My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  Brock gave her no time to savor the effects of her first ass fucking as he withdrew and flipped her over. Grasping her legs, he placed her feet by her hips on the table and spread her knees wide. She looked at him with wonder, her eyes tear drenched, her lip swollen from where she bit it, her nipples hard and pointed, her pussy spread wide, weeping with unfulfilled need. She had never looked more beautiful.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.

  Lillian nodded vigorously. “Yes, please master,” she breathed with unabashed longing.

  “Arms above you. Hold the table tight and don’t let go.”

  Lillian complied, the action thrusting her breasts up in invitation to Mike and Kent who had moved to stand on either side of her. As Brock’s hands went to her aching cunt theirs went to her breasts, their fingers pulling at her nipples and twisting them into even tighter, harder buds. Brock thrust three fingers into her sopping cunt while his thumb found her exposed clit and rubbed against that red, swollen bud. Lillian closed her eyes against their onslaught and gave herself up to the pleasure. Her hips thrust wildly against Brocks hands, her sore buttocks and throbbing anus only adding to her pleasure as well as the sharp needles stinging her nipples from the men’s pinching fingers. Within moments she was screaming her pleasure, her body bowed and bucking, her hands clenching tightly as her body shook uncontrollably.

  She was still shuddering with aftershocks, consumed with the powerful release, when she felt the first splash of semen hit her chest. Mike and Kent both ejaculated on her breasts, neck and face, covering her with their warm seed as Brock watched on with approval.

  Brock was enjoying her pleasure until he saw her lick some come off her lips and take it into her mouth. Uncharacteristic jealousy ate at him and threatened his composure, especially when Mike scooped a glob of come from her breast and fed it to her. Lillian’s lips sucking Mike’s semen from his fingers filled him with pride, lust and unreasonable envy. He had always planned on sharing her and insisting other men wear condoms while fucking her pussy or ass was only common sense. She was his to care for however long, and making sure she was protected from disease was only one of his duties as her master. He had never considered that it would bother him one way or another if she swallowed another man’s come. This was something he was going to have to give consideration to.

  Brock helped Lillian off the table as Kent and Mike pulled up their pants and left quietly. He looked her up and down, the men’s now dried semen covering her chest, neck and face completely discernable. “I want you to wear their come tonight. I want others to know you accepted their pleasure because I wished it.”

  He wanted to humiliate her, she finished silently for him. Why, she didn’t know, but it didn’t matter anyway. She wasn’t ashamed in the least. She would proudly show whomever he asked the proof of her complete devotion to him.

  “As you wish, Master.”

  Brock regarded her broodingly for a moment, surprised and yet not surprised at her easy compliance. Was there anything he could demand of her that she would deny him? Or was she really that happy with her circumstances, her unfolding fantasy?

  “Slip this on for now. I have things to see to in the club.” He settled another new shift over her head, this one in ivory. Taking her hand, he ignored how lovely she looked with her red hair in wild disarray, her blue eyes shining brightly and her body revealed plainly through the light satin.

  Lillian sat contentedly at Brock’s table, watching him as he made the rounds. He had stopped by for a few minutes to feed her a few bites of the best pizza she had ever had, but she wasn’t very hungry. Her only appetite tonight seemed to be for her master. The evening grew late by the time he finally returned to her and lifted her from her mat. When he took her to the elevators instead of the back exit, she stifled her disappointment that they weren’t leaving. It had been a busy day and she was getting tired.

  Her tiredness vanished when he took her to a viewing area where several people were already congregated to watch a man being pleasured by two women. The scene was erotic and Lillian relaxed easily against Brock as he leaned against the back wall where several others were stationed. When his hands lifted to the thin straps and lowered her shift to her waist, her nipples puckered instantly, drawing the attention of the mostly male audience.

  Brock casually caressed her breasts, flicking her nipples and kneading the soft, pliant flesh. The white semen stains were clearly visible and several onlookers smiled knowingly while dividing their attention between Lillian’s nudity and the scene taking place behind the glass.

