Good Pet

With that, they gently and graciously walk me to my office before returning to their work, now that I’ve corroborated Jake’s story.

I don’t know how I’m feeling. A terrible combination of terror and joy, I suppose. Relief and dread, knowing Vanacore’s days are numbered. But not knowing what she’s going to do in those numbered days and whether I have anything to be afraid of.

Chapter Sixty-Two

Melissa

I’m nervous when I get home. After what Tommy experienced, I don’t know how he will be feeling or what he might do. I’m not sure what to even prepare for. Will he be a giant tearful mess, or will his inner monster come out in a rage. I tell myself that I can handle either, take a deep breath, and let myself in the door.

The living room and kitchen are empty. “Tommy?” I call out, surprised. “Tommy are you in the bathtub?”

“I’m in the bedroom, pet. Come here.”

I suck in a breath. I wasn’t expecting this. I figured sex play would be the furthest thing from Tommy’s mind. I wander up to the bedroom, carefully opening the door. Tommy is there, waiting for me. He’s nude, lounging on the bed, with his rock hard cock in his hand. There is a darkness in his eyes and a hunger. The sight of him, ready and waiting, makes my pussy ache.

With his other hand, Tommy pats a medium-sized shipping box. His gesture brings my attention to it. I’ve never seen it before and am immediately curious about the contents.

“I have a surprise for us,” Tommy tells me. “And I want you to give me a little show. Just a little something to help me feel better.”

I nod and walk over to the side of the bed to wait patiently. I lower my head, hearing as he opens the tape on the box, and pulls apart the sides.

“I want your ass, pet,” he tells me. “I want to fuck you in the ass.”

I flinch. I’ve never had anal sex before. I’ve always been too scared to try it. The feeling of fear stays with me as I look up at Tommy’s nude body. I blush. I stare at Tommy’s length and girth. “We might need to work up to that. I might need to practice, sir.” Heat fills my face. “Your cock is amazing. Thick and huge, sir, and I want to be able to take you all in and satisfy you accordingly, but I’m inexperienced with anal. I’m not ready.” As I speak, I lower my eyes to let him see my dark, innocent eyelashes and add, “Perhaps you could…”

“Oh, I have a plan, pet,” he interrupts, rubbing his hard shaft thoughtfully. Not roughly or quickly, as he had been doing. “Tonight is just practice. You’ll give me a show, and that will be it.”

I nod.

Without letting go of his cock, Tommy opens up the box and pulls out something I wasn’t expecting him to have ordered. In the box is an assortment of toys, dildos, and other things designed for sex play.

I’m so surprised, I’m unable to keep the look of shock from my face. At least not enough to hide it from him. Tommy sees my shock and says calmly, “I ordered these a while ago. But now that they are here, I want to use them for some…distraction.” He’s back to rubbing at himself with more urgency. It’s enough to make the sound of the sloshing lube roar like waves over some of his words. “Since you promised to be my good pet and all, you will be using whatever toy I give you on yourself. In front of me, right now.”

I suck in a breath, turned on by the dominate sound in his voice. I wasn’t expecting him to be so demanding today, but I understand. So much of his experience has affected his masculinity. Tonight, he needs to remind himself that he is a man, a powerful man who is in charge of his life.

Out loud, I say, “Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir.” I make my voice breathy, soft, and malleable. “Please give me whatever you want me to have first. I’m here to follow your orders, after all.”

Tommy looks drunk on me — on my obedience. He hands me my first implement of pleasure, a small vibrating anal toy. It’s not bigger than a butt plug really, which is fine by me. I can imagine it’s Tommy’s thumb.

I take it eagerly, respectfully.

“Now turn around. Get busy with that toy, pet. I want to have something nice to look at before I explode.”

I nod, turn around, and slowly take down my slacks, then panties. I do it slowly, to act like I’m stripping sexily for him. That done, he asks me to walk back toward him, which I do obediently, despite the confines of my clothing. When I feel the back of my legs on the edge of the bed, he asks me to bend over and spread.