by JR King
Elena Anderson
The Smart Pet
Resignedly, I waited for the storm. I even braced an arm over my face as though it would stop any slap Alexander decided to deliver.
“Trustworthiness is of paramount importance, Elena!”
I jumped up a little at the lash of his voice. Nothing else happened. With slow wariness, I lowered my arms. Finding my voice, the words moved out of my throat without proper consideration. “I think…it was a slip of the tongue.”
“I’ve got half a mind to take you over my knee for being so imprudent. Spank you until you know better than to be so thoughtless!” he barked in a gruff voice.
Astonishingly, that was it. No headlock, no bitch-slap, no nothing.
I trudged to his office and nervously, timidly knocked on the open door.
“What the fuck do you want?” His voice hard, he fixed me with a death glare. “Get the hell out.”
Go girl. My fingers twisted together as I stared at him, cheeks warmed by a flush. “You should do it.”
“Fixing you a drink? I don’t think so.”
“Not that.”
“What now?” His confusion was, in my opinion, streaked with petulance.
I leaned onto the desk and looked directly into his eyes. “You should spank me. If it would help, of course.”
Maybe I was imagining the dawning look of surprise on his face. “How very intrepid of you, but you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Well, I’ll never know if I don’t try, will I?” The hairs that were raised on the nape of my neck crackled as I spoke. “If you’re still interested in me, like the way you were interested in Carina, I guess I have to start serving you sooner or later, don’t I, sir?”
Even with a dark aura, there was a cruelly seductive glint in his eyes. Standing up, he came around the desk. “Well, well. Would you look at that, a readily available pet.”
Fear of pain sliced through my chest. I snuffed it out as best as I could. “I’m ready to dip my toes in the water.” I straightened and tilted my head childishly. “What say you?”
Exhaling a harsh breath, he stroked his chin, assessing me. “I guess I could let you get away with overruling an order, but that’s not what you want, is it now?”
“I shouldn’t get away with any of it. Reward and punishment.” It was clear from his expression that the latter was what he wanted to hear, because when I softly said it, a smirk spread across his face.
“I’m a firm believer of rewards and punishments, and suffering consequences. Therefore, I’m going to take you upstairs and put you over my knee. I’m going to spank you, and when I’m done, you will service me, gently, like a good girl is supposed to do. Am I clear?”
Not trusting myself, I nodded. Inexperienced me could add another misdemeanor by saying something stupid, after all.
“Follow me to mete out your punishment, pet.”
He’d told me many times how he wanted to take me over his knee but never exercised the punishment. Now that it was actually happening, I felt a heady mix of dread, exhilaration, and arousal.
In the playroom, I watched him as he crossed over to the sofa. My eyes pricked already. Sitting down, he summoned me. “Come here.” I could imagine all too well how potently this was going to hurt, my knees felt weak as I moved to join him. With one hand, he pulled me down across his lap and pinned me there, the weight of his left arm heavy across my shoulders. I struggled against him, so he brushed my hands down my sides. “Be still. I don’t want to have to punish you more than I already need to.” He paused to run a hand over my back. I could feel his gaze burning into it. Being bared to him was nerve-racking, more so when he moved a hand searchingly down my thigh. I cringed and squirmed as his fingers reverently crawled toward the slick heat between my legs.
A noise rose from my throat, something guttural, almost foreign as his fingers explored me, expertly gliding over the thin material covering my sex. I felt weightless. I belonged to him.
“Already wet. Good girl.” His arm pulled away from me.
To catch his expression, my head went up. My hair masked my view, but I managed to raise my head enough to look at him. I was looking at a smug, arrogant bastard who seemed taken with my clothes, my skirt went up and my panties went down. I twigged that this wasn’t a silly game. He was really in his element while I, with a half-naked back, felt horribly helpless and exposed.
“This is for defying me,” he murmured in my ear. A second later, with a low whoosh, his palm winged down on me.
