by Josie Litton
Thrusting open the doors to the suite, he strode inside. At once, his senses were assailed by an explosion of soft, frothy feminine color that appeared to have taken over the supremely masculine space.
He needed a moment to realize what he was confronting. Shortly after his pet’s arrival, he had placed certain orders. During his absence, they had been delivered. In time for his wayward pet to find them.
As for the miscreant herself…
A quick glance around revealed that she was curled up in the very middle of his bed, where he had secured her when he unlaced her pussy. Moreover, she had taken the liberty of trying at least some of the garments on.
A white lace garter belt and stockings… a tiny scrap of transparent panties that merely accentuated the lushness of her cunt…a demi-corset that left her luscious breasts bare while pushing them even higher and together…matching white heels that showed off her elegant legs…
He dragged in breath, all too aware of the jutting hardness of his cock.
He had never seen her asleep before. But now that he thought about it, he supposed that between his use of her and the requirement that she masturbate a dozen times a day without relief, she was bound to be tired.
Had he actually invited her there, he would not have hesitated to rip open his trousers, join her on the bed, and pound her senseless. But that would not bloody do. Her behavior was outrageous; leaving her cage, venturing into his private quarters, getting into the clothing…that went far beyond mere mischief; it was flagrant disobedience. Left unchecked, who knew where it would lead. Punishment was not merely in order, it was an absolute necessity.
If she was going to act like a bad puppy, getting into everything, she belonged in the kennels with his dogs.
“Bad girl,” he said sternly. “Get up this instant.
She startled and jerked awake. Before she could react, he seized her by the nape of her neck, dragged her out of the bed and hauled her out of the house and down the path to the kennels.
His lordship rode several times a year with the local hunt, more as an exercise in neighborliness than for enjoyment. He did not keep dogs for that purpose, therefore sparing himself the tedium of beagles. He tolerated Jack Russell terriers because the horses liked them. The yappy little things were an expected feature of any decent stable.
But for genuine canine companionship, nothing could beat the Irish wolfhound. Splendid animals, perfect for the solitary hunting that was his lordship’s preference. A day on horseback with the dogs, stalking wild boar, was as perfect as anything not involving his cock could ever be.
Currently, four of his favorites were in residence, the remaining six being at his lodge in Scotland where he still had a mind to go in late summer. Fucking his pet amid the heather…
But enough of that. First, she needed to be well and thoroughly disciplined.
The kennels were in a spacious building, well-lit and temperature controlled with large individual stalls linked to outdoor runs. At his appearance, the dogs launched themselves, standing upright with their massive front paws braced against the bars so that they were almost as tall as his lordship himself. Woofing with excitement, they thumped their shaggy tails and slobbered happily.
He greeted them in turn, stroking the velvety noses stuck out for his attention. With warm affection, he said, “Achilles, Ajax, Asteria, Aura, good dogs.”
Tilting their heads to the side, they stared at him with what he swore was greater intelligence than many humans could muster.
At the sight of the massive animals, his little pet balked. He could hardly blame her; most people did experience such trepidation, especially when the hounds were being so exuberant. But he wasn’t in the mood for any nonsense.
Opening the door to an empty stall, he gave her a firm nudge inside. “You will stay here until I am convinced that there will be no repetition of your misbehavior.”
Teetering on the absurdly sexy heels, her arms wrapped around herself, she looked around at her new quarters. The stall was more than large enough for her to stand and certainly to lie down. Water was provided in a dish raised far enough off the cement floor to be comfortable for the hounds. She should be able to manage it. Obviously, she wouldn’t be getting kibble but something could be arranged. However, there was no bedding. He made a mental note to have some sent in.
Her lower lip wobbled for a moment but she controlled it quickly and turned her back on him. Sitting on the bare floor and drew her knees up to her chin.
He stared at her for a moment, feeling the smallest ripple of discomfort before he realized that far from being properly abashed, she was sulking.
He slammed the stall door rather harder than he meant to and made sure it was securely latched before stomping off in a worse mood than he had arrived in.
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The next day, stinging from the need to postpone the much anticipated anal ravishment of his pet, Lord Adrian went up to London. He stopped by his townhouse, lunched with a pair of old school chums, and attended an auction where he came away with a set of early 19th century flintlock dueling pistols that he’d had his eye on for some time.
He considered a visit to one of the clubs that he had been in the habit of frequenting but decided instead on a quiet dinner and an early night. He was contemplating both when he strolled around a corner and all but walked into Bunny.
Both having recoiled instantly, they stared at one another. He saw in an instant that she was just as he remembered. While not precisely mannish in her features, she nonetheless managed to convey an impression of masculine authority, aided by the flaunting of her statuesque proportions.
The mass of her fiery red copper hair hung down her back like the mane of a lioness, one no man would ever be foolish enough to try to tame. Especially not when she would be the one cracking the whip.
Far from any effort to subdue her appearance, she wore a wincingly bright violet suit with fashionably wide shoulders and a nipped in waist. Matching stiletto boots put her nose-to-nose with his lordship. Hers twitched. It wasn’t a wiggle precisely, more of a repeated flaring of the nostrils signifying the presence of something unpleasant.
