Christmas Pet by Jamie Knight
Chapter Seven - Pearl
I wiggled my butt impatiently. How long would I have to lay there before the view of my glistening pussy satisfied him?
After an eternity, James swept his hand along my lower back, and my entire body shook. My body already seemed to recognize his touch and welcomed it. After keeping his hand there for a few seconds, he brushed his fingers between my butt cheeks.
A loud moan fell from my lips, and he gently swatted my ass. “Don’t move and don’t react. Show me how strong your willpower is. How much self-control you have.”
Would it shock him to discover I had zero self-control? What kind of punishment would that earn me?
Slowly, he slid his fingers lower. “You’re soaking wet.” He slipped two fingers between my folds and, without warning, slammed them inside.
My inner muscles clamped down reflexively and held him tight. As difficult as it was, I didn’t move or make a sound. His thick fingers stimulated my G-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I bit my lip hard. The intensity was more than I’d ever imagined, and it wouldn’t take much to send me tumbling into the abyss.
My channel clenched and released, urging him to go deeper, harder, and to show me no mercy.
“I forgot to tell you something,” he said softly, “under no circumstances are you permitted to come.”
“What? That’s not fair,” I replied, not caring how whiny I sounded.
He eased his fingers from my channel and smeared the evidence of my arousal around my puckered asshole. I would die. He didn’t slide his finger inside again. Instead, he tapped my opening gently. Once more, teasing and torturing me, sending me to the edge before hauling me back.
“I’ll tell you what isn’t fair, pet. What isn’t fair is watching you every day and not being able to have you. Watching how you suck on the end of your pen and wishing you were sucking on my dick. What isn’t fair is knowing that you fantasize about me but not knowing what those fantasies are.
“If you shared one with me, I might show you some mercy and allow you to come.” He moved his fingers down to my clit and flicked the engorged bud back and forth. I pressed back, silently pleading for him to give me the release I would kill for.
He chuckled. “Not going to happen yet. That’s if I allow it to happen at all. If you want something from me, then I want something in return.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t tell you what I fantasize about.” And I couldn’t. Sometimes I couldn’t even admit my fantasies to myself. My mind often traveled down a dark and dirty path that at times shocked me.
“Don’t feel embarrassed. Tell me.” He pinched my clit harder, and I cried out. Before I’d even realized what had happened, his palm came down on my right butt cheek, and I cried out again.
“If you want me to smack your ass until you’re red raw, you’ll do what I asked. Don’t react. Don’t make a sound.” He smoothed his hand over the area he’d smacked, easing the sting. “Tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies, pet. You never know, one day it might come true.”
I took several deep breaths, started to talk, but then stopped. He circled the fingertip around and around my clit, leaving me teetering but still not allowing me to go over. “I—I… I sometimes imagine I’m bound and helpless. My arms are above my head, and I’m sort of reclining on a padded bench.”
I closed my eyes and pictured the scene. “I’m wearing a leather bustier, but my boobs are on show. I’m not wearing any panties. I’m wearing heels, and my ankles are strapped to the end of the bench. I’m blindfolded, and I don’t know what you have in store for me. After you’ve sucked my nipples into points, you place clamps on them. You finger me so hard I squirt when I come. And then... and then you—”
“Go on, pet.”
“You, uh, you turn me around and paddle my ass.”
He smoothed his hand hypnotically around each ass cheek, brushing his fingertips around the crease of each one.
“What else?”
“You fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. You cover my body in your come and I massage it over my body.” Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard enough to hurt. Arousal trickled from my pussy and down my inner thighs. What I was telling him was one of my favorite fantasies. I didn’t think I ever wanted it to come true, but maybe deep down I did. Perhaps that was why I was sharing it with him.
Silence filled the trailer. Did he think what I’d said was disgusting and depraved? Finally, he blew out a long, harsh breath.
“Fuck. I’m as hard as a fucking rock.” He released my hair and dropped down on his knees behind me. “I have to taste you.” He buried his head between my legs. His tongue stabbed my pussy before he moved down to my clit where he sucked hard.
My legs trembled and gave way, and I thanked God I was leaning over the stool. Otherwise, I would have collapsed.
Need coiled in my stomach, and my hips rocked back and forth as James ate and licked me like a starving man.
I couldn’t hold back.
I climaxed on his face, sobbed his name, and moaned at the strength of the sensations claiming me.
While I was still drifting down, and as the aftershocks rippled through me, he picked me up and sat me on the sofa. He unzipped his pants and took his magnificent, wide and thick cock out.
He curled his fingers around his width. “You want this, don’t you, pet? You want this in your pussy, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Speak freely.”
“I want you, sir. I want your cock.”
Reaching up, I cupped my breasts and thumbed my still hard nipples.