  His cock swelled again, as if he hadn’t come twice tonight already. He hadn’t been this easily aroused since he had first started dabbling in dominant and submissive relationships in his twenties. The thought that she had such a hold on him in such a short time didn’t sit well with him and he suddenly felt the need to put her in her place. Replacing her shift, he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room just as the threesome was getting ready to climax. That he normally enjoyed those scenes and didn’t stay until it was over only pissed him off more.

  Lillian didn’t say anything as he silently dragged her out of the club and just as silently drove them home. She didn’t know what she did to put him in a foul mood, but it wasn’t her place to question him. When he ushered her upstairs, gave her five minutes in the bathroom, then instructed her to go to bed, she was grateful. But when he once again cuffed her wrists to the headboard and then simply walked out, she felt totally alone and dejected. Somehow, someway, she had displeased him, and that upset her more than anything else ever could.

  Two hours and three drinks hadn’t improved Brock’s mood, his hard on or his need to bury himself inside Lillian again. Giving in, he returned to his bedroom, stripped in the dark and climbed into bed with his possession. Without preamble or consideration, he slid between her legs, ignoring her startled gasp as he rudely woke her with his heavy weight and hard thrusts. It wasn’t until she whispered brokenly in his ear that he realized he was using her so ruthlessly.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  The little catch in her voice drew his head up from her shoulder and had him stopping his movements as he looked down into her tear drenched face. “What for?” he asked gruffly, more moved by her tears and apology than he would ever admit.

  “For disappointing you.”

  “Christ, Lil,” he cursed as he reached up to release her arms. “Trust me, pet, you haven’t disappointed me.” Laying a finger across her lips before she could question him further, he simply said, “Come with me, pet.”

  Lillian wrapped her arms and legs around him, embracing him completely as he fucked her into a quick release. The feel of her limbs enveloping him and her tight pussy clamping around his cock was more than he could resist and he simply let himself fall as his mouth worshipped her neck, breasts and everywhere he could reach. Except her lips, a slight that was not lost on either one of them.

  Chapter Eight

  Brock allowed Lil to stay at home Saturday while he ran to the club to verify that nights reservations before they opened. Lil had the house to herself but she never considered putting clothes on. Brock’s instructions were to remain naked at all times in his home, and anywhere he dictated. Instead of finding it awkward to move around nude when he wasn’t around, she soon found she enjoyed the sensual pleasure of obeying her master’s every wish. That pleasure was enhanced when she stepped outside and allowed herself fifteen minutes of sunbathing.

  The patio was covered, but the deck area around the pool was filled with sunshine. Drawing one of the padded chaise loungers out of the shade, she reclined lazily, trying to remember the last time she had been so content. She honestly couldn’t recall a time in her life when she had been so physically sated and she contributed that feeling of contentment to her growing feelings and dependence for Brock. If only she didn’t have the mental uncertainty of how he felt, what he wanted and how this was going to play out
. She was trying not to let that keep her from enjoying every moment of her fantasy, but there were times it was difficult, such as last night when he had again attempted to keep her at arms length, fucking her with cold, silent intensity before relenting and allowing her the pleasure of pleasing him.

  The sound of the front door opening and a woman’s voice calling for Brock, jolted her out of her thoughts. Before she could react with anything but surprise and embarrassment, a strikingly beautiful woman in her fifties came out onto the patio.

  “Hello, my dear. You must be Lillian.” Walking towards her, the woman smiled warmly, seemingly unfazed by her naked state, and held out her hand. “I’m Allison, or Ali if you prefer, Brock’s mother.”

  Lillian’s jaw literally dropped as she sat up and slowly accepted her handshake. “Hello. Yes, I’m Lillian, but I’m afraid I don’t…”

  Allison rolled her dark eyes, eyes identical to her son’s before taking a seat across from her. “Don’t tell me. My darling son neglected to tell you I was stopping by this afternoon.”

