My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  Lillian didn’t know if that was the case with Brock, but she did know he was a great guy, no matter how their relationship ended. She told Sue about Brock helping others and emphasized that he had always looked out for her, even though it wouldn’t seem like it to an outsider.

  “Mmm, so he’s a prince and a pig!”

  They were both laughing when they were interrupted by a man Lillian hadn’t seen in a few years. “Lillian, I thought that was you.”

  “Matt!” Lillian rose and kissed her former boyfriend on the cheek. She and Matt had dated for over a year before they had parted amicably. Like the few other men she had dated seriously, something was always lacking in the relationship, something that she wanted, needed, and they couldn’t give. “It’s good to see you. You remember Sue, my assistant?”

  “Hello, Sue. Mind if I join you for a minute?”

  “Sit down, but I better warn you, we’re well into our third Marguerita.”

  “And, if I remember correctly, you can’t hold your liquor. I think I’ve just appointed myself as your designated driver.”

  “Aren’t you here with someone?” Lillian asked. She’d be surprised if he hadn’t taken up with someone else by now. His sun bleached hair and green eyes drew women’s attention and to top off the good looks, he was a really nice guy.

  “No, not presently. I met a client here, but he got called away unexpectedly. I was going to leave also until I spotted you. It’s really good to see you, Lil.”

  At the mention of her shortened name, Lillian was reminded once again of Brock, and how she had loved hearing him call her Lil or pet. Suddenly, sitting here with another man felt like a betrayal and she had the sudden urge to rush back to her little house and bury herself under her covers again.

  “You, too, Matt, but I’m afraid I need to get going. I’ve over indulged already.”

  Sue, sensing Lillian’s retreat, butted in. “Matt, would you excuse us while we use the ladies room? Promise you won’t run off?”

  “No problem,” he agreed.

  “Sue, I am not going home with him,” Lillian said as soon as they entered the restroom.

  “Yes, you are for two very good reasons. One, neither of us can drive, so he can drop me off first. I’ll have my roommate pick you up tomorrow and bring us both back here for our cars.”

  “And the second?” Lillian asked, dreading the answer.

  “Now’s a good time and he’s a good candidate to help you forget Brock. Relax, fuck his brains out.”

  The thought of having sex with another man without Brock with her was abhorrent to her, but Sue was right. She needed to move on and work on getting over Brock. “I’ll invite him in, but I make no promises about sleeping with him.”

  “Fine. Send him to my place if you decide you don’t want him.”

  An hour later Lillian lay naked under Matt’s hard body, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her arms clasped tightly around him. Matt’s sweat slicked body was muscled, his cock big and hard, his mouth on hers soft and wet. And Lillian felt nothing. Not a spark of excitement or a kernel of pleasure. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard, but she had no desire to climax, no aching need to see to his pleasure. So, she did what she had done countless times in the past when she couldn’t find fulfillment. She faked it.

  Gasping as if she was coming, she let out a small moan and wrapped her legs around his waist. When she felt his cock quicken and his body shudder with his release, she could only be thankful that he had found his pleasure and that it was over.

  “Wow, babe. I hope it was that good for you,” Matt said as he looked down at her with a satisfied grin.

  “Wonderful,” she replied, feeling guilty for the lie but not wanting to hurt his feelings. “But I’m afraid I can’t ask you to stay, Matt. I have an early meeting in the morning with a new client.”

  “No problem.” Slipping out of bed, he donned his clothes before turning back to her and kissing her softly. “I’ll call you.”

  “Good-by Matt,” she said knowing she wouldn’t be seeing him again. Slipping on her robe, she followed him to the door, locked it behind him and then returned to her lonely bed, wondering why Brock had called her and what she would do if he called again.

  He did call again, several times over the following few days, and when Lillian refused to talk to him, he threatened to show up at her office or home and park himself until she showed up.

  “What do you want me to tell him?” Sue asked after putting a very angry Brock on hold again.

  Lillian swiped her sweaty palms down her slacks before facing the inevitable. She was going to have to talk to him, at least long enough to tell him to leave her alone, because she sure as hell knew she didn’t have the countenance to face him in person again.

  “I’ll take it, Sue. Close my door please.” Lillian waited until she had closed the door then picked up the receiver, bracing herself to hear his voice again. “Hello?”

  “It’s about fucking time, Lil.”

  Lillian closed her eyes against the pain just hearing his slow, deep voice caused. “Please…” she almost said master, but stopped herself just in time. “What is it you want?”

  Brock winced as he heard the catch in her voice, and the need that mirrored his own. “I want to see you. I’ve missed you, pet.”

  “Don’t call me that.” Lillian had never spoken so sharply to him before, but hearing his nickname for her was too much to bear. “We don’t have anything to discuss. You made your feelings perfectly clear.”

  “I just want you to know, need you to know, that I wouldn’t have done it, wouldn’t have left you with them, without me.” He prayed she would believe him. He couldn’t bear for her to think he would betray her that way.

  “Then the only other reason you could have had for that charade was to get rid of me sooner. Well, it worked.” His confession did little to alleviate her pain at his betrayal.

