Christmas Pet

Silence filled the trailer. Did he think what I’d said was disgusting and depraved? Finally, he blew out a long, harsh breath.

“Fuck. I’m as hard as a fucking rock.” He released my hair and dropped down on his knees behind me. “I have to taste you.” He buried his head between my legs. His tongue stabbed my pussy before he moved down to my clit where he sucked hard.

My legs trembled and gave way, and I thanked God I was leaning over the stool. Otherwise, I would have collapsed.

Need coiled in my stomach, and my hips rocked back and forth as James ate and licked me like a starving man.

I couldn’t hold back.

I climaxed on his face, sobbed his name, and moaned at the strength of the sensations claiming me.

While I was still drifting down, and as the aftershocks rippled through me, he picked me up and sat me on the sofa. He unzipped his pants and took his magnificent, wide and thick cock out.

He curled his fingers around his width. “You want this, don’t you, pet? You want this in your pussy, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Speak freely.”

“I want you, sir. I want your cock.”

Reaching up, I cupped my breasts and thumbed my still hard nipples.

“Drop your hands,” he barked. “I only said you could speak, not touch yourself.”

Obediently, I dropped my hands. James jerked his palm up and down his cock roughly, showing himself no mercy. His eyes remained locked on my body while my eyes remained locked on his cock.

I’d never watched a man pleasure himself before. And I liked it. A lot. I wanted to touch myself again. To massage my clit and pinch my nipples. My body strained for a second release. Something I might have to wait to do until James was asleep.

“Grab my balls,” he ordered. “Take them in your hands.”

Doing as he asked, I reached out and took the velvety sacs in my palm and squeezed gently.

Concentration strained his face, almost like he was in pain, and his neck muscles corded. “Fuck.” A second later, hot come spurted from his dick and landed on my stomach and breasts.

“Now you can touch yourself, pet. Rub my cum over your tits and stomach. You’re mine. You might think after we leave this trailer, you’re not, but you are.”

****

Winter sun streamed in through the bedroom window, and I blinked awake unsure if last night had been a dream or real.

The heavy, muscular arm draped across my stomach told me that, no, it hadn’t been a dream and that last night had been very real.

He’d called me his pet, which I guessed was something he would call me when we did whatever we did. It wasn’t something he would ever call me in the office. I could picture Susan’s face. She would have a heart attack if the word pet inadvertently slipped out during a meeting.

I wasn’t sure what he expected from me going forward. Was last night a one-off thing, or had he meant what he said after he’d covered my stomach and boobs in his cum? Did I now belong to him? Was I his? People said lots of crazy stuff they didn’t mean when lost in a lust haze.

The man in the office and the man lying behind me were two vastly different people. How was it possible that someone I barely knew had so much power over me and could make me ache to do anything and everything to please him?

We wouldn’t be in this fantasy world for long. I should learn as much as he was willing to teach me and enjoy every second of what he offered. I wasn’t stupid enough to think this was real or that we had a relationship. It was all role play. Hadn’t he admitted he wasn’t looking for a relationship? Besides, I didn’t want a relationship with someone who loathed love the way he did.

While I wasn’t ready for love, I would be one day, and until that time, I had to remind my thudding heart it couldn’t fall for James because it would end up broken.

I wouldn’t tell Bella about this weekend. If I even mentioned we’d kissed, she would want every single detail. I wasn’t ready to share last night with anyone. Not even with my BFF.

What had happened between James and me was a secret and not something I wanted to share with the world. Being with him didn’t embarrass me. It was because I didn’t understand what was happening between us—if anything.

James shifted. His hand brushed against my nipple. My breath caught, and I rolled my teeth between my lips to stop from moaning. If his hand brushed between my legs, he would find me soaked.

“What’s going through that busy mind of yours?” he murmured.

“Nothing,” I lied.

In a flash of movement, I was on my back with my arms pinned above my head. He gave me a sexy if somewhat sleepy smile.