Master Jensen stroked her thigh, and then pushed two fingers into her pussy. The sudden invasion startled a cry out of her. Pleasure rippled along her back and she bit her lip to hold back the moan. She hadn’t realized how close to the edge she was.
“Do you see the puppies?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You’re wet. You got wet watching them.”
“I… I…”
He set his wine glass down and reached under her to fondle her breast. “What’s our letter, Anna?”
“‘A,’ Master.”
“I decided there were things I didn’t want to do from our letter. They didn’t interest me, or weren’t allowed on your list. One of the things you’d said you didn’t ever want to do was animal roles.”
Anna struggled to breathe normally as his fingers lazily slide in and out of her pussy. The plug in her ass meant he was hitting her G spot with each stroke. Her arms trembled and she locked her elbows to keep herself upright.
“Do you want that, Anna? Do you want to be my little puppy? Or maybe you want to be my little kitty.”
He pulled on her nipple, twisting and pinching it. Anna gave in and bowed her head, eyes squeezed shut.
“I’d get you a nice collar, and a tag with your name on it. I’d keep you on your knees, and when I wanted to fuck you, I’d pull your tail out and slide my cock up your ass.”
Anna wasn’t interested in animal play—it always seemed a bit gimmicky to her. Not that it wasn’t sexy or interesting. She certainly liked to watch when the pony play people did their annual races, but it wasn’t for her. And yet…and yet right now she would do anything he asked of her. Nothing seemed outside the realm of possibility—whatever limits and reservations she had were gone in the face of overwhelming arousal and complete submission.
“Watch, Anna, watch them.”
Anna heard him, but was too distracted to obey. Jensen grabbed her hair and forced her head up. Across the room, the puppies’ Master had taken a seat, one sub on each side. He unfastened the panel of leather that covered their mouths, then fed them each a piece of meat. The female puppy whimpered and inched closer, resting her head on her master’s lap.
“No,” he said, shoving her head off. He picked up a cane from the table and smacked her with it. She dropped her head and shoulders to the floor. Her master used the crop to push on her tail, and Anna imagined how the plug felt shifting in the other sub’s ass.
Master Jensen pulled his fingers from her pussy. “No,” Anna gasped, but then her Master took a hold of the plug and tugged it, mimicking what she was seeing happen to the other sub.
“Shall I ignore your checklist, Anna? Do you want me to treat you like a little puppy?”
Across the room, the Master had grabbed the male puppy by the collar and dragged him around to where the female was. “Calm her down,” he commanded. The female puppy tried to crawl away but the male grabbed her. With the fist mitts on, the only thing he could do was wrap his arms around her hips. The female whimpered as the male dragged her back, pulling her into position under him. As the male puppy mounted the female, sliding his cock into her and then fucking her rapidly, their Master went back to his dinner.
Anna watched the woman, her head covered by the hood and dog mask, her body wrapped in leather and restraints, her ass filled, her pussy being brutally fucked by another sub, also dressed like a puppy. That sub had no control, no input. She’d been reduced to something base, and yet sexual. Anna imagined it was her in that hood, her on her knees being treated like an animal, being fucked.
Anna shook with arousal, her breathing hard and fast.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want that.”
“Do you?” Master Jensen grabbed her by the waist and dragged her down into the seating area. He turned her to face him. Anna grabbed his shoulders, leaning into him. She inhaled, drinking in his scent.
He forced her wrists behind her back, binding them in one hand. He grabbed her neck with the other, holding her still so he could look at her. His gaze searched her face. “You would let me do it. You’d let me make you into my little puppy. You wouldn’t use your safe word.”
“Yes, Master, yes. I’ll be your puppy.”
“No, Anna. That won’t happen. Look at me.”
She met his gaze, her teeth clenched in frustration that he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, that he wouldn’t accept her submission and use it to do anything, and everything, to her.
“I’m going to push us, but not past our hard limits. You wouldn’t want this if you weren’t so fucking worked up. Right now I could do anything to you.” His hand tightened a fraction on her neck. “But I won’t. You need to know that. You need to hear that.”
