Page 49 of The Family Pet

“I listen,” I argued with a glare. I waved my boner at Daddy instead. “If you won’t let him eat, how about you?”

Daddy heaved a sigh and went to his knees in front of us. He continued to stroke Saint’s hair and down his cheek. “What are we going to do with this boy, pup?” He shook his head and looked at me carefully. “Come over here, pull down your pants the rest of the way, and lie across my lap, ass up in the air.”

Excitement stirred inside me, and while a part of me wanted to rebel, give him what he liked—my disobedience—I was too horny right now, so I did as he ordered. I crawled over to him and shoved my jeans and underwear down to my thighs before lying over his lap once he sat down.

He smoothed his hand over my asscheeks, and I hissed as the head of my dick got trapped between his legs, and I knew he’d chosen this position on purpose to either torture me or pleasure me. “How many smacks do you think you deserve for disobeying me by trying to feed our pup, hm?”

I grumbled under my breath and didn’t answer him.

Saint whimpered and fluttered his lashes at me, pleading. The first time I was spanked, he thought I hated it, but after a while he grew to understand I’d purposely found reasons to get under Daddy’s palm. Sometimes, he even helped me. Now, the kinky little pet enjoyed watching me get punished.

The first slap came hard and fast, and I didn’t expect it because I was too busy focusing on Saint. I gasped, jerking from the pleasure and pain that had my nerves going haywire. I squirmed, but my cock was trapped between Daddy’s legs, and I couldn’t go far. The friction of his sweatpants against my sensitive skin had me moaning.

Another slap had me wriggling. “Daddy, please.”

He grunted but answered me with another smack on the exact same spot he’d gotten before. Then another. And another. I was so close to bursting that it was beginning to hurt, and Daddy could tell because he stopped spanking me and opened his legs, releasing my cock.

I groaned in disappointment, and he laughed gruffly.

“Pup, get naked. Let our boy fuck you.”

Saint jumped into action, taking off every single piece of clothing until he was naked. I feasted on him with my gaze and licked my lips like a starving man seeing food for the first time in months. His eyes glittered happily as he turned his back in my direction and put his ass in the air.

I moaned. Fuck. That was a delicious sight.

“Prepare him, boy. Take it slow.” Daddy patted my tender ass, and I stood carefully, wincing at the sharp pain and pleasure that went from my asscheeks to my balls.

I slid out of my jeans and took off my shirt before I went to a set of drawers on the right side of the room. I grabbed the lube from the top, where we’d lazily thrown it the last time we’d fucked in here, and walked back to Saint. My mouth watered as I took in the pretty sight he made. His hole peeked out from between his round cheeks, and he was ready and waiting like the perfectly trained pup he was.

I dropped to my knees and opened the lube. I slicked myself up before I took a quick few minutes to work him open with my fingers. He was so eager, moaning and rocking back against me, and when I couldn’t wait any longer, I replaced my digits with my dick. I pushed inside slowly, glancing over my shoulder at Daddy for his approval. He smiled, and lust blazed in my stomach.

When I was balls deep inside Saint, I paused and ran my hand down his back, from the base of his neck to the bottom of his tailbone, then leaned closer to plaster my front against him. I kissed his ear, and he shivered. “Is this good, pup?”

He moaned and pressed back toward me, and I took that as a yes. But I wanted to hear him say it, so I rocked forward. His head dropped and he trembled. “Yes. Fuck. Good.”

Satisfied, I grabbed a hunk of his hair and held on to it tightly as I began to thrust. I went harder than I should’ve and realized my mistake when Daddy grabbed my hips, making me stop.

He clucked his tongue and kissed my cheek. “I said slow, boy. We want to be gentle with him today. Take our time. Don’t we?”

I huffed and earned a sharp slap to my ass that he’d battered moments ago, and I winced and jerked, driving Saint into the floor hard. “Fuck. Sorry.”

Saint chuckled and rolled his hips back against me.

Daddy hummed. “You’re teaching our pup bad habits, boy. Stay still.” He moved back behind me, and when I went to glance over my shoulder, I got another smack on the ass, so I stayed still like he’d ordered, even though I wanted to move again.

A moment later, his slick fingers were tapping my hole, and he bent me forward before pushing them into me. He prepared me like I’d done to Saint, and it was a strange sensation to have my cock stuck in our pup, but to also have Daddy’s fingers in me.

I shifted a little, processing the stretch in my hole, and when his cock pressed against me, I sucked in my breath between my teeth and waited for the bite of pain that came with his width. It didn’t disappoint. I hissed at the intense sensation that vibrated through me as he pushed himself in, and I groaned, throwing my head back and meeting his shoulder.

“Shh,” he whispered into my ear before licking the shell. “Be a good boy. Open up for Daddy.”

I dropped so I was touching Saint again and curled my arms around his waist. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and jerked him off as I concentrated on the many overwhelming feelings that surged inside me, physical and emotional. Daddy spread me and Saint surrounded me, and it was so fucking perfect.

Too much.

Not enough.

The world around me spun as Daddy pushed fully inside me.