  “I’m afraid so and he had to run to the club for awhile.” Uncomfortable with her nudity for the first time in days, Lillian looked desperately around for a towel to drape across herself. Not seeing one, she rose, her face blushing crimson as Brock’s mother simply took her unclothed state in stride. “If you’ll excuse me a moment, I’ll just run in and put something on.”

  “Nonsense, dear. I’m well aware of my son’s preferences when it comes to women and I won’t be responsible for you displeasing him by breaking one of his rules. I came by to take a dip in his pool. Though he’s offered to have one put in for me, I don’t want my lovely yard torn up, plus using his gives me a good excuse to stop in for a visit. I’ll just run in and change.”

  Lillian sat back down, relieved that she didn’t have to displease Brock and wondering why his mother was so comfortable with his lifestyle. Most mothers would be mortified knowing their child was into such controversial sexual habits. Alison returned wearing a skimpy one piece suit that showcased firm breasts, long legs and a truly remarkable figure.

  “Come on, dear. Let’s swim while we talk. I assume Brock hasn’t said much about his family?”

  Lillian followed her into the pool, enjoying the cool water against her warm skin. “No, I’m sorry. Frankly, I know very little about him. I met him at his club and I’m only here because….” She stopped, wondering just how much his mother did know.

  Allison’s eyes widened as they swam leisurely side by side. “Do you mean he’s actually the one seeing that your fantasy is met?”

  Lillian nodded, wondering why that surprised her so if she was aware that was a big part of what Brock offered at his club. “You didn’t know he helped people experience their fantasies?”

  “My dear, Brock hasn’t personally been involved with attending to the specifics of any woman’s fantasies for almost four years.” Allison was so pleased by this turn of events she had to force herself to keep from crowing with delight. This young woman had to be someone special to get him to come out of his self imposed exile from the lifestyle he had always craved and needed. She could only hope he wouldn’t allow his bitterness over the past keep him from having an open mind now and prevent him from having a chance at what he always wanted. From what little Jean-Luc had let slip, Lillian could very well have what it takes to complete her son and make him happy.

  “I didn’t know that, but the truth is I didn’t give him much choice. You see,” Lillian paused a moment, too a deep breath and plunged ahead, “my fantasy was to be owned by him specifically.”

  Better and better, Allison thought. “Lillian dear, there is always a choice. I had Brock when I was barely eighteen. His father was thirty-one and I divorced him a year later when I refused to be his punching bag. I had always craved a dominant man, and thought I found one in that rat bastard, instead I found nothing but abuse. For the next eighteen years, I devoted myself to raising my son, suppressing my own needs and desires until he went off to college.”

  “You mean you didn’t have sex in all that time?” Lillian asked incredulously. Allison was a very attractive woman and she couldn’t imagine she was lacking for admirers.

  Allison gave her a sad smile. “Of course I dated, and had a few affairs. But those had nothing to do with what I really wanted and what I suspect drove you to my son’s club.” Allison laughed as comprehension dawned on Lillian’s face.

  “Oh.”

  “Yes, oh. It took me two years to find a man I could submit to, a man I loved with all my heart. David was fifteen years older than I, but we still had twenty years together, years I’ll never regret even though most of society wouldn’t approve or understand our lifestyle.”

  “And that didn’t bother you?” she asked, wondering how much it would bother her if what she was doing got back to any of her friends or family. Granted, she rarely saw or had much to do with her aunt or cousins. Even though she had grown up with them, she had never truly been a part of their family, never truly belonged to anyone.

  “Brock’s father is a wealthy, overbearing, controlling son of a bitch that gave me the best thing in my life and made me, and Brock, miserable for years. Though he tried to use his money and influence to gain custody of his son, I was lucky that my parents had plenty of both to block him, but he still had visitation rights. Brock took him to court when he was sixteen and severed all ties to his father, using a good portion of the trust fund my parents left him, and, as far as I know, hasn’t seen him since. No, it doesn’t bother me what others might think of mine and David’s relationship anymore than it does what my son does for a living. Life is too short and filled with too many bigoted, unhappy people, such as my ex, to deny what pleasure we can find with others of similar desires.”