Anna took a deep breath as his words penetrated. He was right—she was totally defenseless right now. Subs were given the illusion of control with safe words and checklists, but the reality was that once they were in subspace, they would agree to almost anything.
His hand dropped from her neck and Anna rested her forehead on his shoulder. She was shaking.
“Deep breaths.”
He rubbed her back, then eased her away. Anna expected that he’d call a halt for the night and take her to the bedroom, but instead he forced her to kneel on the table with her legs spread and her bottom facing the dining room. She knew people could see her wet pussy and plugged ass. That knowledge did nothing to dim her arousal, but she was no longer confronted by the visual stimuli of the puppy subs.
Jensen finished his meal, then fed her roasted vegetables and sips of his wine. By the time they were done, Anna was calmer, if no less aroused.
“Come,” he said, rising to his feet. “You can walk, but remember, the plug stays in.”
She felt eyes on her as they left the dining room, heard other members whispering about the first letter of the game. Half way to their room, she had to drop to her knees and crawl behind her Master. When they reached the door to the bedroom, Jensen helped her to her feet. He swept her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
Master Jensen laid her on the bed.
“Roll over, and get up onto your knees.”
Anna obeyed, clenching her fists in the soft cotton duvet cover. He steadied her with a hand on the small of her back as he grasped the base of the plug.
“Relax.” He started to draw it out, the thick bulb pulling against her anus from within.
Anna cried out, clenching against the pain.
“I said relax, Anna.”
“I can’t.”
Jensen dipped his head, his lips finding her pussy, tongue stroking her clit. Pleasure flickered along her nerve endings. He continued to pull the plug as he licked her clit. The pressure within her ass morphed from scary and painful to pleasure-pain.
“Master,” she moaned. “May I come?”
He lifted his head and slid two fingers into her pussy. “No.” He yanked the plug out.
Anna screamed, biting the duvet. Master Jensen continued to work his fingers in her pussy. Sensation rolled through her—she couldn’t define it as good or bad. It simply was.
Jensen rolled her onto her back, pushed her legs apart. “Spread for me,” he demanded.
Anna spread her legs open, pulling her knees up. “Master, please fuck me.”
He came down over her, his big body crowding her, his chest close enough that her nipples brushed him, but he held the weight of his body off her with his arms. His cock slid into her, full and thick, filling her in the way she needed, the way she craved. Anna wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as if her sanity depended on it.
Often, it did.
His breath was heavy on her neck, his chin rough against hers. They clung to one another. It was the most basic kind of sex—just two people and their desire—and yet at the end of a long evening of play, it was the most important, the most meaningful.
“Master,” she whispered, unable to say more.
“Come,” he groaned, thrusts hard and fast as his orgasm approached.
Anna gasped as she came, her pussy and lower belly muscles clamping down, making Jensen’s cock feel even bigger inside her. He groaned, holding himself deep inside her as he came.
Jensen rolled over, pulling Anna onto his chest. “We’re done for now.”
Burying her face against him, Anna started to sob.
“It’s okay, love.” He sat up, back against the headboard, and cradled her on his lap.
Anna gave in to the overwhelming feelings. It was always like this for her after a powerful scene—she wasn’t sad, or in pain. Sometimes the physical pleasure of sex and orgasm wasn’t enough to release the emotions that had built up in her, so she cried. She’d spent her adult life learning to lock down her feelings. Only here did she allow herself to laugh and cry when she felt like it, without stopping to analyze or consider the ramifications. Master Jensen didn’t ask her what was wrong, didn’t tell her to stop crying. He knew her, knew she needed this as much as she needed his hands on her body.
As her sobs quieted, he slipped from the bed, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, testing the water before getting in and pulling her in after him. He washed her until she was able to take the soap and do it herself. He didn’t leave—he stayed with her in the warmth, occasionally touching her, but never in a sexual way. She washed his back as he scrubbed his hands through his hair. Once they were done, they toweled each other dry.
Jensen held a robe for her and she slipped into it.
“I’ll give you a few minutes.” He motioned to the vanity, where her toiletry bags rested.
“Thank you.”
“Anna?”
“Yes?”
