The Initiation of Ms Holly (Xcite Erotic Romance Novels)

by Grace, K D

  The doctor slid another finger into her and pressed down low on her belly with the other hand. She whimpered, shifted her hips and pressed back.

  ‘She needs to be serviced, Leo,’ the doctor said. ‘You can’t kennel her like this. The poor thing will never be able to sleep without some relief.’ The probing fingers had gone from examining to thrusting, and Leo was practically humping the side of the table, one hand migrating to stroke Rita’s bottom.

  Leo replied with a grunt. ‘All the males are sleeping and she hasn’t been properly introduced. It would be big disruption.’

  ‘Shall I take care of her then?’ When the doctor brought his thumb to circle her clit, Rita practically went through the roof.

  ‘Leave her. If you need pleasure, you take with Fila or Rajka. They will take care of your cock, not my pet. It is the rules.’

  The doctor sighed and withdrew his fingers, and Rita groaned her frustration, but Leo pushed her hand away as it slid toward her cunt. ‘Leo knows his Ritichka needs to come, but pets don’t touch their pussies. Trust me, I have something much nicer planned for little pussy.’ He produced a blue leather collar studded with rhinestones and clasped it around her neck. Then he attached a lead. ‘Come my darling.’

  The doctor looked disappointed as Leo helped her from the examination table. ‘What will you do?’

  ‘She will sleep with Blossom tonight. Blossom will take care of her until she can be properly serviced. Now do something about that before you burst.’ He nodded to the bulge in the doctor’s trousers.

  Leo led Rita into a moonlit courtyard, around a pool surrounded by a lush garden and up the path to the main house. ‘Wipe your feet, darling.’ He nodded to the braided rug just inside the door. ‘Millicent is very upset when there are paw prints all over the foyer.’

  He led her down a long hallway past rooms which were visibly opulent even in the muted tones of night. At last he opened double doors into a study, lit by the soft glow from a fireplace. Bookshelves with glass doors reached from floor to high ceiling, no doubt protecting rare volumes and leather bindings. A ladder of ageing wood and wrought iron rested on rollers against one section of shelves. The furniture was comfortably worn cordovan leather, and the oriental carpets were, no doubt, expensive and hand-made. The room smelled of wood and leather and ageing volumes and Rita felt instantly at home.

  Leo slipped out of his shoes and poured himself a glass of something strong and amber from a crystal decanter on an antique table near the door. Then he sat down in a large wing-backed chair in front of the fireplace. He guided her to kneel next to him and rest her head on his thigh, his bulge scant centimetres from her cheek. As he stroked her nape and smoothed her hair, she reached for his fly, but he pushed her hands away with a light slap.

  ‘That is no no, Rita. Pets may certainly sniff, and nuzzle, but at the Zoo pets don’t have sex with their minders. I brought you here so that Blossom could help you feel better.’

  For the first time, Rita noticed the dark form of a woman lying curled on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

  Leo unclipped the leash from Rita’s collar and stroked her tummy. ‘Go on now. Go introduce yourself.’ He shooed her toward the woman on the carpet whose dark eyes seemed enormous in the dancing firelight. She uncurled herself and stretched into a sitting position. It was hard to tell the exact shade of her skin, but even in the muted light of the fire it was dark. Her body was long and slender. Her small high breasts were topped with enormous melt-in-your mouth nipples.

  ‘Blossom is the only one of my pets that stays in house all the time. Blossom, darling, this is Rita. She has had very rough journey to be here with us, and her pussy is very uncomfortable. Make her feel at home.’ Again he made a shooing motion, and Rita moved to join Blossom on the carpet.

  She had barely dropped to her knees before the other pet buried her face, nose first, in Rita’s bottom, sniffing and licking, making Rita’s cunt gape and surge. Then, she presented her lovely arse to Rita, dark hole gripping and relaxing as Rita reciprocated, at first tentatively, awkwardly, until she got the hang of it, then more enthusiastically with her growing arousal.

