt.’
She sat on the sofa spread wide. Along with the cracking of the belt and the noisy intake of oxygen, the wet squelch of her fingers joined the soundtrack as they shoved in and out of her creamy gash and raked rhythmically over her clit.
‘Her eyes, Tino,’ Professor barked. ‘Look at her eyes, don’t look at her cunt. You know what she’s doing with her cunt, and you know it doesn’t involve you. You look her in the eyes, and you don’t look away until I say.’
Tino obeyed, but not before the next lash scrunched his face in pain, and something more than pain, something that made Stella want to run away, on the one hand, and on the other hand it made her crazy horny. She felt like the burning in her cunt could easily outstrip that in Tino’s bottom if she didn’t get some relief soon. She squirmed and bounced on the couch, unable to believe she could even think of being aroused when Tino was in pain, but she was. She held his gaze, pouring all her anger, all her frustration, all of the other things that were too complicated for words into that gaze, as though she could send it all straight to his brain, straight to his soul and make him hurt like she had hurt when he left her.
She didn’t know how many lashes he’d had, but silent stoicism had given way to deep-chested grunts and groans that vibrated up through her and made her ache and hurt and want. Finally, with the last hard lash, he cried out; they cried out together. As his knees buckled, she was half over the coffee table toward him before the keeper stopped her.
‘Not yet, Stella. I’m not finished with him yet.’ He dropped the belt and unzipped his trousers to release his own straining erection. But as she started to sink to her knees in front of him, he shook his head. ‘It was Tino who interrupted my oral pleasure, darling, therefore it’s Tino who must make amends before he can mount you.’ He held her gaze. ‘That is if he has expiated his bad behaviour enough to be worthy of your cunt. If not, then I shall take care of you myself, darling, while he watches.’
He seated himself on the coffee table in front of Tino, who offered her a quick glance then took Professor’s cock deep into his mouth, an act which made the keeper groan and hitch his breath, an act which made her cunt grasp hungrily.
‘Tino is never more exquisite than when he’s contrite, penitent, well punished, with his bottom b
urning like fire. Feel it, my little bitch, feel how hot it is.’
The growl that escaped Tino’s throat was leonine as she lay a hand on his burning arse, noticing how his buttocks contracted beneath her touch, how his anus gripped to a tight little knot of muscle. She couldn’t resist. She couldn’t resist the heat radiating off his lovely red backside, nor the delicious view between his thighs of his tight balls and jutting penis. She lowered her head and ran her tongue from the top of his left thigh all the way up over his clenching arse cheek, and did the same to the other one, feeling the resulting shudder move up his spine.
‘Ah, there, you see, Tino,’ Professor spoke between efforts to breathe. ‘I think she’s forgiven you.’
She licked every inch of his scorched bottom, at first only with careful, tentative licks. Then she graduated to wide flat presses of her tongue, and finally little circular lavings that ended in tight suckling kisses until he thrust back against her in rhythm with his fellating of Professor’s cock. Professor’s hands were curled in Tino’s hair. His eyes were locked on Stella, whose tongue bath of Tino’s wounded arse could end nowhere else but in a tense dance and thrust against his pucker. His shivers and tremors resulted in a warning from Professor for him to hold his load. It was a warning Stella knew was unnecessary. Tino would hold his load as long as he had to, as long as it took for him to be able to mount her and empty himself into her cunt. It was a privilege she reckoned he had earned.
Just then Professor caught a harsh breath and bit back a curse. ‘I’m coming now, Tino, swallow down my wad like a good boy. Oh Jesus, that’s it!’ A few more grunts and thrusts and Tino pulled away wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Once Professor could breathe enough to speak, he turned his attention to her. ‘You may have him now, Stella, if he’s earned your forgiveness. He’s ready for you.’
This time, as Tino turned to her, he waited, holding her gaze expectantly, waited for her wishes. He was a Pet, they were both Pets, and suddenly her mind was full of how it was for them the first time. She lowered herself onto hands and knees and raised her bottom to him, legs open, pussy slippery and gaping. He practically fell on top of her, scooping her to him. The smell of him was different, spicier, more urgent – if smell could be more urgent. And he pushed into her more urgently. He slid between her labia up to the grudging clench of her opening, which yielded to the delicious pressure of him, yielded completely until he totally filled her. The high-voltage thrum in her clit practically ignited as he slipped a hand down to tweak her. That he had enough concentration left to give a thought to her pleasure after what he had endured amazed her.
He bit the back of her neck and tugged her hair back hard, and she let him. She let him possess her, mount her, rut with her.
Professor shed his clothes and came to sit on the floor next to them, positioning himself so he could easily cup and caress Stella’s breasts or finger Tino’s gripping anus if he chose. And he did choose. ‘That’s my darlings. That’s my lovelies. Now everything’s OK. Now you can fuck, my horny little Pets. Oh I’m sure you must both be so terribly uncomfortable. Now you can have your bitch, Tino, and she’ll accept you and let you make her feel better too. Oh so lovely! Oh so good.’
Suddenly all circuits overloaded and Stella bucked back against Tino and screamed her orgasm until her throat was raw, shaking and convulsing her loss of control. He responded by shoving his own release up in her so far that she swore she could feel him coming just beneath her heart.
‘Oh yes, my darlings, that’s it, come for Professor, come for your keeper, let me see how hard you can come.’ There was a sharp, tight grunt and a warm spurt of the keeper’s semen against the side of Stella’s breasts and up over Tino’s arched back. Then they all collapsed in a slippery, sweaty, sated heap.