It felt like a lick of heated barbwire, both extremely surreal and maddening, and a reflex kicked in at impact. “Ouch,” I yelped instinctively. The shock of the sharp, stinging slap took a moment to sink in, and when it did, pain bloomed like fireworks in the night sky. I was half-livid.
When he struck me again, my body barely kept on his lap as I convulsed. The sting was quick and efficient and left me in shock, but I didn’t have much time to dwell on it. “This one’s for leaving me hanging while you were writing love letters to exes.” A hand came down in a stinging blow on my left buttock.
I gritted my teeth, tears springing to my eyes. Smarting, really, all courtesy of a hypocrite bastard. Red would stop him. I arched off and screamed, “You’re a coward!”
With the subtlety of a hyena, he ripped my panties from my ankles. “No, baby. I’m a fucking sadist.” For a moment, his hand caressed the sore patch it had left, and then it came down again, hard, to leave a matching flash of pain on the other cheek. I squirmed, letting out a muffled groan in my arm.
“This one’s for refusing me and going home to rub yourself in my memory.” The blow impacted right at the crease where my thigh joined my bottom. I gasped in horror as I felt the sharp sting sporadically increase in frequency. Didn’t he know how sensitive the skin in that area is? It hurt. God, it hurt. But, there was something else too, something dark he was teasing out of me, as if cleansing my spirit. What’s more, if the hardness I felt grinding underneath me was anything to go on, he wasn’t entirely unaffected either.
“This one’s for not apologizing properly, ever.” The next stroke landed on my right buttock. “And these are for toying with me a right smart of times.” He cussed clamorously, his palm raining down on me in quick succession, alternating between cheeks. Crisp, sharp sounds of his smooth palm on my tender skin filled the room, the rising burn in me becoming unbearable. I began babbling inwardly to the surreal symphony of flesh striking flesh. A cocktail of sensations overwhelmed my nervous system, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the torrent of ecstasy and pain cascading through my body. I didn’t bother counting the times he inflicted me with pain before he abruptly stopped to caress me. The pleasure of the reward was so keen that I held my breath to savor it.
“I’m going to have to change my trousers, you wanton little beast. I don’t like it when pets soil my clothes.”
I was in a sea of unimaginable pain, yet I was content. Not wanting to lose my dignity, my lips puckered, “Fuck you.”
He jerked my head up so my eyes met his. I felt the air moving for a split second before his hand stringently slammed against my flesh. I screamed out and stopped quickly, anticipating the next slap. Maybe he thought he’d gotten his point across, because the following stroke never came. “You think this is a joke, Elena? You think this is a game?”
“No, Alex—,” I started to say, and his hand came down again. This one was totally on me, my dumb scream degenerating into a strangled squeak as I admonished myself for using his name. He hit me once more, maybe to even things out, and then wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled my head back. “You’ll learn that I’m not a clement person. You won’t defy me like that again, will you?” he inquired menacingly, looking into my eyes.
I shook my head as much as I could with my hair tightly pulled. “No, sir,” I mumbled, relieved to see a positive smile on his face.
A hum of approval resonated someplace deep within his throat when he slid hi
s hand between my legs and they voluntarily separated to allow better access.
“Oh God…no.” I was crying in disappointment. My world grew very small. Was my body really this easy to manipulate?
“Oh God…yes. You’re dripping, you’re fucking soaking wet. Is this what you wanted, love? Is it the way you imagined it would be?” He drew his fingers out of me then slid in hard.
I flushed at the mention of how wet the spanking had made me. It confused me and I didn’t want to think about it. “Yes, it’s so good.”
“Why didn’t you just ask for it, then. Why’d you feel the need to drag your grandparents into it?”
“Please. Do it,” I moaned, almost insensate with lust and longing.
For a long moment, the wet, slurp-like sound of his fingers moving in and out of me was the only noise in the room. Contrary bastard that he was, he didn’t pay heed equitably, so although he’d ignored my earlier screams, he took this moment as his cue to be sensitive. He withdrew his fingers fast, making me gasp.