Slowly, she eyed him up and down. That cool gray scrutiny so similar to his own--they were second cousins, after all--did nothing to improve his mood. Nor did her mocking smile.
Still, he seized upon a faint ray of hope. Could it possibly be that his wife’s presence in London signified that her stay at Burleigh Abbey was coming to an end?
“Tired of the country already?” he asked.
A short, hard laugh escaped her. “Hardly. I’m far too entertained by what’s going on with you and your little pet.”
He scowled, as much at the unexpected turn of conversation as at the dashing of his hopes. “What are you talking about?”
Her smile deepened. “It’s hardly a secret, is it? You’re obsessed with her. Taking her riding, keeping her with you while you’re working, buying her little fripperies. You have all the signs of a man whose life has been upended by a set of pretty tits and a wet cunt. Honestly, I didn’t think you had it in you to fall so far, so fast.”
Gossip was the currency of life but even so, his lordship was a tad surprised by the extent of her knowledge. He made a mental note to have Jameson find the spy within his household.
Coldly, he said, “You’ve been misinformed. It’s nothing like that at all.”
Her laugher was at once mocking and heartfelt.
“Isn’t it? Then tell me, since you acquired her, who else have you fucked? You’ve been to London several times. Have you visited your usual clubs? The Odalisque, perhaps? They have a new dominatrix I hear is something to behold.”
He grimaced. “Not my cup of tea, I’m afraid.”
“Of course not but we both know that they cater to all tastes.”
They would both know that, he reflected. Bunny had never made any secret of her sexual preferences. Unlike him, she was omnivorous, fucking both males and females in eq
ual measure, often at the same time.
Stiffly, he said, “I’m astonished that you have taken such an interest in my activities.”
She shrugged. “It’s more of a morbid fascination. You’re so arrogant, so controlled. But it’s only a matter of time before someone finds the chink in your armor. I’m betting on the sweet little pet.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “She is just that, a pet, an amusement, nothing more.”
Knife-sharp eyebrows arched. “We’ll see. If you ever decide to share her, be sure to let me know.” Coyly, she added, “You could watch, of course. I promise you wouldn’t be disappointed.”
“No.” The word was out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
The thought of sharing his pet with anyone was anathema but he especially didn’t care for the thought of her with Bunny. He had seen for himself that, sob and moan though she did, the little darling was at least somewhat aroused by sexual pain. Heaven forbid, that Bunny prove better at administering it than he was himself.
His wife trilled a laugh that suggested she knew exactly what he was thinking and took her leave. Lord Adrian returned to his townhouse, where he had planned to spend the night. Having changed his mind, he summoned the Rolls. An hour after his encounter with Bunny, his lordship was on route back to Burleigh Abbey.
Chapter Nine
Arriving at the manor, he did not bother to go inside but instead went directly to the gilded cage in the garden. He’d had the foresight to call ahead and order his pet removed from the kennel. Jameson had taken that opportunity to mention that she and the dogs were getting along splendidly. They adored her and she was quite amused by them. So much for that notion of punishment.
Unlatching the cage door, he stepped inside, taking her by surprise. She was curled up on the wide, round bed in the center of the cage. Reading. And not one of the useful books he had provided for her. Her startled look at his unexpected appearance and the quick effort she made to tuck the book away under the covers made her guilt clear.
He didn’t care. There and then he decided that whatever she was reading, he wasn’t going to punish her for it. Nothing more was going to be allowed to interfere with the fulfillment of his desires. As she stumbled to her feet, naked and blushing, he hooked a finger through one of the gold nipple rings and tugged sharply.
“Come with me.”
She hurried to comply. Leading her by the ring, he strode to the master suite. The library was all well and good for playing but he wanted to be more comfortable when he fucked her.
Without any preliminaries, he said, “Get on the bed on all fours, head down, ass up.”
As she hurried to obey, he stripped off his clothes, studying her body as he did so. Her breasts hung like firm round apples, the hard little nipples just brushing the sheet. The shadow of her ass and cunt tantalized him.
Without further ado, he reached for the lube, applied a generous amount to her opening, and shoved two fingers into her. She made a soft whimpering sound that he ignored. Working quickly, he widened her to his satisfaction before withdrawing his hand and replacing it with the bulbous tip of his cock. After all the days and nights of waiting, he was no longer willing to give her any quarter.
Pressing against her small opening, he pushed forward implacably even as she stiffened and instinctively tried to shove him away. Under other circumstances, that infraction alone would have gotten her chastised. But in his present mood, nothing, not even the pleasure of laying down a fine pattern of stripes on her back and thighs, would deter him.
With one hand, he trapped both of hers at the small of her back and continued pushing into her. Dimly, he was aware of her muffled cries as she lay face down on the bed but they counted as nothing against the raging need to fuck her senseless. When his crest finally popped through the tight ring of her sphincter, the surge of triumph that soared through him was almost as good as coming itself.
