“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Make it up to me. I don’t want a princess tonight. I want a pet.”
“Yes, I’ll try. I want to.”
She didn’t understand.
“If you need me to stop because you can’t take what I’m doing to you, say ten-ninety. Otherwise, the only words I want to hear from you are ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir’ when I ask you something.”
She nodded.
“Get in the bedroom, and lie over the end of the bed.”
* * *
Despite the hot, humidair, she was shaking. She’d felt the tension in Evston’s body when he’d been close to her. He practically vibrated with it. It made her skin hum too.
Draped over the bed, she waited. He stalked in and bent down. He hooked a cuff on each ankle and secured them with something on either post. She began to hyperventilate while he slid a collar around her neck. He hooked the leash to it and then hooked it to the wall at the head of the bed. Her forearms were bound together in the hollow of her back.
“I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“It’s normal,” he said. “You’re going to be my soft, sweet little pet, right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm. Have you been a bad girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Should your master spank you then?”
She hesitated for a moment. “Yes, Sir.” She closed her eyes, her nipples tightening. Everything low and deep in her body thrummed with excitement.
His hand landed hard, and she gasped. He gripped her buttock and squeezed. “You’re so beautiful. So smooth and soft. So slippery and ripe in hidden places,” he said, running his fingers between her lower lips.
She circled her hips. Then his hand landed across her buttocks again. “This pretty little ass is going to become a juicy piece of fruit for me.”
She was startled, but also aroused by the way he talked about her body.
The blows began to rain down until she was gasping and writhing in pain.
“Sir!”
“Raise up on your toes. Put that tail in the air, naughty pet. It’s a pretty pink, but I want you red and ripe and bursting.”
His hand cracked down, and the heat seeped all through her. Over and over and over again. Until she was screaming and squirming, until she clenched her bottom and pressed her belly against the smooth wood of the footboard.
“Gorgeous,” he said, and a cool tongue licked each scalding cheek. His fingers dipped in the slippery wetness of her pussy and swirled the moisture over her clit until she whimpered and begged. He pulled his fingers away and then she felt a sensation she’d never felt. He pulled her flaming cheeks apart and rubbed her bottom hole.
She wiggled and panted. His hard cock slid into her pussy as a finger sank into her backside.
She moaned, and he growled. Another finger joined the first.
“Sir!” she said weakly.
“Yes, masters love all a pet’s tight little holes. I’m going to fuck you in here tonight. Naughty lost girls are very sore the day after their angry masters find them.”
She shuddered, unable to speak. She was still crying from the spanking, but was trying to be very quiet because she didn’t want him to stop.
