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Did he have telepathic skills?
“This may have been a mistake,” she whispered. Dammit. She had more spine than this. You don’t make junior partner after only three and a half years without having fight in you, so where the hell was it?
His eyes narrowed. “What was a mistake?”
“You should have been paired up with someone more on your level. I have no idea what I’m doing,” she said, starting to scoot away from him. He stopped her, using his hand still wrapped around the collar to hold her in place.
“You think because I’ve played more that I won’t want to play with you?” His question sounded more like an accusation.
She clenched her teeth. “You weren’t given a choice.” Had he been given a choice, he probably would have picked anyone but her.
“Hmmm.” He let go of her collar and grabbed something from the chair again. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” He threw her words back at her. “Okay. We’ll fix that.” He dangled the long, plush puppy tail in front of her face.
“Once I’m done dressing you, we’ll start your obedience training. Put your nose to the floor and don’t you dare get up again. If you move, I’ll take my belt off, strap your ass, and then put the tail in. Do you understand me?”
The harshness of his tone contradicted the softness of his eyes. He wasn’t pissed. Not like Tony had been anyway. James wasn’t yelling and berating her—at least not yet.
“Yes.” She nodded and bent over her knees to press her nose to the platform floor. A chuckle from the side of the platform hit her ears, and a wave of heat flashed through her body. Shit. The crowd. She’d forgotten the crowds watching her make a complete fool of herself.
James stroked the back of her head, then down the length of her spine. When the warm tingle of his fingers reached her ass, she clenched, tightening her body.
“That won’t stop me, puppy.” Moving around behind her again, he grabbed another item from the chair before kneeling by her side.
His hands were back on her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks while he leaned over her body. Her bottom lip trembled, and she was grateful for her positioning so no one could witness her newb behavior.
“Puppy’s pussy is wet.” A finger swiped over her clenched asshole to her sex, gliding through her wet folds. Her eyes clenched tighter. How much mortification could she endure? They’d rolled pet play—not humiliation play.
It was her own doing. It hadn’t been the collar or the paws that’d had her insides heating. No, it had been the way he looked at her. And now, with his fingers spreading her, drawing though her pussy in a way that turned the heat from a simmer to a sizzle, she couldn’t help the arousal pulsing through her.
The tip of his finger circled her clit, pouring kerosene on the burning embers. Without direction, she pushed her legs apart, lifting her ass for more of his attention.
He hummed with approval and swept his fingers over her clit again. The action—rubbing instead of teasing—brought her need for his touch straight into the spotlight. Sandra bit on her lip, holding her moan in check. Another sound came from the voyeurs watching her, and she curled her toes.
“Relax, Sandy.” He stroked her back with his free hand. The soothing touch softened her, and she found herself leaning into him.
Again, he slid his fingers through her sex. Though, this time, he seemed to be gathering her juices as he headed toward her asshole again. The tail. Right. She blew out a harsh breath. Staying calm would get her through it. Panicking wouldn’t help her or stop him.
The cool, round tip of the butt plug touched her puckered asshole.
“Relax, Sandy. Relax.” He petted her. “The more you fight, the more it hurts. It’s going in with or without your help. It’s up to you how uncomfortable it will be.” He pushed on the plug, and she yelped at the first stretch of her sphincter.
With practiced breathing, she eased the tension in her muscles. As the plug slipped further inside, the burn increased, and she took another cleansing breath. She would not lunge forward. She would not be a bad puppy again. She could and would get through this.
“Such a good Sandy,” he cooed, reaching his hand beneath her and finding her breast. A little pinch, and she jolted. “Shhh, stay there. Your tail’s not in yet.” He twisted her nipple, and a new burn spread through her core.
“I bet your pussy is dripping wet now,” he said over her, then thrust the plug forward. An intense pain shot through her asshole, and then it was in. Her ring of muscle clenched around the base.
“There. Done.” He patted her ass cheek. The tail swung behind her, brushing against her thighs. His fingers left her breast and her ass. “Now we can really get started.” He grabbed her collar at the back and pulled her up to her knees. She wiggled her butt, trying to find a position that didn’t announce the foreign object lodged in her, but nothing worked. Her brain had to accept what her ass already had. The plug was inside her.
She wiped a paw across her cheek, shoving away her hair to look up at him. Standing directly in front of her, he looked down with a wicked smile and a hungry gleam in his eyes. At eye-level, his cock pressed against his pants, the bulge speaking to his arousal at her current state.
Sandra licked her lips. Her pussy clenched. Her clit ached. This man staring at her, the one she’d thought was sweet when she’d first met him, sent a chill through her with his domineering stance. Staring at him, breathing in his confidence, his dominance, she knew he would be the man to take her into the darkness looming at the edge of their play.
“Are you ready to learn how to obey, puppy?”
Her heart raced up her throat. Was she ready? Could she shove away her insecurity and follow him behind the curtain into the unknown? Taking the leap and wading into her untapped desires could take her swimming in an ocean of pleasure she might never fully come back from. But hiding from the edge of her longings might plunge her headfirst into an abysmal state that chained her in a purgatory of need.
She raised her hands up, bending them at the wrist as a good puppy would.
“Rrruff.”