  “Will you give me the chance to make it up to you? Let me see you, pet.” Brock wasn’t used to begging, but he would. Just the sound of her voice intensified the ache of missing her and all that they had had. He was slowly realizing more and more what a fool he had been.

  Lillian had to literally force herself not to say yes. She knew if she saw him face to face, she would give in to the need, the consuming desire to please him would overwhelm her and over ride her common sense.

  “No, I’m sorry. I think it’s best if we just let it go. Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy. It was everything I had hoped it would be, everything I had ever wanted.” Lillian hung up quickly before he could convince her to change her mind.

  Brock pressed the end button on his phone and then dialed Greg’s number. He knew now, after hearing her voice that he wouldn’t let it end here. He had to at least try to convince her to give him a second chance. “Hey, Greg,” he said when his friend picked up. “Remember when you offered to assist me in getting Lil back?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Sue, I’m going to meet that new client at his condo. Why don’t you go ahead and close up?” It was late the following Friday afternoon and Lillian was ready for a quiet weekend at home. She now regretted agreeing to meet Mr. Waterman today instead of postponing him until Monday, but the condo he wanted to put up for sale and list with her was a high priced, luxury piece of property that would bring in a good commission. She couldn’t afford to risk losing a listing such as his and catering to customers was part of the job. When he had insisted on getting it listed by the weekend and then had been unable to meet with her until after five o’clock, she had reluctantly agreed. She could only hope he didn’t keep her too long. It had been a long, stressful week, especially after hearing Brock’s voice the other day.

  “I am so out of here,” Sue exclaimed, quickly shutting down her computer and grabbing her purse. “What are your plans for the weekend?”

  Glancing outside, Lillian noted that it was still raining as it had been doing for two days now. “I guess catching up on my gar
dening or any other outdoor activity is out so I plan on curling up with a good book all weekend. I don’t need to ask what you’re doing. Going out with Scott again?”

  “Yes, but I doubt if we go out. I think it’ll be a good weekend to curl up with a great guy, something you ought to try. Talked to Matt lately?”

  “You know I haven’t,” Lillian answered as they both left the office and stood under the overhang.

  Sue rolled her eyes. “You’re hopeless. Have a good weekend with your book.”

  “You too.” Lillian quickly got into her car managing not to get too wet. She wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Waterman and showing up looking like a drowned rat probably wouldn’t do it.

  Mr. Waterman’s condo was on the eighth floor of an exclusive beach front high rise that, thankfully, had an attached, covered parking garage. Lillian had no trouble finding a parking place and the elevator that took her straight to the eighth floor after she had coded in Mr. Waterman’s pass code. Her heels sunk into plush blue carpeting as she strode to number 825 and knocked. When the door opened and she saw Greg, Brock’s friend and the man who had taken her ass at Brock’s party and who had witnessed her humiliation at his hands, she prayed for a hole to open up and swallow her.

  “Hello, Lillian.” Greg stepped back, opening the door wider. “Please, come in.”

  “I didn’t know it was you.” Lillian stood still, not entering the apartment. She knew, without a doubt, she wouldn’t be able to work with him.

  “I know, and I’m sorry for deceiving you, but I didn’t think you’d come if you knew who I was and I really wanted you to represent me. You come highly recommended. Please.”

  Lillian reluctantly entered his home and instantly fell in love with the place. High, vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows made it highly sellable as well as the open floor plan which showed a large, up to date kitchen. If she didn’t like her yard so much, she’d be tempted to make an offer on it herself.

  “This is awkward,” she admitted finally. “But if you don’t have a problem working with me then I think we can work something out. You have a beautiful place.”

  “Thank you.” Greg smiled warmly at her before taking her elbow. “Let me show you around.”

  His grip on her elbow was firm and Lillian’s embarrassment switched to unease, especially after he steered her down the hallway. “Uh, Greg, why don’t we start in the main room?”

  “Relax, Lillian. I’m not going to harm you. Brock would have my head if I so much as tried to kiss you without his permission.”

  “I no longer belong to him.” Lillian stopped abruptly in the doorway to the master bedroom. Large windows revealed the storm laden skies and darkened the room. Both bedside lamps were lit, highlighting the large four poster bed. Lillian’s unease escalated into fear as Greg simply pulled her to one of the end posts and quickly raised her hands and secured her wrists to the attached cuffs.

  “I’m hoping I can change your mind.”

  Lillian gasped and struggled against her bonds, her face paling at the sight of Brock entering the room. “Let me go,” she pleaded with Greg.

  “I will, sweetheart, if you still want me to after you listen to him.” Greg turned and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

  “This isn’t the way to get me to listen.” Lillian couldn’t help but drink in the sight of Brock again after nearly a month without him. His dark eyes caressed her face as he moved toward her, lit with both pleasure and remorse, a hard combination for her to resist. Or maybe it was simply the man it was difficult for her to resist.

  And then she noticed his belt, her belt. The sight of him wearing that belt, what it had always meant in the past threw her into a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, the foremost being need. The need to feel that soft, supple leather hitting her bare flesh, the need for the pain induced pleasure it wrought and the overwhelming need to see the pleasure applying it to her brought her master. Her mouth watered at the thought of sucking his cock again, her pussy and ass clenched in emptiness, her body craved him and his seed with an intensity that bordered on pain.