  Once she and Rita were properly acquainted, Blossom slid her tongue in slow, even laps over Rita’s body, beginning behind her right ear and working her way down the nape of her neck on to her breasts. She pressed with the pad of her tongue, then drew her lips closed between each lick in a nip of a kiss that made Rita’s skin goose-flesh like a million tiny clits engorged with sensation. Each slide of the tongue and purse of the lips built on the last until Rita writhed helplessly beneath each caress, whimpering at the pleasure of it. Blossom licked her way over Rita’s belly and on to her hip, easing her down onto the carpet, nudging her legs apart until Rita could feel the dark pet’s warm breath against her pussy. Then she laid her head on Rita’s thigh and snaked her incredible tongue over Rita’s cunt, making her catch her breath in tight little grunts and bear down against the insinuations of mouth and lips and the occasional nip of teeth against her heavy clit.

  Leo chuckled softly. ‘Our Rita does have a lovely pussy, doesn’t she, Blossom? Make her come, darling. Make her feel better.’

  Rita pushed and scooted on the carpet until she could return the favour, laying her head on Blossom’s thigh and burying her face in the musky femaleness of the pet, whose clit mirrored her nipples in sheer swollen deliciousness.

  ‘Oh yes, that’s Leo’s good girls, that’s my horny little darlings,’ Leo breathed.

  Above their own grunts and moans, Rita heard the sound of a zipper and looked up to see Leo fondling his balls free from his trousers and caressing a heavy erection. The cordovan leather squeaked in protest as his stroking grew more urgent. The wet sounds of sex mingled with the smell of animal heat, and Rita found herself wanting to growl and bite and display her swollen cunt for Leo, like a red flag before a bull. She wished he’d join them. His cock looked positively equine. She could imagine the nice tight fit, with him taking turns in her pussy, then in Blossom’s. Just then Blossom tongued her clit and nipped her with a throaty growl that sent her over the edge grunting and trembling. Blossom wasn’t far behind. Leo watched them come, his cock thrusting in his tight fist like a wild thing he struggled to tame, until at last his body stiffened and bowed back against the chair, and he ejaculated in heavy spurts onto the polished wood floor.

  They must have dozed. Leo woke them some time later. The fire had burned low. He was tucked back into his khakis, and the floor was clean. ‘Come on, girls. It’s bedtime.’

  Blossom followed Leo and Rita followed Blossom up to the big master bedroom. The bed was nearly as big as Edward’s. It was covered in rich Asian prints. Both pets sat on the floor near a large wardrobe and watched. Leo undressed slowly, placing all his clothing neatly over a straight-back chair, lingering to examine the hard planes of his large, well-muscled body in front of a full-length mirror, cupping the weight of his balls and penis, looking over his shoulder at the mounds of his buttocks. Rita was sure he was doing it for their benefit, and she was happy to watch. He had a wonderful body, one she would have gladly pleasured. She wondered at his refusal to fuck his pets.

  At last he pulled back the duvet and sat for a minute on the edge of the bed, penis lying heavy, but relaxed against his thigh, then he cupped each pet’s cheek, gave their breasts a stroke and patted the mattress. ‘Come girls. To bed with you.’

  He slid down between the sheets. Blossom crawled onto the foot of the bed, on top of the duvet and curled up with a satisfied sigh. Rita followed suit. There, blanketed in moonlight, Blossom’s fingers found their way to Rita’s pussy, relieving the tension that had returned as she had watched Leo undress. Then both pets curled around each other and slept.

  Chapter Ten

  IN THE MORNING THE two pets followed Leo to a heavily laden breakfast table and sat on the floor near his chair. No kibbles for these pets. From his plate, he hand-fed them prosciutto, strawberries and melon and fresh pain au cho
colat, caressing them and praising them as he did so. The hand-feeding Rita liked, but learning to lap water from the silver bowl with her tongue was a challenge. When Leo saw her struggles, he lifted the bowl to her lips with a smile. ‘Never mind, darling, you will get the hang of it. In the meantime we don’t want you dehydrated since you have busy day ahead of you.’

  Blossom looked as dark and exotic in the morning sunshine as she had in the firelight. She had closely cropped dark curls that showcased the strong bone structure of a very African face. She was more interested in Rita than she was in her breakfast, licking and sniffing until Rita found it hard to concentrate on the lovely food.

  Not that she was complaining. She found it difficult to keep her mouth off Blossom’s luscious nipples. Smeared with chocolate from the pain au chocolat, they reminded her of the delicious truffles Edward had fed her on the Eurostar.