That night when they had feasted on sea bass, had several more serious romps on the lounge floor, and had been well bathed, Tino curled around Stella in the very large pet bed at the foot of the Professor’s big four-poster. As she snuggled down tightly against the slow even rise and fall of his chest, Stella remembered Vincent saying, after he’d spanked her, that being a Pet was so much more than what was in the manual. There was no denying, he’d got that right.
Chapter Twenty-one
STELLA WAS AMAZED HOW fast the weekend past, and how much she actually liked Professor. When he said his goodbyes to her and Tino and sent them on their way with the surly handler, it was with very affectionate kisses and caresses, affectionate enough to leave her wet and Tino visibly hard through his thin trousers. And Tino – being Tino – made no effort to hide his full package, nor was he subtle about rubbing it against her bottom while they waited for the handler to open the back of the van.
Inside, the handler stripped them, completely ignoring Tino’s erection. Probably a routine sight for him, Stella thought, as he shooed them into the Pet carrier together. It wasn’t that routine for her, though, and despite the very long sweaty romp they had barely managed to get showered and dressed from before the handler showed up, she was hungry for him again.
The handler chuckled as Tino arranged himself to sit carefully inside the carrier. ‘Got your arse spanked good, did you? No doubt you deserved it. What about you, Stella?’ He patted her bottom gently and, when she didn’t flinch, he smiled knowingly. ‘Guess our good Professor had other plans for you. Wanted to watch you fuck Tino’s brains out, did he? Has kinky tastes, that one.’
Stella couldn’t keep from smiling, wondering just exactly how the handler would know about Professor’s kinky tastes. Once he had them settled, he buckled himself into the seat at the side and gave the driver the go-ahead, then he picked up his rumpled copy of The Sun and began to read.
The driver hadn’t gone more than a couple of blocks when Tino shifted himself with tight little grunts and sighs that rumbled deep in his chest. She moved to accommodate him, assuming his arse was hurting and he was trying to get comfortable. He nuzzled and pushed at her until she lay curled on her side, but instead of tucking in against her body in his favourite spoon position, he lay down facing her with his forehead pressed to her upper thighs. He shoved and nuzzled and nipped until she opened her legs for him. Then he scooted in to rest his head on her bottom thigh. He wriggled and twisted until his face was only millimetres away from her cunt. She tried to push him away, not wanting him to get another spanking and not wanting one herself, but when he gave her heavy clit a deep, suckling kiss that made her already trembling pussy shudder, she figured the crime was worth the punishment.
He made deep thrusting forays with the flat of his tongue between the swollen pout of her labia, working his way from the tight stretch of her perineum forward to the hard press of her clit, pulling at it, nursing on it as though it were a nipple ready to let down sweet milk, and she was letting down all right. Her pussy was drenched and fragrant with the want of him. His hand, pressed to the small of her back, pulled her still closer until the shape of his lovely stubbled face, right down to the solid jut of his chin and the sweep of his jaw raked her with tetchy, ticklish caresses.
His straining cock brushed her cheek, silky smooth hardness demanding attention. It was a demand she couldn’t refuse. She palmed his tender buttocks to pull him close and felt him flinch, but the flinch was lost in a shudder and a groan that vibrated deliciously against her inner lips as she took his penis into her mouth and cupped the cool heft of his balls, massaging the bulge of them with tight circlings of her thumb.
It was heaven. It was absolute heaven, caught in the time warp that was making love to Tino. She shifted and writhed and rubbed at his face with her receptive, grasping cunt marking him with her scent. And when they were finished, he would carry her smell, carry the weight of her desire as surely as if she had collared him and bound him to her. And she would take his semen in her mouth, swallow it down to her centre, and perhaps she would rub some of it across her breasts and dabble it on her pulse points and carry his scent as a reminder to anyone who shoul
d wonder that she was his, and he had marked her as such.
She was completely lost in the feel of him on her body, when he shifted. Without pulling away from his lapping at her pussy, he rose and lifted one leg over her until he straddled her face. Then he positioned himself above the O of her open mouth and lowered his hips until she could just make out the clench of his anus on her horizon as she took his cock back between her lips. She ran splayed hands up the sides of his tensing thighs and onto his hips to control his downward thrusting. He cupped her arse cheeks to bring her still closer to the wild thrust and lave of his tongue dance, the rake of bared teeth and the tug of his pursed lips.
It was as she shifted to accommodate him that she caught the handler’s eyes above the edge of his paper. She paused in her ministering to Tino’s cock only for the briefest moment. Of course he had to know what they were up to. Tino had long since ceased any efforts to be quiet, and she wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping her own passions under wraps. But it didn’t matter. He could pull Tino off her if he wanted. He could punish them both, but he surely couldn’t expect them to ignore their animal nature in such close quarters when they were both so tight with need. They had done their duty for the weekend; surely they deserved this much.
As though he had read her mind, the handler lowered his eyes once again to the paper like he had seen nothing.
Tino’s thrusts became stiff and tense. She pulled on the length of him until her jaw ached, and yet her mouth was on autopilot. Her brain had completely relocated itself to the building tension within her pelvic girdle. They were close, both so close. Surely her grip on his arse must be painful, but he was too far gone to notice. She could barely move her hips the way he had her cupped to him, the way his face was burrowed against her pout. And yet, she could move just enough. Her body threatened to break bones with the violence of the orgasm that raged up through her, that caused her to pull even harder on him, hard enough that his hips jerked and his cock unloaded its fullness in the back of her throat.
