by Cherry Lee
Sabrina dropped the ball and held up her head, panting, waiting for a pat on the head. Instead, Brian reached behind her and pulled her underwear down her legs. She lifted her knees so he could take them off her. Heat raged through her system as her bottom was bared. She wanted her dress off, too. She wanted to be totally naked for him to examine. What was taking him so long to demand it?
Kneeling behind her, Brian slid both hands up her naked thighs and cupped her ass. He pulled the cheeks apart and held them that way. She knew he was seeing her puckered asshole and she couldn’t stop it from clenching and releasing spasmodically. He slipped one hand between her thighs to fondle her pussy.
“Wet. You’re in heat, aren’t you bitch? Always in heat I bet.” He rubbed her clit, making her jerk, and then he plunged his fingers into her, drawing her wetness all the way from her slit to her anus. He teased around the edge and she clenched hard, whimpering softly.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, for me to fuck you there? But not yet. You have to wait for it.” With that he patted her rump and left her thrusting back toward nothing.
He threw the ball again. “Fetch.”
Once more, she trotted across the room to retrieve the toy and bring it to him. Her pussy was slick, juices trickling down her thighs which rubbed together as she crawled. His humiliating treatment and silent observation of her were driving her crazy. Surely he must want to fuck her as much as she wished to be fucked. She was surprised his cock wasn’t out by now, that he wasn’t at least rubbing it a little while he played with her.
Sabrina brought the ball to him again, dropping it at his feet when he ordered her to. This time he rubbed behind her ears and along the back of her neck as he told her what a good girl she was. Surely now he’d bring out a bone for her to gnaw on. But the enticing bulge of his erection remained encased in gray sweat pants. Maybe if she indicated her interest... Sabrina whined and lifted her cupped hand to paw at his groin.
“Down,” he commanded, pushing her hand away. “Not tonight, as much as I’d like it. Delayed gratification increases pleasure, but that’s too hard a concept for a bitch like you to grasp. Instant pleasure is all you understand. I suppose you want me to bring you off again already.”
She did with all her heart. Sabrina hadn’t been this aroused in longer than she could remember. She’d nearly given up on dating, not finding the time or energy for it in her busy life. But even when she’d been in the dating game, she’d never experienced anything like this evening’s erotic adventure with a stranger. She gazed up into his face and begged with her eyes and her whimpers.
Brian aimed his camera at her and clicked the shutter before he put it down and reached out to fondle her neck again. “Trust me, I’d like nothing better than to give it to you. But we’re finished for tonight. I’ve got some work to do in my dark room.”
Her heart plummeted. He was going to send her home unfulfilled. She’d have to go back to her empty apartment and sleep alone.
“You can spend the night. I have a dog bed you can sleep on.” He rose and Sabrina scrambled out of his way as he walked past her to the bedroom. She followed behind, her excitement growing again. He was asking her to stay. He wanted her around. Why was she so pathetically grateful for that? It was almost as if she’d begun taking on the eager devotion of a real puppy.
She watched him open a chest and take out not only a large dog bed, but also a pair of dishes. He placed the cushion on the floor at the foot of his bed with the bowls beside it. Noticing her intently cocked head, he answered her unasked question.
“I used to have a pet. She left.” Brian patted the soft sheepskin of the dog bed. “Go ahead. Try it out while I fill your water dish.”
Sabrina curled up on the bed, breathing in the scent of cedar chips. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, but she wasn’t at all ready to go to sleep. Somehow she guessed that didn’t matter. If she was going to continue to play this game with Brian it would be on his terms and if he said it was time for her to lie down, she must do it.
He returned with a full dish of cool, clear water. Sabrina was thirsty. Her mouth tasted like rubber from the ball she’d been carrying. She went to the dish and dipped her face, struggling to lap up the water without getting all wet. She needed a muzzle.
When she was finished, she raised her dripping face to look up at the tall man standing above her. He was watching her with an intense gaze that told her how attracted he was to her and how much her submissiveness aroused him. He took her picture.
“You are fucking beautiful.” His low, rasping voice rewarded her and inside she preened like a show dog. “Take off your dress and bra now and lie down on your bed.”
He crouched down and pointed his camera at her again, snapping photos of her stripping and curling up on the dog bed. Sabrina shivered a little as the cool air brushed over her heated skin, followed by Brian’s hand. He stroked her from head to buttocks, leaving trails of fire in his wake. Her skin tingled at his touch and her entire body throbbed with the need for more than this gentle caress.
He chuckled, a low, sweet sound. “I can read you like a book, you horny animal. I told you, not tonight. Rest now and maybe in the morning I’ll reward you for your patience.”
With that he rose and walked away. The door of the dark room closed behind him, leaving Sabrina alone in the hushed stillness of a stranger’s apartment.
* * * *
Brian groaned and leaned against the door of his dark room. Blood red light bathed his face—the color of passion and rage. Passion raged through him right now. He could barely keep himself from going back out there and fucking the beautiful submissive who lay at the foot of his bed. What a night! What an unexpected gift to find in the midst of yet another boring photo shoot—a woman who seemed eager to participate in his fantasies, a woman ready to heel and obey.