  At last, Leo pulled them apart chuckling. ‘Stop it, you two. You’re getting food all over. Such a mess you are making. This will not make Millicent happy.’

  When breakfast was over, Leo delivered Rita, via a more private route, to the pet groomer back at the annexe. He explained that the other pets would be up and about by now and one sight of her would set the more high-strung males off. ‘There will be no keeping their hands off their penises if they see you. It will be practically orgy. Of course I don’t mind orgies. My pets need lots of sex. Is good for them, but all in good time, my dear Ritichka, all in good time.’

  Blossom had been allowed to accompany them, and, at the sight of the groomer – another man who looked as if he could be in porn films, she ran to meet him, dropped to her knees and buried her face in his crotch, sniffing and nuzzling wildly. He didn’t try to stop her. Instead he stroked her neck and the top of her head, not bothered that he was bulging by the time Rita and Leo approached him more sedately.

  ‘Pets live through their noses,’ Leo explained. ‘Most of the mammals do. There is reason why dogs and cats like to sniff crotches and bottoms. Our identity is all tied up in our scent. No two of us smell the same. Only we humans have forgotten how to use gift of smell. But,’ he nodded at Blossom, ‘it all comes back quickly when we are given opportunity. Most pets find the world is more interesting place when they experience through their noses.’

  On the Eurostar, hadn’t Edward talked about all the wonderful senses humans take for granted? The thought made her ache slightly. Why did everything make her think of Edward? It would be so much easier if she didn’t. She forced her attention back to Leo. ‘Go on,’ he was saying. ‘Give it a try.’ He gave her bottom a little smack and nodded toward the groomer who was smiling at her expectantly.

  This was just too strange, Rita thought, but she shrugged and dropped to her knees in front of the groomer, who chuckled softly and stroked her neck. ‘Hello there. Aren’t you a beautiful thing?’

  Mostly she could smell Blossom against the man’s crotch. Of course, Blossom smelled like her, after spending so much time with her face between Rita’s legs, but as the groomer’s cock surged beneath khaki shorts, she caught the scent of a man who enjoyed his work. ‘Mmm,’ the groomer sniffed. ‘Don’t you two smell like pussy this morning?’

  Rita wondered if she’d ever get past blushing over the strange things that kept happening to her since her initiation began. Blossom was dismissed to play with the other pets until it was time for her own bath. Then the groomer took Rita’s collar off and guided her into a tub full of warm bubbles. ‘That’s a girl,’ he crooned. ‘Let’s get you all nice and clean.’ He knelt next to the tub. ‘Oh, such nice titties. All the males will want to play with those, and the females too, I’ll bet.’ As he ran the sponge over her, he inspected her with a running commentary. ‘Mmm, nice tight tummy muscles, pert little arse, and legs, goodness those legs go on for ever. Aren’t you a beauty?’ He turned his attention to Leo, who watched attentively. ‘Who’ll service her?’ He began to soap her breasts, paying special attention to her rising nipples. ‘Dr Marko said she needs it pretty badly.’

  ‘Is true. She needs male. Perhaps Brutus or Aralias could satisfy her. Would be lovely to see either of them mount her. Perhaps both. Aralias’s dark body would be stunning contrast to Rita’s pale skin. On the other hand, Brutus has nice buttocks, lovely to watch when he is thrusting.’

  The groomer nodded his agreement. ‘Whichever you choose, it’ll be excellent, I’m sure.’ He turned his attention back to Rita. ‘Bend over, my lovely. Let’s get your pretty little cunny cleaned and ready for receiving guests.’

  She obeyed, feeling embarrassed and insulted and incredibly horny. More so as the groomer opened her labia and dribbled warm water over her vulva. She couldn’t hold back a little sigh. ‘Oh Leo,’ the groomer gasped. ‘This is a luscious pussy and so ready she might just come on my fingers.’

  ‘Just bathe her, Larry. Is not your job to make her come. You know the rules.’

  Fuck the rules, Rita thought. She didn’t care who serviced her, but she wished to hell somebody would. The more they talked about her as if she were a bitch in heat, the hotter she got, until she buried her wet face against the groomer’s crotch and began to lick and nip at his penis through his shorts.

