Page 31 of Leashed


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“Phenix perhaps deserves death, but it was never Zain’s job to mete out that justice. I do not know the circumstances of your crime…”

“Fuck off.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not a crime to kill someone who deserves it. Laws are threats made by people with power. They’re not anything actually real. I don’t recognize laws. And I don’t care about crime. I know what’s right and wrong for me. I bet Zain does too.”

Ark’s eyes narrow just a little more. “That’s an interesting perspective, but there are some laws you will follow now. Mine. I will enforce them. And you will not attack anybody from now on. It could be dangerous for you, and for us. Now. Take off those bloody clothes and go and get in the bath.”

I find myself losing my temper. This isn’t fair. He could at least congratulate me a little.

“I’ll punch him again if I get a chance,” I say on my way past. “You know, some people would be grateful to find out that someone they recently captured and beat still had their back for no reason. You’re a fucking tyrant, no different from the other guy, really.”

Ark

It takes a lot of self-control not to grab her and just thrash her, especially given her complete lack of contrition. This pet knows how to push buttons. More than that, she knows how to break faces.

I don’t really want to punish her. Not for punching Phenix, anyway. She’s giving me plenty of other reasons, like that sassy attitude that persists in the face of imminent punishment.

Spanking her is not making an impression. She’s a tougher candidate than that. Her mouth and her actions are creating situations that her tender rear cannot possibly atone for. There is only so much beating any human can take, even one who deserves a lifetime of them.

It occurs to me that I do have some technology that might help in this situation. It is experimental, and I know she’ll loathe it, but I need her under control. So far I clearly have no control at all.

I open a drawer in my room that I did not imagine I would be opening anytime soon. There is a device inside, a rather unassuming little piece of equipment. When this was designed, it was quickly considered to be far too intense a punishment for all but the most resistant pets. Kahn and I had a better eye for potential pets, and so it remained something we never used on any of those we trained for the market.

There is the sound of water and splashing and a fair amount of grumbling and cursing as I wait. I will give my pet some credit, she has actually followed my instructions and is washing herself.

A few minutes later, she struts out of the bathroom, naked and glistening with remnants of bathwater. She is beautiful, a curvaceous creature without remorse or obvious conscience. A pretty little monster.Mypretty little monster.

She sees the device immediately, just as I intended.

“What is that? Looks like a dildo.”

“It is a toy of sorts, pet. Would you like to play with it?”

I am using her cockiness against her, and I can see instantly in her eyes that she is going to take the bait.

Jen

What Ark’s got looks like a dildo with a few extra pieces. Seems there’s a bit that tickles the clit, and another extrusion ready to slide into the butt. It looks like a filthy fucking toy, and hell yeah I want to play with it.

“Lie down on the bed on your back,” Ark orders.

He puts the toy down into some kind of case by the bed and takes the opportunity to remove his shirt. I love the way his belly looks, rippling with muscles bordered by scales. He is dangerous and handsome as hell, and I cannot resist him. I did not get to see him properly naked yet. This is the first time I am beholding him in all his true alien glory — and it is glorious. There is an unscaled swathe of chest and belly, and they are powerfully built. These aliens are built for battle, but they act like they’re knitting circle members. I know Arkan has a primal side. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I want him to fuck me with it.

“And the pants too?” I make the suggestion with an arch little giggle.

He raises a brow, and for a second I think he is going to refuse, but he obliges me, stripping as naked as I am. As I see his thighs and thick alien cock come into view, I forget about everything remotely resembling trouble. He is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. He has thick legs, scaled on the outside and up around his pubic region. The base of his cock has light scales, and the rest of it is a rapidly engorging rod that I remember from feel if not from sight.

When I take in all of him from the top of his flowing blue hair, to his golden gaze, to the slight shine of feral tusks and then a body made for aggression and defense in equal measure, I forget about absolutely everything other than my raw desire for him.

“Lay down.” He reminds me of his earlier order, and I do not hesitate to obey.

I crawl up onto the large bed on hands and knees and lie down on my back looking up at him, preparing myself for pleasure. He and I both know that I really deserve a reward for what I did today. I helped him talk to his brother — it was pretty awkward between them before I spoke up. And I definitely helped him when I punched his enemy.

I am feeling very much in control now. He will serve me sexually. He will give me pleasure, and we will give up this pretense of pet and master now that he knows what I am capable of.

Blue hair falls forward over his muscular shoulders and I fucking melt as he crawls onto the end of the bed. The head of his cock is spearing toward me even at a distance. I crave him inside me, and I can see from the lust in his eyes that he wants me just as much. There is an intensity in his gaze as he crawls toward me, this big, fanged alien predator who lives his life in a veneer of political respectability. I see the animal in him, and I see how he wants to break the wild thing in me. He wants me kept. He wants me contained. He wants me leashed. He wants me caged.

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