My eyes fluttered open and I raised my tear-stained face to glare at him. Too late I remembered I should be submissive.
He’d seen my approach, this much was clear by the evil in his voice. “Just so, Elena. This is how I want you to be right now,” he told me with logic of finality. The neat, smug little twist of his lips shouldn’t be nearly as attractive as it was.
“Alex, please.” Ha. “Sir, please.”
“Not this shit again.” He placed me on the chesterfield sofa. “Stay, pet.”
“I’m not a dog. You can’t tell me to stay.” I tried to twist around to confront his ugly face. Who was I kidding?
His hand jutted out as though he wanted to strike my cheek with a flat palm, but instead it gripped my jaw, squeezing it hard. “I can’t? Really?” Idly, it crawled down my body. I felt his fingers dip down between my legs. I jerked and groaned, attempting to worm away, but the hand on my lower back operated like a vise claw. “I never said you were a dog, little one.” He kept circling his finger around the rim of my labia, making me buck. “What are you?”
What was I? “A pet…I’m a pet.”
“You’re my pet. “But I’m not so sure you deserve a fulsome orgasm, baby. This is punishment.” The soft hissing of leather sliding against cloth told me that his belt was going to be the instrument of punishment. Unlooping his Ferragamo belt from his pants, he pulled it taut and wrapped a few inches around his hand. “This will teach you. Count for me!” He let go of the other end, the leather flew in the air, the buckle clinked, and a hard lash stung on my skin, throttling me.
“One.” The evil haute-couture belt made another swishing sound, finishing with a sharp cut of air and a loud snap. “Two.” I bawled at the second strap, its strength had grown exponentially.
“Good girl.” He dropped the belt on the sofa, and I watched it coil like a snakelike heap on it. “Now that’s a lovely pink.” He rubbed the bone-chilling pain out, his smugness obvious as he spoke. I spread my thighs eagerly, wanting him to touch me. But he plopped down, and pulled me up into his lap. I slumped to his chest while he held me there as I caught my breath. Visibly excited, he kissed the tip of my ear and murmured, “I’m going to fuck you now, my way. Exceedingly unlimited.” Reaching for his shirt, he started to unbutton it.
Whenever I saw him undressing, whenever I watched the muscles flex in his body as he moved about in confident nakedness, I felt shameful lust well up within me. “Please, wait.”
He stopped. “Wait.” He didn’t say it as a question, but I knew it was.
“Wait,” I repeated, placing my hand at his collar. “Let me do it.”
One button at a time, I slipped all of them out of their buttonhole in a measured, careful pace, as though each one were a tiny gem that required concentrated precision. “There. All done.”
“Hmm.” His breathing had quickened, his powerful chest expanded, contracted. “What about the rest?”
My hands went over his rocky abdominals, feeling each curve of his muscles, then paused above his waist. Before I worked his zipper, my eyes met his briefly and I smiled mischievously. He lifted his hips as I pulled and yanked until his trousers fell to the floor. Without permission, my hand found its way inside his boxer briefs, stroking not too quickly, but also not too slowly.
“More punishment, cara?”
“I can think of one thing that will do away with punishment.”
“Are you saying you’ll suck me if I agree not to punish you? Won’t you do that anyway?” The manner in which he stroked the strands of hair off my forehead was similar to the way a parent calmed a child.
“I know I will have to suck you,” I began as I looked down at his considerable length. “But don’t you wonder if it would be the same if I offered?”
Dark annoyance raised his eyebrows. “Means you’ve been holding out on me. That’s a very dangerous thing to admit, Elena.”
My jaw dropped. “That’s not what I said. You’re twisting my words and I don’t like it.” I shook my head, causing my hair to fly around my face.
He regarded me for a long moment. “Let’s say my answer is contingent upon these skills you’re so sure of.” He leveled his eyes with mine, sarcasm etched across his face.
Even this intimate moment couldn’t make me forget that he was a man not to be stalled. “Okay.” I gave him a sly look before I sank down to my knees. I rolled down the elastic of his boxer shorts slowly, freeing his straining cock. I kissed and he groaned.