  Manoeuvring himself until his body obscured Leo’s view of what was going on, the groomer curled his hands in Rita’s wet hair and held her to him, his breath coming fast and furious against her back.

  Thwack! Came Leo’s hand across Rita’s wet bottom. The surprise of it as much as the sting caused her to yelp and pull back. ‘Bad Rita! I told you last night, minders are off limits. Bad girl! We don’t suck our minder’s cock.’ He glared at the groomer. ‘You know better than to let her do this. If the Zoo will function smoothly, there must be rules, you know this. And those rules apply to you too, Larry. Now get her bathed.’

  If anything the reprimand and the sharp smack on the bottom made Rita even more horny. She wasn’t exactly convinced that being a naughty pet was a bad thing.

  By the time the groomer had her bathed and shampooed and was caressing her dry with a thick terry towel, her whole body thrummed with arousal. It wouldn’t have taken much squeezing of her girlie muscles to make her come, but the situation in which she found herself was so deliciously hot that every second of holding back, every second of waiting for Brutus or Aralias, or whoever would service her hot bitch pussy, was exquisite torture.

  Leo carefully inspected her, then placed the rhinestone collar back around her neck. As he attached the lead, she felt every bit the animal she was pretending to be, rubbing her arse against his thigh and making soft little purring sounds at the back of her throat.

  Leo sighed his approval. ‘Come on my beauty. Now we will introduce you to the other pets. Brutus will make your uncomfortable little pussy feel so much better.’

  As they headed for the courtyard, one of the safari women came to Leo. Rita couldn’t hear what she whispered in his ear, but he nodded and handed her leash to the woman. ‘Wait here with Fila, darling.’ He stroked her neck. ‘Leo may have a surprise for you.’ Then he disappeared.

  While they waited, Fila found a soft bristled brush, sat down on a metal folding chair and guided Rita to sit on the floor between her legs. Then she brushed Rita’s hair, singing to her softly in what sounded like Polish.

  Rita rested her forehead on the woman’s thigh, exposed below khaki shorts. Leo was right about the sense of smell. She could just make out the salt marsh scent of the woman’s pussy beneath the perfume of lavender soap. She could feel the heat radiating from between Fila’s legs as she brushed and caressed Rita’s hair. Almost without thinking, Rita slipped her fingers between her own legs and wriggled them into the warm slippery folds of her pussy.

  ‘Bad girl! You mustn’t do that.’ Fila smacked the side of Rita’s bare breast with the back of the hair brush just enough to almost sting. Definitely enough to stimulate. She leaned in close to Rita’s ear, pushed the hair away and whispered. ‘Hold on just a little longer and Brutus will take ver
y good care of your pussy.’

  When Leo returned, he took up her leash. But instead of leading her into the courtyard, where the other pets were, he led her back toward the private entrance. Before they exited, he turned to Fila. ‘If Brutus cannot wait to come, then put him with Mimi. But encourage him that it will be better if he can wait.’

  He led her swiftly back into the house, through a maze of hallways and corridors offering none of the running commentary she had grown used to. At last he led her into a small secluded garden and tugged her leash to pull her close to him. ‘This will be our little secret,’ he whispered. He led her along a path behind a gurgling fountain full of frolicking marble nymphs to where the foliage opened up to reveal a secluded stone bench. On the bench sat Edward resplendent in his golden mask.

  ‘Rita!’ He gasped coming up from the bench, but stifling his urge to run to her. ‘Leo told me what happened. Darling, I’m so sorry.’

  A startled cry escaped before she could stop it. She nearly called his name, but quickly slapped her hand over her mouth as her pulse went into overdrive.

  He took a step forward, as though he didn’t trust his own legs. ‘Are you all right?’

  She stood next to Leo, frozen like the nymphs in the fountain.

  ‘She is fine, Edward. I promise you. I have taken good care of her.’ Leo stroked her hair. ‘Go to Edward, darling Ritichka. Greet him like a proper pet. Go on. It’s OK.’ His gaze held Edward’s. ‘No one need know.’

  He turned his attention back to Rita. ‘Go on, darling, greet the nice man.’

  She recalled what Blossom had done with the groomer, and bounded toward Edward, dropping to her knees in front of him and burying her face against his crotch. He let out a surprised gasped and tumbled backward onto the bench.