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AARYN

I t’s chilly outside, so I don’t want to keep Errol out here too long. The yard is nice and private, so I don’t have to worry about neighbors getting an eyeful. The motion-sensor floodlight blinks on as I lead Errol over to the big maple tree along the back fence.

“You are housebroken, aren’t you, my pet?” I reach down and tousle his hair playfully. Errol looks up at me, eyes wide. “Are you going to be an obedient pet for me?”

His tongue darts out to run over his lips. “Yeah,” he says softly.

“Is your big dick trying to get hard in its cage at the thought of pissing onto the ground like an animal while I watch?”

A whimper escapes from his parted lips. “Yes,” he whispers.

“You’re going to do something for me,” I say. Errol looks up at me again. I feel my lips twist into a grin. “I want to see you squat on your haunches and piss like a bitch.”

I huff out a laugh as a silent shudder rips through him. “Come on,” I make my tone sharper. “I’m not standing here all night. Show me how well-trained you are.”

Trembling, Errol pulls himself into a squatting position with his knees up. His crouch forces his thighs wide, making an obscene display of his caged cock.

I position myself directly, deliberately in front of him.

“Look at me, pet,” I whisper. When Errol raises his eyes, I blatantly ogle him.

He whimpers and I chuckle. “You were the one who wanted to be a depraved, shameless pet for me. So now I want my horny little bitch to piss for me while I watch, and you’re going to keep your eyes on me while you do. ”

Errol bites his lower lip but it barely muffles the whine he lets out. His stream hits the grass and a moment later, tears of humiliation fill his eyes.

“You dirty bitch,” I whisper. “I know you love this.” Heat pulses between my legs, catching me by surprise.

I definitely wasn’t expecting this part of dominating Errol to turn me on so much.

Makes me kind of curious if the last part of tonight’s entertainment is also going to be hotter than I was expecting.

By the time Errol’s stream dwindles to a trickle and stops, there’s a wicked smile tugging at my lips. “Do you remember what you wrote in that notebook about this?” I ask. When Errol nods, blinking the remaining tears from his eyes, I prompt him. “Tell me.”

“Th-that I wanted to feel like a pet, and feel owned.” His voice shakes a little

“Mm-hmm. Do you feel like a pet?”

“Oh God, yes.” The trace of a moan in his voice confirms everything I’d been hoping for.

“Do you feel owned?”

“I think so.”

“You think so? Let’s see if I can do better than that. Do you remember what you said that first night we fucked, when I pretended to tickle you and you tackled me?”

Errol grins a little. “I licked it so it’s mine.”

“Right. You’ve got the idea.” I reach down and unzip my fly. “But I’m not gonna lick you.”

My heart is pounding. If I fucked this part of it up, if I read him wrong… I’m wildly relieved when he pulls in a sharp hiss of an inhale. “ Fuck ,” he breathes.

“Stay just like that,” I tell him. “I want to see your face.”

He obeys as I take my dick out. Holding it in one hand and the leash in the other, I look at him. “Do you want this?” I ask, my voice low.

A shiver goes through him. “Yeah —yes, please.”

“Beg for it, then.”

When Errol whimpers, I huff out a quiet laugh. “This was the main reason I took that chain off your tongue piercing. Because I did think about leaving it on so I could piss down your throat with your mouth wide open and your tongue hanging out for it.”

Errol lets out a sharp whine. “Your cock trying to get hard?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good. Now beg me to own you.”

“Please, Stud —” His voice wobbles a little. “Please piss on me. Mark me, claim me as yours. Make me smell like you. Make me your property.”

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I groan. I better hurry up before I get too hard to piss. I exhale and let loose, hitting him right in the chest.

“Please,” he moans. “In my face.” He shuts his eyes as I aim up. I piss all over his face and in his hair. It runs down his body until it’s dripping off him everywhere. Chugging as much water as I did in preparation was well worth the effort.

When I’m through, I take a step forward so my dick is right in Errol’s face. “You want to lick me clean?” I’m not really sure what to expect, but he pops his lips open. Eyes still closed, he leans forward and catches my cockhead in his mouth with a moan.

After he releases me, I pull out the washcloth I’d shoved into my back pocket and quickly wipe off his eyes. When he opens them and looks up at me, I’m relieved to see the arousal blazing in them. “I wanted you to see this coming,” I tell him.

I slap Errol’s face with my dick, lightly at first, then with more force behind it.

His breath gets quicker as the movement makes more of the piss in his hair drip down his face.

After I give each side one last slap, I wipe my cock across his pinked cheeks.

I get it as wet as I can before I stand in front of him again.

“Do you want to lick me clean?”

Errol lunges for my cock so fast I think he’s going to lose his balance. Sucking me into his mouth all the way, he hollows his cheeks, running his tongue all up and down my length. His eyes flicker shut and he lets out a needy moan that sends vibrations pulsing through me.

“Fuck,” I mutter as his pierced tongue laps at my slit. “Goddamn, you’re filthy , Babydoll.”

When he finally releases me, he looks back up at me with parted lips and bright eyes.

“Thank you,” he says. “For everything .” His expression looks like he’s just been given the best present in the entire world.

I can’t hold back a stupid, inexplicably giddy grin.

Judging from the way Errol’s eyes are glowing, I’m pretty confident I can call tonight a success.