  “It’s all I could come up with since you wouldn’t agree to see me. I’ve missed you, pet, and I want you back.”

  Before Lillian could respond, Brock did something he had never done with her before. He kissed her. His mouth covered hers quickly, his lips soft but demanding as he coaxed her to open for his tongue. She needed very little persuasion as she accepted his invasion of her mouth with a longing that couldn’t be denied. When his hands grabbed her buttocks and pulled her to him, she couldn’t suppress her moan of instant desire as her lips clung to his in damp abandonment. Their tongues dueled, their lips melded and their breath mingled as Brock gave her the one intimacy he had held back from her before.

  When he finally released her mouth, Lillian had to physically stifle the urge to cling to him, beg him to come back, keep kissing her so she wouldn’t have to face him. “Please, let me go. I don’t know what else you want from me.”

  Brock looked down into her tear filled blue eyes, eyes he had missed seeing looking at him with such devotion and pleasure. He’d never forgive himself for the pain he had caused both of them. Whether this worked out or not, whether she came back to him for a month, a year or forever, he wouldn’t regret having tried everything to make this work.

  “I want it all, pet. Everything you gave me before only this time without a damn contract binding us and without an end in sight.”

  “You didn’t want that before, didn’t want me even long enough to fulfill the contract,” she answered while trying to keep her mind off the significance of that belt and the words she had wanted to hear for so long. Trying to keep from giving in to him too easily even though it’s what she wanted to do.

  “A chance, Lil, give me a chance to show you that I love you and that I want you back. I made a mistake not trusting you or my growing feelings for you. I want a chance to make it up to you, that’s all. If you still want to leave afterward, then I won’t try to stop you, even though it’ll kill me to let you go again.”

  Lillian didn’t tell him she was ready to forgive him, ready to return to him and submit completely to him. It had always been him, since the first moment she saw him and there could be no other. She had no willpower when it came to him, but she also knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t accept him back if there was a chance he would betray her love and her trust again. “How?”

  Brock kissed her again, his relief that she was listening palpable. Now that he had quit holding back that last part of himself, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her lips. They were soft and wet, their texture reminding him what it felt like to have them wrapped around his cock, something he had every intention of feeling again very soon. Pulling back, he kept his eyes on hers as he moved his hands from her buttocks to the snap on her slacks.

  “By trusting me one more time. Trust me to take care of you, see to your needs, as well as my own. Will you do that?” His hands pushed her loosened slacks down to her thighs before he filled them with her bare ass.

  Lillian closed her eyes as the pleasure of having his hands on her again was more than she could deny. When he kneaded her cheeks then ran his finger down her crack, barely grazing her anus, she whimpered in suppressed need. “Please,” she begged softly.

  “Please, what pet?” Brock kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck, waiting breathlessly to hear the one word that would mean she was his.

  When one hand moved to her pussy and lightly caressed her bare folds eliciting a gush of cream, she could no longer deny him. “Please, Master.”

  Brock quickly pulled away from her and turned her around. His hand came down hard on first her right cheek, then her left, leaving bright red prints against her white skin. “This is for not talking to me all those times I called.” He smacked her again, reveling in her soft cries, gyrating hips and clenching buttocks. He didn’t let up until his hand stung and her buttocks were a vivid red. Releasi
ng his belt, he slowly removed it from his waist, watching as she turned, her eyes widening with lust and need. That look hardened his cock further but he shoved aside his own aching need to see to her first.

  “And this,” he said as he ran the folded leather across her quivering buttocks, “is simply for our pleasure.” Raising his arm, he brought the belt down across her ass sharply.

  Lillian cried out, relishing the pain, weeping at the instant pleasure it wrought. It had been so long since she had felt the pleasure of it kissing her buttocks, so long since she had experienced that heated rush the quick pain gave her, so long since she had seen her master’s face lit up with the pleasure she gave him.

  Brock whipped her repeatedly, hard enough and long enough to cause her ass to redden and swell with the pain and her pussy to seep her precious juices. He knew both Greg and Nathan were just in the other room and could hear the belt slapping her bare flesh, hear her cries of torment and lust and knew their cocks were as hard as his, eager to fill her every orifice, a pleasure he had never given her.

  By the time he set the belt aside, her lovely face was streaked with tears, her buttocks were red and puffy and she was gasping with unfulfilled need. Brock wiped her face and kissed her softly. “Feel better pet?”

  “Yes, master. Thank you.” Lillian shuddered as she leaned back against him. She started when he reached in front of her and covered her eyes with a blindfold he must have had in his pocket. “Master?”

  “I asked you to trust me, Lil, and now I’m going to prove to you that you can. You know what to say if you want us to stop at any time. I’m hoping you don’t though.”

  “Us?” Lillian’s heart sped up with trepidation wondering what he had in mind. The last time he had said ‘we’ had been when Greg and Nathan had walked in and then witnessed her humiliation.

  Brock released the cuffs from the bedpost but kept them on her wrists before proceeding to remove her clothing. “Trust me, pet. Okay?”