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I pressed the cool, lubricated tip of the plug against her tight, puckered entrance. She tensed, her entire body clenching in protest.

“Relax, little pet,” I repeated, my other hand resting on the small of her back.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and I felt the muscles in her body slowly begin to unclench. I took advantage of her moment of surrender and pushed the plug inside, just a fraction at first, then deeper, stretching her, and filling her. She moaned as I pushed the plug deeper, until the base was snug against her cheeks, the black fur tail a dark, beautiful adornment that spilled down the back of her thighs.

“There,” I said. “Now you look like a proper pet.”

I stood back to admire my handiwork. She was a breathtaking sight, her body flushed and trembling, the black fur a stark, beautiful contrast against her pink, spanked skin.

“Turn over,” I commanded.

She rolled over onto her back, her legs falling open in a gesture of complete and utter surrender. The tail was a dark, provocative line between her legs against the light-colored rug.

I knelt between her legs, my hands tracing the curve of her hips, the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her breath hitched, her body arching towards me and silently pleading for more.

I lowered my head, my mouth finding her slick, wet heat and pressing against her clit. Her hips bucked against my face. I could feel the tremors running through her, the way her body was coiling, tightening, preparing for the release she so desperately needed. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find that rough, sensitive patch of tissue deep within her.

The combination was too much for her to bear.

In less than a minute, she came with a shattered cry, her body convulsing, her hips grinding against my face, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers like a vise. I could feel the waves of ecstasy washing through her, and it spurred me on. I wanted to give her more.

I didn’t stop. I continued to lick and suck at her clit, my fingers working inside her, drawing out her orgasm and prolonging her pleasure until she was completely spent.

I couldn’t get enough of her. By the time I finally pulled away, she must have come at least five times.

I looked down at her, her flushed, beautiful face, her body limp and satiated on the floor, the black fur tail curled beneath her.

I picked her up, my hands under her arms, and lifted her as easily as if she were a child. I carried her out of the kitchen and up the stairs, my heart a heavy, steady beat in my chest.

When I reached our bedroom, I laid her down on the bed. For a long moment, I stood over her, my own desire to claim her, to possess her, to make her mine in the most basic, primal way possible burning through me. Her gaze met mine, and she spread her thighs for me.

Fuck.

She was perfect.

I didn’t waste any time. I stripped off my clothes, my movements quick and efficient. My cock sprang free, hard and heavy, the tip already beading with pre-come. I crawled onto the bed, my body covering hers as I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock nudging at her slick, wet entrance.

“Look at me,” I commanded.

Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and unfocused. She looked at me, her lips parted, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked.

“You, Daddy,” she whispered, the words a broken, desperate declaration. “I belong to you.”

“Say it again.”

“I belong to you, Daddy.”

I pushed into her, burying myself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat. A gasp escaped her lips, her body arching beneath me, her inner muscles clamping down on me, and I groaned at how perfectly I fit inside her. Unable to help myself, I began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Her hips rose to meet mine, her body a willing, eager participant in this dark, primal dance.

The black fur tail was a soft, provocative brush against my balls with every stroke. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, stroking it in a rhythm that matched my thrusts. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came for me. I felt her inner muscles spasm around me, the rhythmic contractions milking my cock, pulling me deeper into her.

The sensation was too much.

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her, a hot rush of pleasure tearing through me as I erupted. When I was done, I collapsed to the side of her with a groan and gathered her in my arms. We lay there for a long moment, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged, the only sounds in the room her soft panting and the distant rain against the windows. I held her close, my face buried in her hair, the scent of her filling my senses.

She was mine.