My Pet, Spanking Erotica

by Wane, BJ

  “I’ll try.” Lillian stood stoically while he removed her blouse and bra before sliding her slacks and panties down the rest of the way and instructing her to step out of them and her heels. All the while she tried not to fear the unknown, and found herself grateful for the blindfold. Maybe it would be better if she couldn’t see who we were, although she suspected it was Greg since this was supposedly his place.

  “You’ve lost weight,” Brock said as he took her hand and settled her on the bed. Kissing her again, he murmured against her lips contritely, “I’m sorry, pet. That’s my fault for not taking care of you. When Jean-Luc finds out it’ll be my ass in trouble.”

  Lillian giggled at the image that thought provoked and then quieted when he raised her hands and secured them to the bedposts again as she heard the door open. Brock kissed her again, hard and demanding, not letting up from her mouth until she felt the bed dip with the weight of not one, but two more bodies.

  Brock released her lips then quickly put his finger over them, stopping any inquiries. “Don’t talk. Just trust me, and feel.”

  Lillian nodded, hearing the need in his voice for her to do just that. Brock moved away only to return moments later, naked. His lips took hers again as two sets of lips latched on to her nipples, the dual stimulation sending her into immediate overdrive. Moaning against Brocks mouth, she clung to him as her nipples were sucked, nipped and laved into hardened peaks. The pleasure was awesome and just when she thought she was going to come from that alone, their lips were replaced by the cold, hard feel of nipple clamps and the pleasure turned to pain as they were snapped on tightly.

  “Shh, pet, breathe through it like I taught you. Remember how good it’ll feel when we release them,” Brock crooned as his lips roved over her face and neck.

  Lillian nodded, the pain receding quickly and blessed numbness taking its place. She had no time to acclimate herself to the new sensations as her thighs were spread and large fingers probed between them, sliding in between her bare folds with ease and spreading her juices over her mound and down to her anus.

  Lillian didn’t know whose hands touched her, and didn’t care. Brock kept talking to her, whispering words of praise and desire, letting her know he was there with her and how pleased he was with her submission. The other two men didn’t say anything, but their heavy breathing told her they were as affected by her as her master was. She quickly gave in to the inevitable as her spread thighs were elevated and the fingers in her pussy and ass brought her to an earth shattering climax, causing her body to jerk and strain against her bonds and their hands as they relentlessly finger fucked her.

  She was still shaking with the aftershocks, her pussy and ass still clenching around their fingers when they were abruptly removed and she was startled by a resounding slap to the bare, soft folds of her cunt. Over and over that hand slapped her, brining her to another peak. Before she could topple over, her lips were spread and her exposed, swollen and needy clit was tapped with what she instantly recognized as her pussy whip. If she hadn’t been held so tightly she would have flown off the bed in painful surprise and instant catapulting into another climax. When her nipples were released from the clamps, she shrieked as the blood rushing to her swollen buds filled them, heightening her arousal.

  Lillian didn’t know how long it took her to come down. Brock’s lips and voice, his hand brushing her damp hair back, was the only thing she was aware of. The pride and pleasure in his tone shook her, made her complete. She groaned with regret when her hands were released, but his deep voice calmed her.

  “Shh, let us take care of you.”

  Lillian was turned over and positioned on top of a hard body, her legs spread, her hips lifted and lowered over a condom covered cock. Her cunt was filled completely and she shuddered with both the pleasure of being filled again and the disappointment that it wasn’t Brock’s cock taking her. Then she was pushed down and she recognized Greg’s voice as he whispered, “Kiss me, Lillian,” right before taking her lips in a deep kiss.

  As Greg kissed her, her buttocks were spread and her anus lubed with two fingers before they were replaced by another condom covered cock. Lillian moaned into Greg’s mouth as this other stranger penetrated her ass. Having both her orifices filled simultaneously was heaven and when they started moving in tandem, one in, one out, back and forth, she thought this had to be the ultimate in pleasure for a woman except for one thing. They weren’t her master and she needed him, his cock, his pleasure, his seed, to find true fulfillment.

