Good Pet (His Pet Book 5)

by Jamie Knight

  I’m rewarded with a lusty, hungry moan the minute I do this, and that’s all I need. I’m fingering her with all speed and domination in no time at all. I’m bringing my fingers in and out, enjoying the way her pussy clings to me.

  I comment on it all, saying what a good pet she is. How, if she were working in my office, not just on the executive floor, I’d be having her over my desk right now. Fingering her like this while she answered the phones like a good little pet, never letting on what I’m doing to her. Not letting her cum until she’s hung up the phone, and taken flawless, detailed notes.

  Melissa’s pussy tightens around my fingers at this. She lets out the wildest, most growly grown I’ve ever heard from her.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask her, putting a third finger inside her, and feeling as her pussy immediately accommodate me. “You’d like me to make you answer the phone that way, wouldn’t you? You bad, bad pet!”

  “Yes,” Melissa cries, “I am a bad pet! Punish me, sir! Please!”

  Softly, I hear the first chirps of birds. As I looked toward her balcony, I see the first warming rays of the approaching dawn. They’re just starting to cut through the gray cloak of nighttime. In this changing light, I can just see the outline of the cityscape beyond.

  “Very well,” I say, “then get your ass up and follow me out onto the balcony, pet. So, I can punish you there, in front of anyone who might be up and about this early Sunday morning.”

  So saying, I take her with me off the bed and march her toward the doors to her balcony. I have her unlock them, and then open them. Each action she takes, it’s with a barking order from me.

  As we step out onto the balcony, the first tendrils of early morning air caressing Melissa and me, I feel slightly nervous and slightly exposed being out here, with both of us being completely naked. But then I remember that I’m supposed to be the one in control here, the one giving her her “punishment” so, I push away any fears, and push her forward toward the railing.

  “Come on now. You said you wanted me to punish you, pet, so you’re going to get punished.”

  “Yes, sir,” she mews at me, and I can just see the pout she has on her face. It only makes me that much crazier for her.

  I practically run her to the balcony railing and force her to lean over it.

  She cries out, but it’s not out of fear. It’s out of joy and lust, in keeping with the “game” we’re playing of boss and pet.

  “Ass up,” I command, giving it a little slap.

  “Yes, sir,” says Melissa, leaning herself further over the railing, just so her hips are level with my cock, not enough to risk falling over the side.

  “Good pet,” I say, admiring her. “Spread yourself wide,” I order, watching with pride and joy as she does just that. Her pussy, having been stimulated by me and her own excitement, opens wide.

  Under this visual feast, my cock trembles, and I fumble to put on the condom Melissa gave me. Somehow, I manage to get the rubber on and down the length of me, even though every inch of me is rebelling and trying to buck off the layer of latex like a bronco. I’ve got a big enough cock. Of course, it would act like a stallion.

  “Like this, sir?” Melissa asks demurely, though I can hear the edge of fire and lust on it. “Is this good enough?”

  “More than enough,” I say, beginning to rub my cock along her crease, teasing her hole with the tip of it. I move it in and out of her opening gently, just using the tip. Melissa whimpers cutely under each teasing, testing penetration.

  After I’ve enjoyed her pouty, fussing moans enough, I place my hand on her back and say, “Are you ready, pet? Are you ready to take my dick in your naughty pussy? Are you ready to take your punishment?”

  “Yes,” gasps Melissa, as if the wait is just too much. “Oh, yes, sir! I’m ready! Please punish me! Stuff me full!”

  “So be it,” I say gruffly, and enter her.

  The moment I do, I feel like I am flying straight off the balcony and into my own personal slice of paradise. The warmth and the pressure…it’s so warm and pervasive, no amount of fantasizing could ever, or would ever, prepare me for it.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, pushing myself into her quickly and hungrily. “Your pussy. It’s so…hot.” I hiss that last word, feeling like I’m the one melting into her, not the one penetrating.

  Melissa lets out a whining, soft moan as I push deeper. “Don’t go easy on me, Tommy,” she says. “Ride me as hard as you want, sir. Please, I deserve all the punishment you can give me.”

