Chapter 19

NINETEEN

ASHLEY

S wish, swish, swish.

I waited so patiently as Bobby worked. Watching him create such pretty items was enjoyable, but with the plug constantly pulling at my butt, I was about losing my mind by mid-afternoon.

Bobby worked, yet his attention never strayed far from me. I lay on the dog bed, making sure he had the optimal view of me. This extended game was new to me, stretching sex and desire into something altogether different from anything I was used to. It made me hyper-aware of myself. Every look and touch whetting my appetite.

Hours had passed by the time Bobby washed his hands and lowered himself onto the couch, patting his lap. The unspoken invitation was all I needed. Bobby slowly shook his head when I stood, so I sank to the floor and crawled to him.

My face burned, the tail tugging at my rear and making me need more stimulation.

The couch dipped as I lay beside him, resting my head in his lap. Sound filled the workshop as Bobby flicked on the television, yet I couldn't focus on the old western that played.

Pleasure drifted from his fingers into my scalp when he toyed with strands of my hair, his soft touches both sweet and infuriating. The gentle graze of his fingers made me squirm, and he swatted my ass. I let out a yelp. It stung, but blossomed into a lusty distraction. I wanted more.

Each time I moved, he'd find a new way to punish me. A harsh pinch of a nipple that made my eyes water, a slap to my thigh, a sharp tug to my tail. Still, I couldn't help but incite his attention.

‘Pet, if you can't sit quietly, why don't you put that mouth to good use?'

I practically tore his pants open, unbuckling his belt and freeing his dick. Sucking it into my mouth, I toyed greedily with it. The thicker it grew, the more I wanted. Despite having tested the dildo, his cock was so different in person. It pulsated beneath my tongue, hot and wet, as I worked it further into my mouth.

‘Fuck,' Bobby moaned. Hearing how I affected him had me feral. He let me suck and lick for a good while, groaning while petting me.

After some time, he pressed more forcefully on my head, the tip of his dick scraping my throat. A gag tore through me.

‘That's it, take it all, little love. Show me how badly you need this big dick inside you.'

His words urged me onward, making me work harder to swallow his cock. Bobby pistoned his hips, wafts of leather and salt filling my nose. Moaning, I took it all, fighting the retching until he pinned me to him, hot cum filling my throat. The coughing made it come out of my nose, tears filling my eyes.

I'd wanted him to fuck me.

He pulled me off of his dick and scooped the cum from my messy face. Reaching between my legs, he thrust his sticky fingers inside my pussy, forcing his cum into me.

‘Look at you, a pretty little mess. Take Sir's cum, darling. If you won't swallow it all, your cunt will soak it up for me.'

I cried out at the sudden invasion, my pussy pulsating at the brief touch.

Before I could get into it, he pulled me onto his lap, spreading my thighs on either side of his. His dick sat beneath me, soft and sticky, the tail plug sitting across his waist.

His focus latched onto the television. Every part of my body vibrated, pulled tight as an overstrung guitar. I needed him to play with me. To release me from the torment surging inside me.

‘Please,' I begged.

‘What's wrong, Pet? Something you need?' His breath tickled at the back of my neck, and I squirmed against his cock.

‘I want to come.'

‘I know.'

I pouted when he wrapped an arm around my waist and held me still. The television droned on, minutes elapsed and with it, my desperation grew.

He traced tiny circles against my hip until I wanted to scream, and only then did he let his fingers drift lower. Closer and closer to the one spot I needed him most.

By the time he circled my clit, I was ready to explode.

A whimper fell from my lips as he stroked me, dipping his fingers into my wet pussy before dragging them up to toy with my clit.

The whole time, he acted like he was idly petting an animal, barely even aware of the torment he was twisting inside me.

I panted and moaned, utterly losing myself beneath his fingers. Screwing my eyes closed, I tried to focus on the heady touches, trying to tip myself over the edge.

‘Little love, your husband is on the television.' Bobby's voice was thick with lust.

It took me a moment to focus on the screen, my stomach flipping when I spied Jerry standing on our front step.

‘He's doing a good job of looking like a sad husband,' he moaned, his dick now jutting into my ass, pressing the plug in deeper. ‘Standing there, appealing for your return while you're grinding against my hand.'

A flare of guilt hit, but it gave way to an insidious need. There was no fighting the overwhelming tension coiling within me.

‘I'm going to fill your cunt while you watch him cry,' Bobby said, taking me firmly by the hips and guiding me onto his rigid cock.

Between the plug and his immense girth, I felt like he was tearing me in two. An orgasm ripped through me before he was even inside, my body quaking against him. It didn't slow him. He thrust into me hard, my eyes stuck on the screen. On my husband. Jerry should be the one making me come. He was there appealing for my return while I was wearing a fucking dog tail and filled with another man.

I wanted to hate myself for the wave of pleasure that brought me. For all the times he'd said no. For all the times he'd made me feel stupid and small.

‘Your cunt is fucking heaven when you come, pet. Don't stop yet, you can give me one more. I'm going to send you back to him dripping my cum and with a fucking litter in your womb.' Aggression filled his voice, and he pinned me to him, harsh thrusts punctuating his words.

‘Yes, Sir,' I cried, wanting everything he had to give me.

I was putty in his hands, the stretch of my holes burning as he gave me no reprieve. His fingers pressed against my clit. Jerry's face filled the screen as I panted. His pain made my pleasure even more acute.

‘Look at him. The man who made you reach out to me. He's there, appealing for you while you ride my dick. You filthy slut. You love it, don't you?'

‘Yes.'

And I did. I loved the dirty way he treated me. I loved the way he knew how to work my body until my brain turned to absolute mush.

Sweat slicked the places where our skin touched, his breath ragged on my neck as he prised me open repeatedly.

‘Pet,' he demanded, one hand moving to my throat and circling it. ‘Come for me while staring into that prick's eyes. He might be your husband, but for now, I own you. This cunt is mine .'

Tremors ripped through me, my thighs clenching, the tightness making his cock and the plug impossibly filling. My pulse thundered beneath his fingers and I came moaning, cries spluttering between gasps.

Jerry's face dimmed in my eyeline, becoming obscure as Bobby fucked me senseless.

Then he stilled, hot spurts of come filling me, streaming out of my pussy with each ragged thrust and coating his balls.

With my body still trembling around him, I knew one thing for certain: I didn't want to go home.