Bad Pet (His Pet)

She grunts, bringing my attention back to the conversation. “I never thought about a fake name. I don’t usually talk to my…suitors.”

Suitors, huh? The girl gives me the impression that she is well-bred or well educated. She certainly seems like a rich daddy’s girl who is only into BDSM because she thinks it’s cool. A notion I want to dissuade her of.

“Well, I like to talk, so I’ll call you Beverly?”

She snorts. “Oh no! Nothing that old-fashioned.”

Laughing, I run my palm over the red mark on her butt cheek and feel the heat radiate off it. “Beverly it is, then.” When she opens her mouth to protest, I spank her harder, then glide my hand into the split between her ass cheeks. “Consider that your punishment, Beverly.”

My fingertips graze her puckered asshole, then slide down the skin to the start of her lower lips. The amount of wetness caches my attention. This princess isn’t playing. She likes the rough stuff.

Dipping a little lower, I separate her folds, tracing their length until I reach her engorged clit. The nub is like a little eraser. I push at it with my thumb, causing my Beverly to moan. I like the sound. When the girl lets go, she is fun. And hell, part of me loves the challenge and the feisty attitude.

Rubbing up and down her lower lips, I spread her juices. I know this pet will feel good when I fuck her. She is blazing hot and wet. There is no reason for lube. She wants me, and I love that.

My cock is hard and ready again, but I’m not entirely done with my hands. One finger slips through her folds into her pussy, then another. I run my touch over her soft inner walls, feeling the tension in them already.

“You feel good, Beverly.”

Her body bucks back against me as the girl pulls up and then is trapped by the restraints. “Will you fucking quit with the Beverly shit?” she grumps.

Taking my cock in my hands, I cover it with one of the condoms provided, then press the head against her folds and push in. Her pussy wraps around me like a warm blanket, but it has a good grip. I keep feeding my length in until I hit her cervix and am sheathed to the hilt. It feels so fantastic I pause for a second. This girl has a magic pussy. It’s kind of a shame that this is only going to last one night.

As I take in all the sensations from my dick, I relax. My skin feels hot, flushed, and burning. My abs clench and twist, filled with tension. My body is practically shaking with anticipation of what is to come.

This woman is mine. There’s no denying what I’m feeling. I’m going to fuck the hell out of this pet.

Breathing deeply, I pull out just a bit to cool down. My hands shake against the wood of the pommel horse. Even without seeing it, I know that she is biting her lip, trying not to scream.

“You feel so good…pet.” I emphasize the letter P. “Do you like my dick inside of you?” She doesn’t answer, so I push in harder, ramming my cockhead against her pussy wall. “Tell me, or this all stops.”

The masked woman hums. “Fuck.” I start thrusting, taking her breath away. “You feel so good, sir. So fucking good.”

I press my large form to hers, slide my arms up to her narrow wrists and the rope that ties them to the horse. Cock thrust deep, I kiss her neck, immediately making my pet moan. Heat flares on her skin at my touch. Her body trembles harder, indicating that she is becoming more sensitive — weak in the knees.

I hold her against the wood. Front pressed to her back. My long, very hard cock straining against the confines of her pussy. Juices dribble down her legs, her body’s response to mine.

Part of me wants to scream. A mixed jumble of emotions cross my mind: frustration, need, relief.

The stranger leans back into me and fights against her tied wrists.

“You are mine,” I whisper into her ear.

She nods, then cries out as I increase the pace of my fucking.

Kissing her neck again, I slam my cock into her core over and over. It’s covered in her wet warmth now and feels so good.

I lift my hands to brush my fingertips up her arms. Goosebumps follow my touch. The shiver makes her cry out. “Yes, sir. That feels so good, sir!”

I trace her collarbones, then glide my rough palms down her chest, under the fabric of her dress, and over my pet’s breasts. Nipples hard, she flinches at my touch. When I pinch them, she screams as her pussy starts to contract.

Continuing to tease, I covered her neck with kisses, staying at each spot long enough to get it wet. Each time, she finches, and her pussy quivers more.