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Her hands moved to the hem of her sweater, her fingers trembling slightly. She pulled it over her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. She folded it neatly and placed it on the counter. Her bra followed, a simple black lace thing that she unhooked with a practiced flick of her wrists. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, her nipples already hard and begging for my touch.

Her leggings and panties came next. She stepped out of them, her body a pale, beautiful canvas in the dim light of the kitchen. She stood before me, completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

I circled her. I traced the line of her spine, the curve of her hips, the smooth skin of her thighs with my fingertips. I stopped behind her, my eyes drawn to the sight of her glistening arousal in the soft light.

“Spread your thighs.”

The moment she moved her legs, I could see her wetness slicking her inner thighs. A dark, possessive satisfaction curled through me. She may fight me at every turn, but her body knew its master.

“Stay,” I commanded, my voice a low growl.

I left her there, standing naked in the center of the kitchen, and went to the study. The safe was hidden behind a painting that had once belonged to my mother. I spun the dial, and the door swung open, revealing a collection of things I had never shown another living soul.

Inside was a narrow black box, its surface cool and smooth. I carried it back to the kitchen.

Alessia hadn’t moved. She stood exactly as I had left her, a statue of trembling anticipation. I placed the box on the counter in front of her and opened it.

Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, were two tails. They were made of the same soft, black fur, long and elegant, with a slight wave to them. The tails were attached to two different-sized anal plugs. The smaller one was made of polished black steel, sleek and tapered, designed for a beginner. The larger one was heavier and thicker, a challenge even for the more experienced.

The sight of them made my blood run hot.

“You’re going to wear one of these for me tonight,” I said.

Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear warring with the dazed arousal that still clouded her gaze. “No,” she whispered, the word a fragile thread of defiance. “I… I can’t.”

“You can,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. “You will obey your Daddy.”

“Please, Sergei,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Not that. Anything but that.”

I reached out and cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking her skin. “This isn’t up to you, little pet. Get on your hands and knees,” I commanded, my voice hardening.

Her breath hitched. “Please…”

“Now.”

A single word was all it took. The fight drained out of her, replaced by defeated, trembling submission. She sank to her knees, then forward onto her hands, her body a beautiful, vulnerable arch before me. Her bottom was raised high, a perfect, tempting target, her slick folds peeking out from between her thighs.

I picked up the smaller of the two tails, the cool steel a heavy, satisfying weight in my hand. I ran the soft fur over her exposed skin, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her cheeks. She shivered, a quiet, nervous whimper escaping her lips.

“This is what happens to naughty pets who provoke Daddy,” I reprimanded, my voice a low growl.

Then I raised my hand and brought it down hard across her left cheek. The swat echoed loudly in the quiet kitchen. She cried out, her entire body flinching. A bright pink handprint bloomed on her golden skin. I struck again, this time on her right cheek. Another loud crack, another cry of pain. I spanked her methodically, each smack harder than the last. Her skin flushed a deep, angry pink in no time at all.

“Please,” she mewled, her body trembling. “Sergei, please, I’ll be good. I’ll be your good pet…”

“Are you going to wear your tail for Daddy now?” I asked, my hand coming down again in a particularly hard smack that made her yelp.

“Yes,” she whined. “Yes, I’ll wear it. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Say it properly,” I commanded, my hand resting on her burning skin.

“I’ll be your good little pet, Daddy,” she shrieked.

“Good girl.”

I stopped spanking her, my hand moving to soothe her burning skin. I could feel the heat radiating from her bare cheeks. I reached for the lube and drizzled it over the steel plug, my fingers slicking it up.

“Relax,” I murmured.