  And with that, I proceed to give her exactly what she’s asked for: the hardest, fastest fucking I can give her.

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Melissa

  Tommy’s long and thick cock slides into me. As he pushes it all the way in, and I feel each stiff inch glide into my pussy, I’m hypnotized by the pleasure. By the myriad of sensations assaulting me from all directions. I’m groaning and moaning under just how much I’m being stretched and stuffed, but it isn’t unpleasant.

  While Tommy is quite a bit longer and thicker than Dennis, I don’t feel any pain as he slides himself in me to the hilt. In fact, all I feel is the pleasant, achy pleasure that comes from getting stuffed with at least ten inches of smooth, hard cock.

  Being bent over the railing as I am, I’m lightheaded and giddy. I’m hungry for a hard and fast ride from him while I watch the sunrise. While I sing out along with the birds, not caring who might hear. As Tommy groans and comments on how warm my pussy is, I tell him to not go easy on me. To fuck me as hard and fast as he wants, because this is a punishment after all.

  Tommy immediately obliges, grabbing me by both hips and beginning to plow into me with heavy, fast pumps of his hips. It’s a little bit jarring at first, but within the next few seconds, I’m already into my “mode”—my blissful, out of my head way that I get when my boyfriend dominates me.

  I sigh and whimper with each of his thrusts, enjoying the sensation of being pressed and slapped by the balcony railing, as much by Tommy’s pelvis, thighs, and his balls, which are slapping my clit. Under these sensations, I start shivering and quaking badly. So much so, that I have to actually grip the railing with my hands more tightly.

  Tommy, if he senses the jelly he’s turning me into, he doesn’t stop his taking of me. He only continues to fuck me harder and faster, grabbing up my hair in his fingers and pulling my head back toward him. As he does, he leans up into my neck and growls, “Feeling punished enough yet?”

  Before I can reply “yes” or “no,” he pushes my head back down and moves the hand that surrounds my hip to my clit. There, he begins to tease and stroke it. Rubbing it with his thick fingers. Something I’m immediately in to, even though it throws us off balance. It’s fun and devious and makes the stimulation happening in my pussy even more pervasive as if his dick’s grown and thickened up even more.

  I cry out at this, pounding myself back into him. Riding him just as hungrily and urgently as he’s riding me as he catches me doing this, he smacks my ass and bends me back over the balcony.

  “You’re being punished,” he says, gasping from pleasure and exertion, as he readjusts his finger on my clit, and really starts to fondle it. I feel heat and tingles start to flow from my core. “Not rewarded, remember?” As he says this, he thrusts into me all the way. As he does, he makes a point of pushing in as far as he can go, and holding it there, before pulling back out, slowly and methodically.

  “I know,” I squeal, feeling my pussy starting to jitter around him with waves of sweet, forbidden joy. “I know I’m being bad.”

  “Then be a good pet and take all of this,” breathes Tommy, pumping me even harder and faster than he was before. It only lasts a second, though. Suddenly, I feel Tommy clench up. His fingers jerking over my clit. By the way they twitch and shake, I know he’s cumming. I can feel it rising in him, even before he croaks out something to that effect. He lets go of my clit at that point, forcing me back into him, as
he completely lets go.

  I let go as well, to my surprise. Though Tommy’s hand and fingers have left me, and therefore, have abandoned getting me an orgasm, I have one anyway. My pussy stiffens and then releases in a wave of quivers.

  I just reach back and pull his lips to mine. I explore his mouth with my tongue, humming happily as I feel a few final tingles leave me and traveled down my body. “Oh my God, Tommy,” I murmur, “If that was a punishment, I can’t wait to see what a reward is with you, sir.”

  Tommy just chuckles. “I know. Your boss is just that mysterious.” He pulls away from the kiss, scooping me up into his arms like a Princess. As he holds me there like that, he says, “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m just sorry it was over kind of quick.” He blushes. Under this blush I get what he’s afraid of. That he came prematurely, and somehow didn’t satisfy me.

  “It was just long enough. Don’t worry about anything,” I say, as the sun comes up for real and starts to bathe us in clear, yellow light. “I promise. I really did enjoy myself.”

