I wanted to protest, but I had a feeling that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I muttered something unintelligible, something even I didn’t understand, but I knew better. Fighting him on this might seem satisfying for a little while, but it wouldn’t stay that way. It would just make things worse.
I gritted my teeth and took the plug gingerly from his hands, wanting to try to leave another — better — bite mark on his arm. I hoped the first one had caused him problems, even though they didn’t look like human tooth marks at all.
I leaned over, baring my ass to him, and I realized I had one tiny advantage. He wanted to look at me. He desperately needed it, just like he needed for me to yield to him. I was sure I wasn’t the first kidnapping victim to think they couldmanipulate their captor, but… Look at him. He was probably a brute through and through.
Slowly, I started to work the plug into my ass, wincing and glad he couldn’t see the pain written across my face. It took time, because I wasn’t going to hurt myself, but finally the thickest part of it was through. It seated itself, my ass damn near sucking it in, and I let out a quiet whimper.
The tail brushed my ass cheeks, and I shifted uncomfortably, standing all the way up and trying not to feel it. It meant shoving my ass out with little grace at all to keep the thing from touching me.
It didn’t work for long.
“Very nice, Toby,” he said, nodding in approval.
I wished there wasn’t a part of me that was relieved.
14
Griffin
Every time he obeyed, there was still the same sense of satisfaction and… relief that he’d done what he’d been told. I never knew if my threats or promises would be good enough, and there was always the chance he’d laugh in my face and make it that much harder to continue his training.
But he was breaking. I could see it in the sullen resignation written across his features, the way his voice wasn’t nearly as defiant as it had been. Part of me was a little bothered by that, but then he’d say or do something to prove to me that there he was, right below the surface.
Then I didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated.
Make up your fucking mind. Either you want him to break or you don’t.
It wasn’t as simple as my mind would have me believe. I wasn’t an expert, and I wasn’t going to start googling “how to break in a sex slave” on the internet. Firstly, because I had no desire to completely prove myself guilty in every sense if they ever found him — and secondly, because there was thispart of me that didn’t want to acknowledge that was what I was doing.
“All you had to do was put in one little plug,” I told him, “and now…” I opened the cell door, beckoning to him as I kept a wary eye on him. “After I put your mitts back on, you can take a walk around while I get new bedding for you.”
I could see the flash of disappointment in his gaze when he realized I wasn’t going to leave the mitts off. Hell, he was probably equally disappointed that I wouldn’t be leaving the room to get his new bedding, but he’d have to deal with the fact that I was prepared. I had a dog bed the next size up, complete with a fluffy blanket and fuzzy squeaky toy for him to play with.
He eyed me, and I was pleased to note that the care he’d taken to hide himself from view had lessened so much. It wasn’t like he was proud of his nudity — not yet — but he wasn’t as afraid of it, either.
Especially if it meant he got to walk around and see where he was being held.
I could’ve told him there wasn’t much to it, but he wouldn’t have believed me anyway. Besides, there was still something powerful about being able to walk outside of the cage.
Before I let him step out, I put his mitts back on his hands, and he let me with minimal resistance even though he knew that once they were on…
He knew a lot of things would be impossible, but he let it happen anyway.
I watched him walk for a moment, how he stepped forward only to cringe when the tail brushed the back of his leg, then I went into the cell to grab his old bedding.
He turned, coming back, and I could practically see the intention on his face.
“Good boy,” I told him, as though I didn’t realize he was thinking about trying to slam the door closed with me inside — like it didn’t have a lock only I had the key to. “Do you want some scratches before you keep walking around?”
It took him off guard enough to where I swept out of the cell, acting as oblivious as if I had no idea what he’d been considering. I dumped the dirty bed and blanket at the foot of the stairs, going to hunt through the boxes.
He followed me over there, but I shook my head. “No, these are surprises for my good little pup,” I told him. “You don’t get to see these until you’re ready.”
He scowled, but his good behavior continued. I guessed there was something about the plug in his ass that took away some of his fight…
And fuck, it looked good there, so it was an overall win. It was just another step toward his ultimate fate — the harness, the plug, the mitts… He didn’t need much more. I’d have him crawling around on the floor in front of me, chasing balls and chewing on squeaky toys before I knew it.
I found the better dog bed, ripping the plastic open and shaking it out. It looked like a large, comfortable pillow, and he’d have plenty of room to stretch out.