  Pulling her mouth away from Greg, she turned her head in search of Brock, but she needn’t have worried. He was right there, his hand in her hair holding her tightly as he fed her his bare cock, filling her mouth in one stroke. Lillian felt tears leak out and slip down her cheeks at the pure bliss of having him in her mouth again, feeling his hard width filling her, his length touching her throat. She sucked hard, laved him with her tongue over and over as the other two kept fucking her pussy and ass. But it wasn’t their cocks that brought her such pleasure, not their thrusts or their orgasms that stimulated her senses into another arousal. It was the feel of her master’s cock and the taste of his seed filling her mouth and throat that set off her own climax, that had her basking in his pleasure and her own.

  Brock looked down at Lillian, and his need to see those eyes looking at him with such desire and pleasure was overwhelming. Stripping the blindfold off, he almost came again at seeing the adoring look he had missed so much these past weeks. He came so hard he thought he’d never stop, his come filling her mouth and jetting down her throat with a voraciousness that left him shaken. When he loosened his hold on her head and reluctantly pulled out of her damp mouth, his cock was still hard, still in need of her.

  With a nod to his friends, they quickly rose from the bed, but didn’t leave the room, content to watch now that they’d had their pleasure. Brock ignored their knowing smirks as he rolled on top of Lillian, grabbed her knees over his arms, spread, lifted and entered her all in one smooth motion. With a groan, he kissed her again, unable to get enough of her mouth, or her.

  Lillian’s arms came around him, and she simply murmured, “Yes,” as she took him inside her and savored his hard thrusts, the way he filled her completely, the way he had earned back her trust tenfold. She smiled at Greg and Nathan, whom she recognized from that awful evening and who were significant in replacing a bad memory with a wonderful one. Clinging to Brock’s hard body, she clung to his mouth as he shuddered above her, filling her again with his precious seed.

  Eighteen months later

  Brock eyed his wife across the room smiling at the pleasure she gave him simply by being with him. They were throwing a one year anniversary party for themselves with a select few friends and celebrating their life together. Seeing her curled up naked on one of the large floor pillows he had replaced her mats with, wearing the gold collar and matching leash he had given her as a wedding gift, he felt his heart swell with pride and that ever constant need. He had been such a fool in not giving her a chance to prove she had what it takes to make their unorthodox lifestyle work. As she often enjoyed reminding him, all it really took was love, something they both had felt so unexpectedly and instantaneously when their eyes had met across his club that night so long ago. Unable to resist her a moment longer, he excused himself and walked over to her.

  Lillian watched him approach, her eyes caressing his beloved face and then dropping to the belt he wore, her heart speeding up with anticipation. He hadn’t whipped her today and she was sorely in need of that attention. Their life together was everything she had ever wanted in a relationship. Brock had made several adjustments in his work habits, namely he now went into the club during the day, got his work done and left the managing during the weekdays to Kent so he could spend the evenings alone with her. Friday and Saturday nights she accompanied him like before and they both enjoyed socializing with the many friends they had made. He had confided in her about his fear of her tiring of living
as his pampered pet, admitted he didn’t want it any other way, had never desired any other type of relationship. She could have told him it was the same for her, but found it easier to convince him of it by simply staying and proving it to him.

  After six months of her showing no signs of getting tired of living to please him, he surprised her with a marriage proposal which she had promptly accepted along with the gold collar that she wore always. It was light, comfortable and attractive and she enjoyed the feel of it, the constant reminder that she belonged to him.

  “Come with me pet,” Brock said when he reached her and grabbed her leash.

  Lillian just smiled at him and crawled behind him as he led her to the middle of the room and tethered the leash to a ring on the wall. Running his hand over her head, she basked in his attention and then quivered in excitement and need and he removed that beloved black belt slowly and folded it over. Bending down, he kissed her softly before moving behind her.

  Lillian jerked and cried out at the first stroke, oblivious to their guests as he applied the belt repeatedly to her vulnerable buttocks. Within moments her ass was aching, swelling with pain and leaving her aching for more. Never stingy, her husband continued whipping her until he had raised a bright red hue and the sight of it was too much to bear. Dropping his belt, he quickly removed the lube from his pocket, knelt behind her and spread her reddened buttocks.

  Lillian whimpered in arousal as his fingers liberally coated her anus before he released his cock and filled her ass with one smooth thrust. As he fucked her ruthlessly, taking her with wild abandon and filling her rectum with his seed, she gloried in his possession and in her need for it. A need that would be with her always.

  Other Titles by BJ Wane

  Convincing Maggie

  Flushed With Shame

  Sasha’s Portrait

  Susie’s Awakening

  Triple Play, Spanking Erotica

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