She was physically beautiful, but more than that. Brian saw a touching vulnerability in her eyes. He had no doubt that in Sabrina’s work life people considered her capable, commanding and cool, but from the moment he’d glimpsed her through his camera lens, he’d known she was not what she appeared to the world. It thrilled him to see and share a side of her no one else knew of.
Yes, he’d love to take her tonight, but part of the game was delaying the conquest. She would pant and beg for it by the time he gave her his cock. And if waiting caused him temporary discomfort, that was all right. When the moment finally came, he would savor it all the more.
Brian moved away from the door, opened his camera bag and set the rolls from the wedding aside. He’d loaded the camera with black and white film for his work with Sabrina and now began to process it. Going through the familiar motions of putting the film in the canister and adding chemicals relieved the sexual pressure that boiled through him—reducing it to a low simmer. Film processing was a meditative exercise and the odors of the developing solution and fixative were incense to him. He loved his time in the darkroom.
Each step took time and meanwhile Brian looked through proofs for another job, deciding which photos he would use. Soon enough the film of Sabrina was finished. He rinsed and clipped the strips on the line to dry. His impatience and libido grew as he studied the negative images of her crawling around the apartment with the ball in her mouth, curling on the dog bed or simply gazing into the camera. Beautiful. He could hardly wait to print some shots, but the process couldn’t be rushed.
Brian left the film to dry. He would work with it more tomorrow. Right now he wanted to check on his guest, see if she’d fallen asleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. Maybe she’d changed her mind, put on her clothes and left the apartment while he worked. His chest tightened at the thought of that loss. What if he was wrong about Sabrina or had pushed her way too fast? He might lose her as he had Jane.
But when he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, Sabrina still lay where he’d told her to stay. His heart pounded and his dick went instantly hard at the sight of the nude woman curled on the
fluffy dog bed. He’d like to wake her now and give her what she’d come to him for, but he wouldn’t. Not yet.
They had all the time in the world to play.
Chapter Three
Sabrina woke disoriented. She was lying on a way too soft mattress and an unfamiliar blanket scratched her bare skin. But she never slept naked. Why was she nude? And then memories of the previous evening came crashing into her consciousness: the wedding, the stranger, the pick up and the games he’d played with her. What had felt acceptable, even right, last night, seemed humiliating in the light of day. What had possessed her to act like a dog on his command?
She sat up, pulling the prickly wool blanket tighter around her shoulders. He’d covered her in the night, which was sweet, but the blanket was rough and scraped against her body. Her nipples went stiff as the fabric brushed against them. Sabrina rose up on her knees to see if Brian was in the bed. He lay sleeping on his back, bare-chested, an arm flung above his head, mouth slightly open. The commanding figure of last night was replaced by a handsome, sleeping boy. How much younger than she, was he?
She realized she needed to pee—badly. Sabrina rose and walked to the bathroom, relieved herself and washed up at the sink. She finger-combed her messy hair as she looked into the mirror. “Who are you?” she asked her reflection. What kind of a woman gets off on acting like a dog?
She decided she’d get dressed and leave the apartment before Brian woke. But when she emerged from the bathroom, he was no longer sleeping peacefully. He sat up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist. Sabrina could see enough of his hips to know he wasn’t wearing anything. Her body responded to the sight, pussy opening and nipples standing at attention. She hoped he’d invite her into bed with him—so much for her intent to make a quick getaway.
“Did I give you permission to piss?” The first words out of his mouth nearly made her change her mind again.
“Excuse me?” She pulled the blanket tighter around her.
“When you’re in this apartment, you should be down on all fours and begging for what you want. Pets don’t piddle without permission.”
“We’re still playing that? It’s morning. I thought—”
“Don’t think. That’s what you do out in the world. When you’re here, all you have to do is respond and obey.”
Sabrina walked toward the bed. “Look, we haven’t even talked about this. We haven’t established boundaries, safe words, or even discussed what it is we’re doing. I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t aroused by last night or that I didn’t participate willingly, but we’ve got to discuss this before we go any farther.”
Brian tossed back the sheet and rose from the bed in one smooth move that made Sabrina step back. “No, we don’t.” He strode toward her, beautifully naked. She cringed inside, like a pup afraid its master would spank it for misbehavior, but she was also incredibly aroused by his body and his big, dangling cock.
“Talking things out is overrated. Takes the spice out of the scene. Sometimes you just have to dive in and start playing, see what wild places it takes you to. But if it makes you feel more secure, I’ll give you a safe word. Say--I don’t know--‘pepperoni’ if you don’t want to play anymore.”
Sabrina’s head began to nod in agreement. He was doing it again, weaving a spell with his voice that stole her will. She sidled away from his commanding presence. “That’s not enough. I don’t know anything about you, and you don’t know me either. At the very least we should exchange STD tests for safety’s sake.”
“Fair enough. No sexual contact until after we present proper paperwork, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play other games.” He stepped closer to her, his gaze searching hers deeply, and Sabrina’s will began to crumble again. She wanted to drop to her knees, paws up, and tongue lolling.