Even if oral sex wasn’t a personal favorite, I was confident in my ability to please him this time. I began the usual way, positioning my thumb and forefinger as a ring around his shaft. I couldn’t bring my fingers to meet about his tumescence. I drew the half-encircled fingers upward and spiraled them down, repeating the action, licking up and down the length and then taking the tip in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.
It took seconds to feign appreciating the sulfite musk and salty taste of him before my tongue pressed against the small hole at the purple mushroom head and licked up the bead of pre-come that had formed there. I never actively stimulated him to reward me pre-ejaculation fluid, but since high stakes were involved, I kept going at it, pinching his glans, scooping the pearls up with my thumb and bringing it to my mouth. I paused for a millisecond before slipping it into my mouth, and the guttural moan he emitted from the back of his throat cheered me on.
“You have been holding out on me, my pet.”
I wanted to draw back to explain that this was merely a consequence of doing research today, but he pushed at my head and I got the message. Taking him deeper into my mouth, I started the experiment. I’d come across an article that presented the results of oral sex research; men’s favorite stimulation was humming on their shaft while rubbing the perineum.
“Elena—,
I popped his thick girth free. “I’ve got this, sir. Or am I not doing it right?” I drawled. Massaging him purposefully, my fingertips scratched and played with the taut sac hanging heavily between his legs.
“Cutting teeth?” he bit out harshly. “I won’t be your guinea pig.”
I—literally—had him by the balls, and feeling drunk with animalistic power, I wasn’t about to back down. “Should I practice hummers on other men?”
A so-so slap on my cheek followed, which I deserved. “Do the honors.”
Torturously, I hummed and plucked at the pair of enormous balls hanging pendulously, and felt them tighten as the skin drew up and swelled against my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he kept shouting and writhing like an untamed animal. His movements were highly indecorous for an educated man of his class. An amusing bit of wishful thinking came to mind: I should have shackled him. With waning self-control, most probably his ability to take over had already chipped away. Christ, it was pathetic how much power I had over him, and how much I relished the gruff sounds of pleasure that rumbled from his chest.
As my mouth slid up and down, my cheeks hollowing on dra
wing pulls, I saw his irises rising like hurricanes, cringing from bliss. Before he could flood my esophagus, I quickly darted my head away from him to let his come plummet on my bare breasts. While he was struggling for breath, I gave him a sideways smile and dipped a finger into the viscous leavings between my breasts. I brought it to my mouth as I held his stare and sucked it past my lips. Truthfully, I was as shocked as he was. I had no idea where that last part had come from. I’d only meant to give him a great blowjob, but some crazed demon must have possessed me to do more.
“How’s that for a noob pet?” My voice was thick with oily satisfaction.
He just stared at me, wolfish smile about.
I won’t go further into porn-like details, but as you can guess, I was rewarded limitless pleasure. When it ended, I rested my head limply back against the headboard. Alexander still feverishly jerked in and out of my wetness. Unreal, I thought, how long he could it make it last. He slowed his thrusts to a mere in-and-out motion while he captured my eyes with lust-heavy eyes. “Mine,” he rasped, holding my gaze as if showing me who was in command.
Then I was giggling. There were floor-to-ceiling mirrors behind some of the curtains, and floor-to-ceiling windows behind others. Contemplatively checking myself sideways, I saw faint discolorations on my behind, and dimpled impressions of teeth. Many teeth marks but only two welts. My hips had fading hand imprints where he’d grasped me, and everything felt sore. Absolute belongingness, I liked that.
“Are you all right?” Alexander stood behind me, wearing nothing but plaid drawstring pajama pants and a dirty smile. He’d brought me chocolate ice cream.
“I believe I am. I don’t like the two welts, though.”
“I’ll ice them, sweetheart. How’d you learn to give head like that? I’ve been blown by the best, and your technique is way better than a freaking pornstar.”