  Lillian wondered how much of Brock’s unhappy relationship with his controlling father had to do with his need to control her so completely. Whatever the reason, she was grateful for it because it fell in line with what she had always dreamed about when she fantasized about submitting to a man.

  “I too have waited a long time to explore my needs, but I don’t have an excuse other than fear of ridicule or rejection.”

  “We all fear those things, Lillian, even people with so called normal desires. Now,” Allison added with regret, “I have to get going. Jean-Luc will be at my house shortly and if I’m not naked and kneeling when he walks in, he’ll be very displeased.”

  “Jean-Luc?” Lillian asked, surprised, as they glided up to the steps of the pool.

  “Yes, and I can tell by your expression that neither of them mentioned that little fact to you either.”

  Lillian just shook her head remembering the look that had passed between Brock and Jean-Luc the other morning.

  “The four of us, David and I and Jean-Luc and Marie, were good friends for years and Jean-Luc and I were both widowed within a few short months of each other. Six months ago, we turned to each other to ease our loneliness and have found much comfort and pleasure together even if we both know that neither of us can replace our lost loved one.”

  “I’m happy for you. Jean-Luc is a nice man.”

  “Yes he is and one I enjoy pleasing, which is why I must run. Stay there, dear, and enjoy your swim, I know my way out.”

  Brock stepped out onto the patio dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and wearing a pleased and warm smile for his mother. “Not until you’ve at least said hello. I’m sorry I didn’t get back here sooner.” Brock hugged her, unmindful of her wetness. “You can’t stay a little longer?”

  “No, sorry, hon. I have a hot date with your chef.”

  “Ah,” was all he said, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

  “We’ll get together soon.” Raising on her toes, she whispered for his ears alone, “Your girl is charming.”

  “Mother, I’m just fulfilling her fantasy. Don’t read any more into it.” Brock said, wondering if the warning was for her or himself.

  “Of course, dear.
Later. Good-bye Lillian.”

  “It was nice to meet you, Allison.” Lillian started to get out but stopped when Brock waved her back in.

  “Stay in, pet. I’ll be right back.”

  Lillian sank back into the water and swam leisurely, going under for long minutes before returning to the surface for air. The sun and water felt decadent on her skin, tantalizing her breasts, pussy and buttocks, making her wonder why she had waited until she was thirty-three years old before she went skinny dipping. When she came up for the third time it was to see Brock sitting naked on the pool steps, his hand casually stroking his hard cock, his eyes filled with unguarded need.

  Lillian couldn’t resist his pull or her instant need to feel his cock in her mouth again. Never taking her eyes off that treasure, she swam towards him slowly, moving right between his spread knees before looking up at him longingly.

  Brock didn’t say anything, simply grasping her wet hair and feeding his erection into her greedy mouth. “Have you always been such a cock lover, pet?” he asked huskily.

  Lillian shook her head and then replied when he released her. “No, Master. Only since you.” Looking up at him, she waited for his permission to take him in her mouth again.

  “I’m glad.” Leaning back on his elbow, he ordered. “Suck me, pet.”

  Lillian was thrilled to have the freedom to suck him at her will, even though she loved the way he usually controlled the act. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she took him in her mouth and feasted. Taking her time, she took him deep before pulling back slowly, hallowing her cheeks, her tongue slowly circling, caressing his width. She was either very good or he was very horny, she thought only moments later as he jerked in her mouth and, with a low moan and a return of his tight grip on her hair, erupted down her throat. She savored his come as well as his loss of control as he thrust hard, his other hand caressing her lips as she held them clamped tightly around him so as not to lose a single precious drop.