“Drop your hands,” he barked. “I only said you could speak, not touch yourself.”
Obediently, I dropped my hands. James jerked his palm up and down his cock roughly, showing himself no mercy. His eyes remained locked on my body while my eyes remained locked on his cock.
I’d never watched a man pleasure himself before. And I liked it. A lot. I wanted to touch myself again. To massage my clit and pinch my nipples. My body strained for a second release. Something I might have to wait to do until James was asleep.
“Grab my balls,” he ordered. “Take them in your hands.”
Doing as he asked, I reached out and took the velvety sacs in my palm and squeezed gently.
Concentration strained his face, almost like he was in pain, and his neck muscles corded. “Fuck.” A second later, hot come spurted from his dick and landed on my stomach and breasts.
“Now you can touch yourself, pet. Rub my cum over your tits and stomach. You’re mine. You might think after we leave this trailer, you’re not, but you are.”
****
Winter sun streamed in through the bedroom window, and I blinked awake unsure if last night had been a dream or real.
The heavy, muscular arm draped across my stomach told me that, no, it hadn’t been a dream and that last night had been very real.
He’d called me his pet, which I guessed was something he would call me when we did whatever we did. It wasn’t something he would ever call me in the office. I could picture Susan’s face. She would have a heart attack if the word pet inadvertently slipped out during a meeting.
I wasn’t sure what he expected from me going forward. Was last night a one-off thing, or had he meant what he said after he’d covered my stomach and boobs in his cum? Did I now belong to him? Was I his? People said lots of crazy stuff they didn’t mean when lost in a lust haze.
The man in the office and the man lying behind me were two vastly different people. How was it possible that someone I barely knew had so much power over me and could make me ache to do anything and everything to please him?
We wouldn’t be in this fantasy world for long. I should learn as much as he was willing to teach me and enjoy every second of what he offered. I wasn’t stupid enough to think this was real or that we had a relationship. It was all role play. Hadn’t he admitted he wasn’t looking for a relationship? Besides, I didn’t want a relationship with someone who loathed love the way he did.
While I wasn’t ready for love, I would be one day, and until that time, I had to remind my thudding heart it couldn’t fall for James because it would end up broken.
I wouldn’t tell Bella about this weekend. If I even mentioned we’d kissed, she would want every single detail. I wasn’t ready to share last night with anyone. Not even with my BFF.
What had happened between James and me was a secret and not something I wanted to share with the world. Being with him didn’t embarrass me. It was because I didn’t understand what was happening between us—if anything.
James shifted. His hand brushed against my nipple. My breath caught, and I rolled my teeth between my lips to stop from moaning. If his hand brushed between my legs, he would find me soaked.
“What’s going through that busy mind of yours?” he murmured.
“Nothing,” I lied.
In a flash of movement, I was on my back with my arms pinned above my head. He gave me a sexy if somewhat sleepy smile.
“You need to understand, pet, that when your master asks you a question, you have to answer him truthfully. What had you so lost in your thoughts?”
“I was thinking about last night. I woke up not knowing if it was real or if I’d dreamt it.”
He laughed and rubbed his hard dick against my mound. “Does this feel like a dream, or does it feel real?”
My back arched, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to have him slide into me. “Very real, sir.”
“That’s what I figured.” For a few moments, he hovered above me, staring down.
Would he take me now? Would we make love? Would we fuck?
“What are you thinking about now?”
I pressed my pussy against him, hoping he’d get the hint. “What makes you think I’m thinking about anything?”
“Because you’ve got tiny frown lines between your brows. You look cute and sexy when you’re lost in thought. It’s the same look you have when you’re deliberating over something in the office. I find it endearing.”
“I’m thinking we’re going to be stuck here for at least another day. The weather forecast has predicted more snow.”
He released my arms and rolled off me. That was the wrong thing to say.
“Is there somewhere I can go to get a signal?”
“Not unless you want to hike up the mountain. Since we don’t have snowshoes or any hiking equipment, that would be a dumb idea.” I reached out and placed my hand on his stomach. My fingertips touching off the tip of his erection. Would he take the hint now?
“It looks like you’re stuck without being able to contact the rest of the world. What are you going to do?” I draped a leg over his thigh.
He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “First, we’re going to get up and eat. I can’t have my pet collapsing from hunger. What kind of master would that make me?”
“That’s all?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment. He must regret what happened between us.
“If you’re going to keep up with me, you need to have some energy.”
I grinned. “So last night wasn’t a mistake?”
“Last night was a lot of things. A mistake wasn’t one of them. It seems like you didn’t hear a word I said. When I said you were mine, I meant it. That goes for when we get back to New York. If you don’t believe that now, by the end of the day, you will.”