  As Tommy takes me back into the bedroom and lays me on the bed, he doesn’t look entirely convinced. He’s got a frown starting.

  “Don’t you start. Don’t you dare,” I say, shaking my finger at him. “You did fine. Marvelously, in fact.” I pull him toward me and toward the sheets. “Now get in here and get some sleep, before I decide to punish you for getting grumpy.”

  Tommy falls into the bed beside me, stroking my cheek. Letting his fingers linger on my lips. “What if I want to be grumpy?” he asks. I can see the mischievous glint in his eyes.

  “Then I’ll snuggle with you until you can’t do anything but smile and call out my name along with the good Lord’s,” I say, feeling drowsiness began to overtake me.

  Tommy yawns, cuddling me to him. Around us, I’ve begun to hear the sounds of early morning traffic along with the chirping of birds.

  As my eyes close and I begin to drift off, I think about how often I’ve slept in on Sundays. I’ve just never slept as well or as peacefully as I’m about to. And it’s all thanks to Tommy. The love of my life. The man I wasn’t expecting to fall for in the middle of a cascade of resumes and cover letters, and yet I did.

  And now I want nothing more than to spend every morning with him, not just this weekend. Not just more weekends. But every day for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Tommy

  Monday arrives too soon for Melissa and for me. Neither of us are ready to get up and get ready for work when her alarm goes off at just after six-thirty a.m. We laze around for ten or fifteen minutes, cuddling and kissing each other. We savor every minute as long as we possibly can, even continuing to kiss and fondle each other as we get out of bed.

  Eventually, though we have to part ways. We can’t get dressed if we’re attached at the hip, unfortunately. So, I get myself dressed in the bedroom, while Melissa goes into the bathroom, does whatever part of her morning routine that requires, and then comes out and gets dressed.

  She’s in a soft lavender blouse, a pair of light-brown slacks with polished, brown leather heels. I’m in one of my new suits. The dark one with faint paisley designs. Even without having looked in the mirror at myself yet, I already feel super fancy. Way sexier and much more successful than I’ve ever felt in my old frumpy suit.

  Melissa’s reaction when she sees me is just as sweet as it is priceless: her eyes practically fall out of their sockets, and she proceeds to start giggling and crying at the same time. “You look so good,” she says, circling around me, fixing this and that, while covering her mouth with surprise and shock. “So, so good, darling!” She pauses her circuit around me, coming to stand directly in front of me. There, she fixes the collar on my dress shirt and the shoulders on my suit, so they sit nicely. “You look even more handsome than you did at the shop!” She takes a breath in, just admiring me for a moment. “By the time I’m done doing your hair for you and putting one of your nice new ties on, no one at the office is going to recognize you!”

  Saying this, she reaches into one of the many shopping bags, pulling out a tie. A blue one, also, with faint paisley designs. This one will be a perfect fit for the overall ensemble. Taking that tie and grabbing a pair of new shoes from my pile of goodies, she leads me into the master bathroom. “Come on! Let me help you finish getting ready, and then we can stop for some coffee and donuts on the way!”

  I don’t resist in the slightest. The last time Melissa forced me into the bathroom for a makeover, I ended up getting the promotion I wanted. If this time is anything like last time, I’m going to leave a great impression on everyone at the office. If I’m lucky, today will be another lucky day for me. Not sure what or how, but Melissa’s magic always brings good results. I’ll just have to wait and see what those good results are. Maybe by the end of the day, I’ll have something good to share with her over drinks.

  I think this just as Melissa has settled me in front of the mirror, and begun to put my tie on for me, and get out her styling gel.

  Today is going to be a good day. I lift up my chin so Melissa can get the fabric properly looped around. A great end to a fabulous weekend. I had sex with my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend. Not once, but twice. I smile, moving my head in the direction she’s just asked me to, in order to get the tie in the collar of my dress shirt.

  And my dad didn’t ruin it. While part of my heart sinks at the realization my dad really doesn’t give two fucks about me (except when it involves my money), I’m not surprised. He stopped being a passable dad to me (he was never a good one) long ago, but I’m still happy he didn’t ruin anything. I’m happy he didn’t call or text to the entire weekend. And I’ll be happy to spend as little time at his place than I have to.

