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He looked up at the crowd gathering around the platform to watch.
“Maybe we should ask them?” he offered when she still hadn’t answered. “Puppies can’t really make decisions for themselves anyway.”
He slipped another finger into her, tracing the outline of the plug. He pressed harder, and she squealed.
“Should we ask them?”
She shook her head, not a little movement, but hard enough for her hair to fly in front of her face and the headband with her ears to slip off to one side.
He’d pushed her to the limit.
“No?” He moved his hand from her belly and reached over his own arm to pick up her tail. With a little tug, she moaned again.
“Please,” she whispered. If he hadn’t been watching her reaction, he wouldn’t have known she’d said anything.
“Please ask them or please let you come?” he clarified, tugging on the tail enough that the wide bulb of the plug began to emerge through the tight ring of muscle.
“Please let me come!” She put one paw over her face. Her thighs shook.
“Paws down, puppy. I want to see your pretty face when I let you unravel beneath my hand.”
She obeyed without hesitation. Another twist of his fingers and more pressure had her chest heaving for air, her mouth agape. The woman was on the brink, and she was beautiful.
Using the tip of her tail, he brushed it over her clit. No real pressure, but a featherlike touch while he continued to plow his fingers into her cunt.
“Fuck,” she panted. Her heels dug into the floor, her hips lifted from the floor. He continued to tease her clit with her tail while finger-fucking her until she finally burst.
She screamed.
“James! Fuck! James!” One paw hit the floor while her pussy pulsed around his fingers. Her hips gyrated while she rode out her orgasm, bucking off the platform floor.
He slowed the thrusts, easing her down. Her legs stretched out, and she let out a whoosh of air. With glossed over eyes, she looked along the length of her body at him, a wobbly smile on her lips.
He dropped the tail and pulled his fingers from her body, wiping them on his jeans. Scooting over toward her head, he scooped her from the floor and pulled her into his lap.
“You okay?” he asked, wiping hair away from her forehead.
“That was intense.” She closed her eyes. “Oh my God, I screamed so loud.” She brought a paw up to her face, but he pushed it away.
“It was beautiful.” He stroked her cheek. James opened his legs and pulled her toward him, leaning her back against his chest so he could cradle her better.
She turned her head until her face rested on his chest.
James noticed Miles and called him over.
“Hey, man,” the DM said as he stepped close.
“Hey. I didn’t grab any water. Can you take that bowl over there and fill it?” James asked, pointing at the small metallic bowl next to the pretzels.
“No need. Have some bottles right here.” The DM disappeared for a minute, then handed James a bottle of water and placed a second bottle beneath the chair.
“Great. Thanks.”
Sandra shook off a paw and reached her bare hand out for the bottle, but James moved it out of reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Sorry. I thought—may I have some water?” She looked up at him with those wide, worried eyes.
“Of course, but puppies don’t drink from a bottle, do they?” He picked up the glove she’d shaken off. “Put this back on before you get yourself in trouble.”
She pressed her lips into a thin line but didn’t argue as she worked the glove onto her hand.
“Good.” He kissed her bare shoulder and reached over for the bowl.
Now that she was relaxed from her orgasm, he’d see how well she would obey.
