“Fuck that thing. Sit over it and lower yourself. Stop when it’s as far in as it can go.”
I watch her sneak forward on her knees and hunch over it, with her hands propped on the floor for balance. I can tell when it starts to penetrate her, as she closes her eyes and her breathing changes. She finally halts then wriggles.
“Are you wet enough?”
She nods then a blush sweeps her face. “Yes.”
“Hands clasped at your back, sweet fuckthing.” Petgirl or fuckthing, decisions, decisions? Once she’s done so, has grabbed her hands, I whisper to her ear, with my hand at the angle of her neck. “I’m going to make you fuck that thing even deeper, then you’re going to suck on me until you come.”
I press on her shoulder and force her down, and she squeaks and whimpers and tries to push back, laughably.
“Stop resisting. Down.” Her legs lose their tension and she sinks an inch, abruptly, and whimpers. Her eyes are closed.
“Good, petgirl. I hope you like that name because it’s yours. Open your fucking mouth.”
Then I retrieve the collar from my pocket, unzip myself, and fuck my cock into her mouth hole. The slick movement of her tongue sliding wetly beneath me, that gorgeous hot circle of mouth swallowing me. The way she stares at where I’ve claimed her there.
Fuck, fuck fuck.I groan and feel myself stiffen even more.
After three thrusts where I note how well she keeps her hands clasped behind her, I grit my teeth and stop. I stay inside her, with my cock pulsing and demanding more, with her fucking tongue curling over me.
I drape the collar around her neck and click it closed. The leash? I pull that from my pocket and click it to the collar, flick the red, heart-shaped tag.
“You’re mine forever now. Mine until death do us part.”
She chokes and splutters a little, pleading with her eyes.
This is when I remember where I found these two slave girl items. Here. Upstairs. Whoever these people are, won’t they have more such things?
As I gaze around this gym, cataloguing, assessing, I zero in on various objects. An eyebolt anchor point on the ceiling and on the four legs of the table. A wooden chest with an old padlock hanging from the front. That’s where I would hide my kinky toys. Breaking it open would be rude.
The way her mouth is tightening on me spasmodically alerts me to the effect the dildo is having. Do I fetch things or simply fuck her mouth? I drive in and keep it deep, almost into her throat. She’s shuddering, eyelids fluttering, and her belly muscles and thighs are twitching.
The vibrations must be travelling to her clit.
I withdraw my now glistening member that pulls a string of drool from her mouth. She draws in an erratic breath.
Erection still quivering, I step away as she groans and rides that dildo, circling it with her pussy. Her knees are flexing, lowering her an inch, rising, lowering.
Desperation shows in the frown she gifts me with. “I thought… I thought you said you were?—”
“I did. You can come.” I shove three fingers into her mouth and hold her like that as she closes her eyes and pushes herself even lower, embedding the dildo all the way.
As an orgasm floods her, she starts to jerk, and her diminishing breaths are strangled whispers that betray the last ripples of her orgasm.
“So worth the price,” I say quietly.
I release her and she bows her head and whips her hands forward to plant them on the floor while she finishes. She sitsthere, overcome and gasping, crumpled over, with the dildo miles deep in her cunt.
I snag a fistful of her hair, wrap it around my hand, and smile down at her distraught face. Make her wait a whole day for a climax…yesss. Must do this again.
“You let go.Tsk.Clasp your hands again.” Using her hair, I pull her higher and look beneath, between her thighs. The thing is humming merrily and rises with her until gravity makes several inches slide out, shiny with her wetness. I cruise a finger along her slit, curving it upward and into her, slipping in beside the dildo. Then I stand and push the slippery finger into her mouth. “Suck. Swallow.”
Her eyes are glazed, but she sucks noisily.
Then I do as I promised. I keep that fistful of her hair and fuck her mouth until I come and my jizz spills from her and drips off her chin.
I’m sure I can do this, fuck her and come, at least twice more? I narrow my eyes. The heave of her breasts with the pretty circles of her areolas beckon my tongue to lick them. Maybe three times.