  I’m less than company to him anyway. I’m a fat, lumbering ATM who just happens to be his son. With that being the case, it’s about time I left him on his own. Mom made that choice when I was four years old. It’s about time I followed her example.

  ****

  True to her promise, Melissa and I do stop for coffee and donuts on the way to work. But I decide I’m going to wait to eat or drink any of it until I’m up in the office. Knowing me and my clumsy hands, I’m more likely to get coffee and donut on my nice, new clothes rather than in my mouth.

  Melissa looks concerned. She says I should try to eat something before going into the office, knowing how Vanacore likes to keep me hopping from the moment I get there, but I decide to keep my course of action. I want these new clothes to stay new and nice for more than an hour after putting them on.

  Melissa says she’s still not sure that’s a good idea but doesn’t push it further. She continues to drink (her mocha latte) and drive, taking a bite of donut at stoplights, but doesn’t say anything until we get to the parking lot, and she pulls into her space.

  After she parks and shuts off the engine, she looks at me. “You’re still going to go through with it?” she asks, sounding like she has cramps, not worries.

  By “it,” I know she means the escalation of my “evidence gathering” with Vanacore.

  “Yes, pet,” I say, feeling my stomach begin to ache as well. “I need to keep going with it while I have her where I want her. Wrapped around my finger, and totally convinced I feel the same way about her as she does me.”

  Melissa sighs, looking pale. She doesn’t say anything, only shakes her head slowly.

  I put my hand in hers, which is still on the parking brake. “Look. I don’t like this any more than you, okay?” Melissa’s eyes meet mine. “I really don’t. But I’ve already decided to take it this far. If I back out now, if I start acting all cold turkey and skittish around her, she’s going to get wise to something. She’s going to get forceful, and I don’t want forceful. Neither do you,” I add, seeing Melissa blanch further. “Look. It’s not what I thought I was going to be getting myself into when I got this promotion, but now that I’m in a position to do something about her, now that I have the power to get Va
nacore out of her abusive sweet spot, I have to at least try.”

  For a long moment, Melissa doesn’t say anything. She just sits with her head hung, and one hand on the break, one hand on the steering wheel. When she does speak, it’s with her eyes to mine again. “Fine, love. You’re a braver man than I, but I don’t like it. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I want you to be safe.”

  “So do I,” I say, picking up her hand and kissing it. “I want us all to be safe from people like Vanacore.” With that, I unbuckle myself and get out of the car. The moment I’m standing out in the sunlight and air, something inside tells me to look up toward the building, toward a section of windows, I know I belong to Vanacore’s part of the office. I don’t see anyone or anything there, but I’m still cautious. Feeling wary and nervous.

  I turn back to the car, grabbing my coffee and bag of donuts. “I’m going to head inside now, Melissa,” I whisper. “Wait until I text you to come out. Your parking space is right under Vanacore’s window. I don’t see her there, but something tells me to be careful. To have you wait, okay?”

  Melissa nods, looking more green than white now.

  “Okay.” I kiss her on the cheek. “Love you.”

  “You too,” answers Melissa, like I’m about to go be shipped off to war. “Be careful.”

  “I will,” I say, and straighten up out of the car. I close the door, gesturing to the phone I have in my pocket. I make a typing gesture with my fingers adding, “text you when I’m up in the office and have accounted for her.”

  To this, Melissa just nods and watches me leave.

  As I do, I keep my eyes trained on the windows of the upper floors and Vanacore’s little alcove of them, checking for her shadow. Nothing still, but something still sits on my shoulder, nagging me.

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  Melissa

  I’ve never felt so sick or filled with terror as I do now, watching Tommy leave the safety of my car and head up toward the office. Toward Vanacore, like he’s a puppet on an invisible web of strings called Fate. Numerous times in the next minute or two, I fight the urge to burst out of the car, chase him down, tell him what a horrible idea this is and that he should just go to HR with the evidence he has right now, and leave the rest alone.