“Fuck,” he muttered with satisfaction. “After all that training, you’re still tight as a vise.”
Whatever her response to that might have been, it passed him by. He was focused solely on seating himself fully within her. When he had finally done so, his balls pressed hard against her quivering ass, he paused to take a breath.
She was shuddering around him but she was no longer resisting. Satisfied by her submission, he released her hands and hitched her a little higher, giving him access to her clit.
Alternately pinching and stroking the tender nub, he said, “You’re taking me so well, pet. My big, thick cock is all the way up your pretty little ass. You’re spread wider than you’ve ever been but it took more effort than I expected.”
Pulling partially out, he thrust again, still finding her to be incredibly tight.
She turned her head to the side as he spoke, giving him a glimpse of her wide eyes and pale cheeks. The sight only urged him on.
He began to move, first slowly, then more quickly, all the while continuing to tease and torment her clit. Despite her obvious distress, copious moisture oozed from her.
“Someday, I’ll let you come like this,” he said as his own release neared. “With my cock pounding your ass and your cunt gushing. You’ll climax so hard you’ll black out.”
He was on the brink, his balls drawing up, so close-- “But not this time, pet. You’re still learning the one lesson you must never forget: Only my pleasure matters.”
It seized him even as he spoke, clenching him in the fiercest of embraces. His cock swelled even further, battering against her inner walls. His cum jetted in hard, fast spurts that felt as though they would go on forever. The force of his orgasm consumed him, dissolving all sense of the world beyond the unrelenting contractions of his body.
His cock was still twitching when he finally recovered enough to look down at the thick shaft still firmly embedded in his pet’s ass. Traces of his cum were seeping out around it. Slowly, he pulled back, inch by inch until finally he slipped free.
When he let go of her hips, she sagged onto the bed. Roughly, he spread her cheeks and watched the quivering contractions of her rosebud already beginning to tighten. The motion forced out more of his cum so that it oozed from her, mingling with her own juices between her trembling thighs. At the sight, a surge of triumph once again blazed deep within him.
Feeling generous in the aftermath of such intense satisfaction, he released her cheeks and gave them a little pat.
“Well done, pet. I realize that wasn’t easy for you but it will become more so. I intend to use this tight, sweet ass hard and often.”
She offered no response but he neither expected nor wanted any. She had done exactly what she was meant to do, served as a vessel for his pleasure. He required nothing more.
Bunny was wrong. His pet had not changed him in any way. She most certainly did not have any sort of power over him. The very idea was absurd.
To emphasize that fact to himself, he resisted the impulse to offer her any comfort. Instead, he left her as she was, legs spread, his cum continuing to drip from her ass.
Vaguely, he was aware that he should at least return her to her cage. But she was hardly likely to be able to walk on her own after being so vigorously fucked and he was too relaxed to take her there himself or even summon a servant to do it.
His last thought before sleep overtook him was that surely it could do no harm to let her stay just this one time.
Chapter Ten
The following Monday, a new device was delivered to the library. Lord Adrian was there himself to receive it. Although he strove for his usual air of imperturbability, his excitement was palpable.
Custom crafted at great cost and effort, the device was a work of art and science brought together in service to Eros. It had its origins almost two centuries before in the Victorian era when gentlemen of discernment summoned the new-found technology of the age as a treatment for the sexual frenzy to which it is well known that females are so unfortunately prone. Properly employed, the device ass
ured that even the most severely afflicted nymphomaniac would become subdued and compliant.
In the generations since, the basic design had been greatly refined but it still retained an aesthetic that hearkened back to that earlier period.
His pet took one look at it and blanched. He caught her before she reached the library doors and dragged her back.
A few days after her anal deflowering, she was no longer entirely naked. Instead, it pleased him to see her in a tight black lace demi-corset, her nipples peeking above the saucy lace trim while the rest of her remained conveniently bare to his gaze and touch.
He had already discovered the pleasant effect of rubbing that slightly rough lace over the tender crests while pulling on the pair of gold rings that pierced them. As for the third ring, the one on her clit hood, that once again sported the little vibrator, now secured snugly in place by a series of slender gold barbells through the piercings in her smooth, bare labia. Her vaginal virginity was safe from him, for the moment.
He tried not to think about the final conquest that lay ahead as he held her firmly, forcing her to face what was in front of her. He felt just a bit put out that she had not immediately grasped how truly extraordinary the device was. Everything about it appealed to his lordship’s finely developed artistic sense as well as his genuine interest in scientific matters.
“Take a good look, pet. You may as well as you’re going to become well-acquainted with this.”
Helpfully, he began pointing out the various features of the device, explaining the function of each.
The gleaming copper titanium alloy from which it was largely constructed was so strong that the frame, consisting only of narrow polished tubing and thin metal straps, would easily suspend her several feet off the floor while holding her firmly in place. Positioned head down with her back sharply bowed and her bent legs spread wide, she would be firmly shackled at wrists, ankles, and elbows. Additional metal bands would secure her waist, thighs, head, and neck. Once within the embrace of the apparatus, she would be utterly immobilized.