“I have a couple of appointments today, but you should come back later.” As abruptly as Brian had filled her personal space, he turned and walked away, leaving her feeling dismissed. His back was to her as he walked naked toward the bathroom.
“What makes you think I’d come back?” She followed after him, annoyed by his imperious attitude and frustrated by her body’s reaction to it.
“You will. You’ve finally found a place where you can relax and let go.” He stopped just inside the door to look back at her. “Did you want to watch me take a piss?”
Sabrina turned away as the door closed behind him. She angrily muttered the things she should say to him as she found her clothes and put them on. But when Brian came out of the bathroom, she held her tongue.
“You don’t have to leave right this minute,” he said. Sit down and I’ll make you something to eat before you go.”
Sabrina hesitated, not over whether to stay, but in indecision over whether he meant for her to sit on a chair or on the floor. Was he going to feed her breakfast in the dog bowl? She looked to Brian for direction and found him smirking as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, but he didn’t tell her what to do. Testing me, she thought. Another wave of annoyance swept through her. It was too early in the morning to feel so off center and uncertain about whether she was playing a role or not.
With a sigh, she plunked down onto the floor and waited for him to feed her.
“Good girl,” he said quietly as he got eggs and orange juice from the refrigerator.
And her pathetic heart lifted at his praise.
Once again, Brian didn’t waste many words on her as he moved around the kitchen, cooking. But after a bit, he remarked about his gigs that day—another wedding, this one in a park, and a fiftieth wedding anniversary. He spoke as if he didn’t expect her to answer, the way a person would share news about his life with his beloved pet. “It’ll be a full day so I won’t be home until late. I’ll call you when I’m ready for you to come over.”
Oh, the arrogance of this man. As if she didn’t have a high-pressure job that ensured her weekends were nearly as busy as her weekdays. There was always take home work to catch up on. She couldn’t drop everything and run to him when he beckoned. But she wouldn’t bother arguing about it now. She’d simply refuse to come when he called.
The smell of frying eggs and hot buttered toast made her stomach growl. She’d hardly eaten a thing at the wedding last night so when Brian set her plate on the floor in front of her without utensils she didn’t argue, but got on all fours and put her face to the food.
“Do you know how fucking hot you look like that?” His smooth voice caressed her like a hand down her back. “Here, let me cut up your toast for you.”
He knelt and quickly cut both eggs and toast into small bites which were easier to manage with no hands. Even with her food prepared for her, Sabrina had to chase it around the plate and her cheeks and chin were covered with egg by the time she’d eaten everything.
“You’re a sloppy little bitch.” Brian patted his thigh. “Come over here. I’ll clean you up.”
She crawled to him, embarrassed by her dirty face but even more by how much she loved being treated this way. She sat on her haunches with her paw-hands on Brian’s leg and he wiped egg from her face with a napkin. Her cheeks were still sticky when he was finished—something to remind her of the experience as she drove home.
“I won’t go back,” she swore aloud as she left Brian’s slummy neighborhood and headed toward her expensive apartment in an upscale area. “I won’t even answer the phone when he calls.”
She repeated that mantra often throughout the day as she went through her weekend routine; exercising, reading newspapers and briefs, catching up on a hundred little errands. But by ten o’clock that night when Brian still hadn’t called, her disappointment was as keen as a Ginsu knife. Why hadn't he called? What had she done to displease him? Was she not sexy enough? Too insistent on setting parameters? Or too submissive and obedient? Maybe he wanted more of a challenge.
When the phone rang at twenty after ten, she seized it with the eagerness of a schoolgirl expecting a call from the prom king. “Hello?”<
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“I’m home. You can come now.” His tone was so casual as if there wasn’t a shred of doubt that she would obey. The horrible, conceited prick.
“Okay. I’ll be right over.”
* * * *
Brian was nervous although he’d never let his new bitch know it. Arrogant and commanding—that’s the kind of master she wanted. In some ways he was playing a role as much as Sabrina was. He’d felt a thrill of victory when he’d called and she’d instantly agreed to come to him.
While he waited for her, he mentally went through the scenario he wanted to play out. He’d treat her with kindness, followed by some humiliation to let her know her place. And at the end, more loving care so she knew she was appreciated.
He should have been tired after a full day of covering family celebrations, but he was too wired about the coming night, adrenaline pumping through his system and making him jittery. Although he’d told Sabrina they didn’t need to know anything about each other in order to play the kinds of games they were going to indulge in, Brian went online to see what he could learn about Sabrina Temple. He read a thumbnail bio on her law firm’s web site and a few dry passages from her blog concerning corporate legal issues. She had no private blog, Facebook or My Space page. This added to his impression that Sabrina had made work her life and allowed herself little social time.
Brian’s stomach lurched when he heard a quiet knock on his door. He adjusted his persona like a costume and went to let her in. When he opened the door, he was struck again by how beautiful Sabrina was. Her features were fine, her skin pale and her eyes, haunted. She had the graceful appeal of a well-bred ice princess, and he longed to break her down to her bare essentials.