Page 73 of Conquered Pet
“Please, sir,” I finally begged.
He spanked my clit hard. The pain was instant, the sting radiating across my tender flesh with wild abandon. A fresh sob tore through me, and my legs trembled as they squeezed around his thigh. My hips rolled along with the vicious burn, and I hardly noticed when he put the spoon down on the bed.
When the overwhelming agony crested and eventually began to lessen, my tears fell in waves. With quick intent, his arms surrounded me and pulled me up into his lap. I fidgeted, having difficulty getting comfortable when my backside was still that sore.
I pressed my cheek into his neck. I found myself smiling through my tears, happy that I was safe in his arms and a part of his world.
I’d found my place.
I was his. His pet. The thing I’d been since the day he’d closed that collar around my throat, whether I’d admitted it or not.
My tears were still wet on my face when he reached over to the bedside table without a word.
The familiar cool weight of the plug of my tail against my skin. My breath caught as he swirled the metal in the arousal gathered between my thighs and stiffened when the tip of it pressed against my bottom hole. He worked it quietly back into place—patient as always, certain as always, as if there were nothing remarkable about this at all.
I didn’t say anything, just moaned and whined and gasped as he pressed the plug of my tail inside of me. It hurt the way it always did, but I took it anyways because that’s what he wanted of me.
He smoothed my dress back down and his hand resumed that slow, absent stroke along my back.
“There,” he said softly. Just that.
I nodded against his throat and didn’t argue.
My sobs lessened and my cheeks dried. The pulsing in my body hadn’t stopped and as the burning sting started to ebb into a more manageable soreness, I found myself quickly growing insatiable.
I moaned against his throat and his fingers carefully grazed against the slick arousal between my thighs.
“Naughty pet,” he purred. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
I blushed.
“Kneel.”
I blanched, but with his help I slowly lowered myself to the floor. The first time he’d put me on my knees, it had taken a moment’s hesitation and a decision and my ultimate surrender. Now it was just where I went. I settled down on my knees and looked up at him. He reached for my chin and roughly dragged his thumb over my lower lip. The raw ownership of that maneuver made my entire body burn with molten fire.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
I swallowed nervously, but I obeyed. He dipped his hands to his waist and started unbuckling his belt. My pussy pulsed, remembering what that wicked leather had felt like marking my backside.
My clit throbbed even harder. Now that the sting from the wooden spoon had lessened, my need replaced it. I was soaked and the longer I had to wait, the more I wanted to come.
He freed his cocks and my mouth watered. His primary cock was hard as a rock. The veins wrapped around it pulsed with blood and I trembled, anxiously licking my lips as he drew closer to me.
“You’re going to thank me for punishing you with that pretty mouth now, my sweet human pet,” he dictated. I blushed, but I crawled forward and wrapped my lips around his big primary cock. His hand fisted his secondary cock and I shivered at the sight of him touching himself right in front of my eyes.
I put even more enthusiasm into sucking his cock from the start. With my bottom and my pussy still burning, I didn’t want to earn another dose of the stinging spoon. I suckled and swirled my tongue around his alien length, relishing the way the knobs inside his cock rolled against my tongue. His fist stroked up and down his other cock.
I wanted his cum.
In my mouth. On my face. Deep inside my pussy. Marking my asshole.
I wanted it all.
I swirled my tongue around his length, surging up and down at a fevered pace. The taste of him was better than anything I’d ever had. I tried to take him as deep into my throat as I could, all while sucking him vigorously.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Impress me with that mouth. Don’t make me put you back over my knee,” he said, his voice rumbling with his own desire.
With enthusiasm, I bobbed my head back and forth. For a while, I was able to keep up a good pace, but soon enough my tongue, my lips, and my cheeks grew fatigued. I knew better than to stop. I kept going, putting as much effort into it as I could.