“When you come out, we start again.”
Anna opened her mouth, then closed it, dropping her gaze.
“I know, normally we’d stop for the night. This time is different.”
“Yes,” she agreed. It was different.
He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Have fun doing…whatever that is.” He motioned vaguely to the vanity.
Anna rolled her eyes and took a seat. Jensen grunted as she started pulling out bottles, then left the bathroom. Anna moisturized, taking her time with her nightly beauty routine, all while being careful not to think about what would happen when she left the bathroom.
When she was done, she shed the robe and walked out.
Jensen was waiting for her. He’d pulled on a pair of silk sleep pants. She knew he’d prefer fleece or plaid flannel, but he’d given in to her looks of disgust and upgraded. With his arms crossed over his muscled chest he looked like a sultan waiting for a harem girl.
When she was close he pulled her in for a long kiss. She slid her fingers into his still-damp hair, loving the feel of it, relishing in the freedom to touch him.
“We need to sleep,” he said as they broke apart. “I have plans for tomorrow.”
“You said we were starting again.”
“We are.” He motioned to the bed.
Lying on the white duvet were two long, black pieces of leather. Anna looked from them to Master Jensen.
“Bondage sleeves,” he said in answer to her unspoken question. “They’re a variety of arm binding. I figured you’d want to try more than one type.”
“
I’d
want to try more than one?”
“I’m just thinking of you, love.”
Anna raised one brow.
Jensen grinned, totally unrepentant. “Right arm.”
He slid the sleeve onto her, then started to tighten it. The leather was smooth on the inside, and covered her from above her biceps to her palm. Her fingers were free, but a wide strap went around her palm, locking the sleeve in place with her thumb pressed against her hand, almost like a fingerless mitten. Laces ran up the side, allowing it to be tightened. Jensen adjusted it until it was snug, but not tight. The leather was thick and stiff, and she could bend her elbow only a little bit. Buckles around her wrist, elbow and upper arm made sure she couldn’t slip it off.
Anna’s breath caught when he was done with it. If she’d seen another sub wearing this, she would have assumed it was decorative more than functional, but it felt like he’d wrapped her in rope. Though it wasn’t restrictive, it was holding her, owning her. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to bend her arm, the one thing she couldn’t do.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s strange. I didn’t think it would make me feel like this.”
“Explain.” He started to work the second sleeve onto her free arm.
Anna fought the urge to back away. “It’s big, and heavy. I can’t bend my elbow. I didn’t think it would make me feel so…so owned.”
“Owned?” He paused to cup her chin and kissed her hard and fast. “You’re damned right, you’re owned.”
Anna smiled and dipped her head, submitting as Jensen finished lacing her other arm up. Once he was done, he added padded restraints to her ankles and thighs.
“Okay, into bed.” He threw back the covers.
“Like this?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t sleep like this.”
“You’re going to.”
Anna sat, the thick cuffs around her thighs rubbing each other. She lay flat on her back, her heavy arms resting at her sides.
Jensen climbed in beside her.
“I can’t move,” she said.
“Maybe I’ll get some sleep.”
“You always sleep.”
“Only because I can sleep though a beating. You punched me in the kidney last week.”
Anna choked back a laugh. “I did not.”
“You’re the most restless sleeper I ever met.” He looped the straps that dangled from the ends of the sleeves through the “D” rings in the cuffs on her thighs.
“So I have to stay like this all night?”
“No. I’m not fastening the straps. They will pull free if you work at it, so you can change position. However, every time I wake up I’ll strap you in again.”
Anna had slept in restraints before. It hadn’t made her feel much besides stiff and slightly irritated—she did like to move around in her sleep. But that was before Jensen. As he turned out the lights and pulled the covers over them, her body started to tingle. Her nipples were stiff, rubbing against the sheet. Her pussy started to throb. She held still, tried to calm her mind, to relax, but sleep wouldn’t come.
“Master?”
He grunted.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Are your arms okay? Anna you have to tell me if it’s too tight.” He touched her fingers, checking to make sure they were still warm. If the sleeves were too tight they would restrict circulation to her fingers, which would get cold.