Puppy squirmed and giggled, tucking in her elbows as Master’s fingertips grazed her thin sides. “No,” he said simply, and grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head to improve his access. At almost any other time, she would be screeching and begging him to stop, but the reassuring tightness of the collar constricting her neck had made her a little wet already, and so the usually unpleasant sensation on her sensitive skin served instead to make her even wetter. She didn’t want him to stop. He tickled her ribcage, and her armpits, and then grabbed a nipple and twisted, interrupting Puppy’s laughter on its way to her lips. A tiny gasp escaped instead, followed by a bashful smile that gave away Puppy’s love for torture.
Master ordered her to kneel between his reclining legs and she did so, taking his erection in her mouth without being bidden. Her knees were tucked up snugly underneath her, and she was posed like an actual puppy in a rare moment of rest as she slid her soft lips up and down Master’s cock. He reached underneath her and pulled her nipples to control her tempo, speeding her pace, and she purred in pleasure. His touch on her breasts and the way she was positioned between his knees provided a satisfying reminder of who owned her. Finally, he came in her mouth and she swallowed.
Wordlessly, he flipped her over on her back and stretched her out on the bed, sliding two fingers into her tight cunt. He pressed his fingers against her g-spot, in and out and in and out until she was arching her back and moaning. He laid back down and said, “Climb on top of me, Puppy.” Continue reading