Christmas Pet

“You need to understand, pet, that when your master asks you a question, you have to answer him truthfully. What had you so lost in your thoughts?”

“I was thinking about last night. I woke up not knowing if it was real or if I’d dreamt it.”

He laughed and rubbed his hard dick against my mound. “Does this feel like a dream, or does it feel real?”

My back arched, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to have him slide into me. “Very real, sir.”

“That’s what I figured.” For a few moments, he hovered above me, staring down.

Would he take me now? Would we make love? Would we fuck?

“What are you thinking about now?”

I pressed my pussy against him, hoping he’d get the hint. “What makes you think I’m thinking about anything?”

“Because you’ve got tiny frown lines between your brows. You look cute and sexy when you’re lost in thought. It’s the same look you have when you’re deliberating over something in the office. I find it endearing.”

“I’m thinking we’re going to be stuck here for at least another day. The weather forecast has predicted more snow.”

He released my arms and rolled off me. That was the wrong thing to say.

“Is there somewhere I can go to get a signal?”

“Not unless you want to hike up the mountain. Since we don’t have snowshoes or any hiking equipment, that would be a dumb idea.” I reached out and placed my hand on his stomach. My fingertips touching off the tip of his erection. Would he take the hint now?

“It looks like you’re stuck without being able to contact the rest of the world. What are you going to do?” I draped a leg over his thigh.

He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “First, we’re going to get up and eat. I can’t have my pet collapsing from hunger. What kind of master would that make me?”

“That’s all?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment. He must regret what happened between us.

“If you’re going to keep up with me, you need to have some energy.”

I grinned. “So last night wasn’t a mistake?”

“Last night was a lot of things. A mistake wasn’t one of them. It seems like you didn’t hear a word I said. When I said you were mine, I meant it. That goes for when we get back to New York. If you don’t believe that now, by the end of the day, you will.”Chapter Eight - JamesSo much for deciding I wouldn’t make her my pet, and so much for not wanting to get involved with anyone from the office.

I had intended to wake up today, get in my car, serve that bastard Daniel with the papers, and then go back to New York. Not only did the weather Gods have different ideas, so did my dick.

Pearl blew my mind. She was responsive and eager. I hadn’t expected her to reveal one of her fantasies last night. What she shared was thrilling and erotic. My little pet was a sub through and through. Showing restraint with her hadn’t been easy, but I hadn’t wanted to scare her before we’d begun.

I had wanted to assert my power, my control, but I held back. If I’d done everything I’d wanted, she might have run out into the snow and all the way back to New York. She didn’t need to think she was stuck in a trailer in the middle of nowhere with an animal.

Plus, I needed her help with something. The rest of the month was filled with soul-sucking holiday parties. Something I dreaded, but there was one party I looked forward to every year. Some of the guys I’d grown up with and had gone to college with, along with some of my closest friends from the scene, all got together in Vermont for a Christmas kink party. This year, Pearl would be my ideal plus one.

I rolled off the bed, and my dick cursed me out. She’d been obvious about what she hoped would happen between us.

There would be time enough to fuck later. Right now, we needed to eat, and I needed to lay down a few rules. If we both agreed, we could have something mutually beneficial for both of us.

Pearl didn’t understand the situation she was getting herself into. I had to clarify my expectations before we went any further.

If she wanted a weekend of fun, I could make that happen. Then, whenever we got back to the real world, we could go back to the way things were before. She would be a junior associate at the firm and nothing more. But if she agreed to be my pet for the rest of the month, or perhaps longer, then she needed to consider a few things. I wasn’t a hard taskmaster, but I would expect her to listen and comply.