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Sandra
Awarm hum ran over Sandra’s skin. She couldn’t recall ever climaxing that hard before. Surely she’d remember such an intense orgasm. Screaming out his name had just happened. It was like her mind had exploded and the words burst out while the rest of her body erupted into waves of flames.
“On your knees, Sandy.” James picked up the metal bowl and filled it with the water.
The reality of what he wanted smacked her right in the chest. Hadn’t she embarrassed herself enough already? Letting him finger her that way? Screaming out of control like she had?
James placed the water bowl in front of where she still sat on her ass with her legs folded in front of her. He snagged the head band that had fallen off and shoved it on.
“Last warning, pet. Get on your hands and knees.”
She stared at the bowl of water, weighing her options. Their session wasn’t over. Just because she’d orgasmed didn’t mean they were able to roll again.
One hand, then the next, she moved to the correct position, then raised her gaze up the length of his slender, built body. His dark eyes were easy to see with how the overhead light was positioned. He looked curious. Would she obey him, or would she stop submitting because he’d wrung an intense orgasm from her body?
“Drink some water.” He toed the water bowl, sloshing several drops over the side onto his foot. “I guess you’re lucky we didn’t roll humiliation. I’d have you licking my boot clean.” He moved his foot away, and she swallowed hard.
Her impulse was to lean over and lick the droplets off his boot, but he hadn’t said she could. She’d already overstepped earlier, and she needed to learn from it. Lowering herself to the water, she lapped up a bit on her tongue and swallowed it, keeping her eyes closed the entire time.
“See? She’s a good puppy.” A stranger’s voice carried over the platform from the edge of the crowd. “Maybe next time we play, you’ll have learned from this.”
Was someone chastising his own sub based on her behavior? She was a complete newb, why would anyone hold her up as an example?
“Did you hear that, Sandy? Did you hear how good they think you are?” James ran his hand over Sandra’s head and down her back, leaving a trail of electricity behind.
She kept lapping up the water while he petted her.
“Are you enjoying your water?” he asked, resting his hand on her upturned ass.
She nodded.
“No, no, pets don’t answer that way. If you’re enjoying yourself, wiggle your ass.” He tapped the plug. “Make your tail move for me.”
Her tongue froze in the water. Wiggle her ass for him with everyone watching. She had a decision to make: take another step into the unknown with him or disobey him and absorb his displeasure? While she was sure he wouldn’t be an asshole about it like Tony had been, his disappointment would wear on her more. He’d been so patient with her.
Fisting her hands inside her paws, she swayed her hips. The soft plush tail brushed against her thighs.
“That’s good, so good.” He sank his hand into her hair, fisting it at her scalp. “Keep your face in the water bowl. Raise your ass some more.”
Dipping her hot cheeks into the water was tempting, but she found the strength to keep taking small sips. Tingles ran along her scalp where he held her hair, drawing out her libido once again. His appreciative pats to her ass increased in force, and she wiggled it faster.
“Such a good pet.” He spanked her with full force on her left cheek, and she froze. “Don’t stop.” He smacked her again.
It hurt, but not enough for her try to scurry away. Besides, he’d already assured her cooperation by holding her by the hair. The warmth turned into heat, then burst into a fire as he continued to cover her ass with spanks while she wiggled her tail for him.
“Good girl.” He soothed her ass with his warm hand, running circles over the spots he’d spanked, but it was his words that quieted the erratic beat of her heart.
He pulled on her hair, dragging her to kneeling in front of him. A drop of water ran down her chin, and she wiped it away with a paw. While he was watching her, she ran the paw behind her ear with a grin.
“Fuck, Sandra.” He growled her name and kissed her. The coarseness of his well-trimmed beard scratched at her chin, but it was the firmness of his lips, the command of his tongue as he deepened the kiss, that kept her full attention. He swept past her lips, his tongue dancing with hers, and she melted into him.
When he pulled back, a tingle remained, buzzing on her lips. His tongue ran along his own bottom lip.
“I thought you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” he teased, letting go of her hair. “Stay,” he commanded, then moved to stand.
Her gaze stayed on him as he moved to the chair, picking up a long leash and turning back to her. Instinct made her tuck her chin down, as though that would stop him from clipping the leash to her collar. Half an inch of water sat in the bottom of the bowl, but he pushed it aside with his foot instead of picking it up.
Bending over at his waist, he picked up the metal ring positioned in the front of her collar and snapped the leash in place. A little tug had her stumbling forward to her hands.
