Page 224 of Love Me in the Dark

“Learn it now, Gabby, because when you leave here you won’t be with someone as generous as me.” The belt crashed across my ass. I screamed, but it didn’t matter. There was no one to hear, no one to care. It came down again and again and again, until I was a sobbing mess of a woman, begging him to stop, but at the same time, strangely, not wanting him to.

The spanking stopped, but his hand didn’t leave my body. His fingers swept through my sex, collecting the evidence of my arousal.

“You have no idea how much I love this part.” He let me go and stepped back from the table, taking his belt back. “Now. Get in the right position or I can take you to the outside kennel for the day.”

I stood up from the table, swiping the back of my hands across my cheeks. He stared at me, his jaw tense, his eyes concentrating on me. One false move and he’d be on me again. Shaving off his beard made him appear more human, but it hadn’t changed anything on the inside.

7

David

Fuck,she had no idea how glorious she was with dried tears on her cheeks, her nose red from her crying, and all the shimmer in her large, round eyes. The afternoon’s lesson could not come fast enough for me. But first, she needed to eat something.

I left her kneeling, the correct way, beside my chair and went back to the counter to get our breakfast. I wasn’t that hard of a man. Follow the rules, do as you’re told, and she’d have an easier time of it. Not completely easy; there were certain lessons she needed to learn if she was going to have any chance of survival once her forever owner showed up.

A familiar truck horn blasted from outside in the drive.

“Fuck.” I put the breakfast back down and hurried over to Gabby. “Come with me and keep your mouth shut.” I grabbed hold of her collar and dragged her to her feet. She wasn’t stupid though, and the first chance she got, she yelled for help.

I shoved her into my bedroom, to the far corner of the room.

“I told you not to do that.” I pushed her to the ground and pointed a finger at her. “Make another sound and you’ll stay in there all day.” I turned her attention to the metal crate I had on my side of the bed. She hadn’t had free rein of the room yet, so she probably hadn’t noticed it there. It wasn’t very large. Big enough for her to climb in and turn around, but that was it.

“I’m not going in there.” She started to back away, but I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her forward. How easily they all crawled when their hair acted as the lead. The horn blew again.

While still holding her by the hair, I flipped open the lid of the footlocker. I grabbed the new collar and quickly replaced the worn leather one with the new.

“If you make a sound, this box here is going to make you wish you hadn’t.” I tapped on the small electrical box attached to the collar. The two metal prongs were positioned at the front of her throat and the latch for the collar was in the back. She wouldn’t be able to remove the collar with the special latch I put on it, but she might be able to slide it around. It didn’t matter, a small shock would hurt no matter where it was placed on her neck.

“Now go.” I snapped my fingers and pointed at the crate. Her cheeks heated, but it wasn’t fear fueling her. No, she was furious.

Good. Let her stew in her own anger, quietly in her crate.

I shut the door and flipped the locks. “Not a sound, Gabby, if you want to come out of there today. Just relax while I deal with something.”

I snapped the blinds closed on my way out of the room and shut the door behind me, locking it with the key and tucking it in my back pocket.

By the time I got to the front door, Scott was hustling up the front stairs with a border collie puppy in his arms.

“Hey.” I pushed the screen door out. He elbowed the door and pushed into the house.

“I tried calling, you didn’t pick up. He’s gotten worse.”

“No problem. Did you start the antibiotics?” I asked, going straight to work at looking the little guy over.

“I did, but Scrappy’s gotten worse. He’s got the shits and now he sneezed blood this morning. Cherise told me to bring him up here right away.”

I nodded. “It’s fine. I wasn’t going to the office today. I have a room back here.” I took the puppy from his arms and checked out his ears as I led him to the small room off the kitchen that I used for such situations. Living in such a small town, it wasn’t uncommon for folks that knew me to bring their sick pets over when they knew I wouldn’t be in town.

“Here.” I pointed to a chair against the wall for Scott to sit while I gave the puppy a better examination. “Any blood in his stool or urine?”

“No, not that I noticed. Just coughing. He sneezed this morning and out came blood. But nothing else.”

“He’s eating and playing?” I grabbed hold of the thermometer from a drawer along with a small tube of lubrication. “I want to check his temperature; I’ll need you to hold him with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He stepped up to the table and held his dog, cradling him against his chest while I lubed the thermometer and inserted it into the dog’s anus. Scrappy whimpered a bit, but otherwise complied.

For a moment, my mind pictured having Gabby strapped down to the table, with her ass cheeks splayed wide while I slid my cock into her. I cleared my throat, trying to clear the picture from my mind at the same time.