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Amari

Master was playful tonight, and I followed his instructions, trying to be his perfect pet slave. His watchful eyes were never far from me. The words he used were always harsh, but the various tones he used ranged from psychotic to soft. I loved it when he used the filthiest of words with his low rumbling voice, indicating his pleasure. It made me want to please him. I stopped asking myself why I was like this.

I raised Master’s cock to gently cup his balls before I started to lick them, sucking them into my mouth one by one while gripping his hard cock in my hand. The hair around me tickled my face and the clean scent of Master’s shower gel surrounded me. His balls were as hot as his cock.

“Enough,”

he snapped and I glanced up at him, fearing he was angry with me, but his eyes only held a dark desire.

My pussy clenched tightly and I hoped Master fucked my ass as he did the day when I passed out. I sat back as Master tugged his white T-shirt off. His skin had darkened under the sunshine. I gazed at his thick neck muscles, taking in his broad chest, running down the hard abdomen until reaching his angry-looking thick cock.

He stood up and pushed me onto the sofa cushion where he had been sitting. I could feel the warmth against my skin. I froze when I felt his fingers trail down the opening of my pussy. The last time he touched me there with his fingers was in the car on the way to Club X.

“Your bitch cunt is on heat,”

he said pushing his fingers inside me.

Two, three…four of them.

I felt the burn of the stretch when he burrowed all four inside me, pushing them all in. They slid back and forth with ease since I was soaked from sucking his cock and balls.

“Such a fucking wet whore,”

he muttered. “Dirty little, Skyla. You need my cock in here.”

I shoved my right hand forward on the couch but Master chuckled.

“That wasn’t a question my little fuck hole.”

He pulled his fingers out only to hold my pussy open with his hands—then I felt it. His cock sliding towards my pussy. I whined, needing to feel him there, inside my pussy.

“Beg for it,” he said.

I immediately began to woof and howl my sounds ranging from dogs to wolves. Master rewarded me and I felt his thick girth push into my pussy. His fingers had stretched me but his cock was going deeper, forging its way inside my neglected pussy.

“No gentle fucking for a bitch like you. I know how much you love to suffer for your Master,”

he said moving his hands on the sofa while I raised my ass and braced myself for what was to come.

I felt myself gush at his words and I felt him tense.

“Fucking wet slut. I knew I wouldn’t need to use any lube,”

he muttered to himself before pushing a few more inches of his dick inside me.

There was no warning as he tore into my cunt so hard that I thought he had split me open. I didn’t get a chance to adjust to his girth before he began to fuck me so hard that my knees pushed against the floor from the strain of his downward rapid thrusts. It was a tight fit but the pain only made me crave more.

“You’re creaming all over me,”

he growled. “Filthy cock loving whore.”

It had been so long since I last had a cock inside my pussy. I wasn’t sure my ex’s six inches counted at this point. Master’s girth and length were huge. There was no stopping him as his relentless thrusts got harder and deeper the wetter I became. I pushed myself back onto his dick. No one could fill me up and batter my insides the way he did.

“I own your fucking pussy,”

he said hammering into me. “You are my filthy bitch.”

His pelvis slapped against my ass hitting my tail with each thrust, my pussy began to tighten as I moaned, desperately trying not to speak. He didn’t slow down but pounded into me with long deep thrusts rubbing my pussy raw. He gripped my collar and began to slap my ass.

“Bitch,”

he grunted slamming his rock hard cock into my tight sopping hole.

Out of nowhere my orgasm ripped through me.

“Oh, God,”

I howled as my pussy began to convulse and spasm around my Master’s cock.

He fucked me hard enough to pin me down on the couch, choking me with his hold on my collar as he lifted my neck up. My body began to shudder as he took my orgasm to the next level. I clenched down on him, clamping my muscles around his cock, feeling every inch of his hard thick length of him. The last thing I remember was his arm locking around my neck, cutting off my air and a distant roar.

***

I blinked as I woke up, trying to remember what happened and why I was lying on the floor. The events of the evening flooded through my mind. I sat up to see Master sitting on the sofa, glowering at me. He was still bare chested but wore his navy shorts. I couldn’t have been passed out for long.

“Did I give you permission to speak, bitch?”

he snapped at me eyeing me up coldly.

I cringed at his icy tone and words while I pushed my left paw out. The only words I remembered saying were when I came and hadn’t been able to control myself. Why was he making such a big deal out of it?

He stood to glare at me as I quickly moved onto my hands and knees, dipping my head and shoulders down to the apologetic pose. I heard him walk away but it wasn’t until I listened to his footsteps on the stairs that I raised my head.

I hated it when he was angry with me. His heavy feet on the stairs made me drop my head and hands back on the floor. I kept my eyes closer as he approached me. He grabbed my collar and I opened my eyes to see a cane in his hand. My pussy gushed at the thought of pain but it also could have been his semen dripping out of me.

He manoeuvred me around the back of the couch before pushing me over until I placed my paws on the back of the couch. The cane tapped the insides of my ankles and I spread my legs, clutching the soft cushions beneath my paws.

“Do you think I don’t see what you’re doing? Pretending to act like my bitch, trying to manipulate me—pathetic,”

he said, his voice was low and the familiar seething anger beneath his words was back.

Pretending? What the fuck? I couldn’t win with this guy.

He swished the cane in the air, and I flinched at the sound, my breath caught in my throat.

“You are nothing,”

he hissed out before he sliced the cane in the air but this time it struck my buttocks and I gasped at the eye watering pain that accompanied the strike.

“Nothing. Nothing but a set of holes for me to use. Your Master,”

he shouted, bringing the cane down again and again and again.

I forced myself to remain still, biting my lip until it bled to stop any cries, but my resilience only seemed to make him strike me harder and faster. The pain bloomed and spread over my flesh as each swipe from the thin rigid cane merged into one. I panted through my nose while the taste of blood flooded my mouth. My legs trembled as I clutched onto the sofa.

When he moved down to my thighs a whimper left my mouth, but he had no mercy. He thrashed the soft flesh of my thighs until I felt each strike swell and throb on my skin. Tears streamed behind my mask and onto my cheeks as I gasped for air.

“You are nothing, bitch,”

he said quietly as he continued to work back and forth to cane both sides of my ass and limbs. “You will learn.”

When the pain became unbearable I sagged on the sofa in defeat, a sob escaped my bloodied lip. My back was on fire from the burning pain. It took me a moment to realise he had stopped, I collapsed on the floor, crying and blindly reaching out for his feet with my paws as deep gut wrenching sobs wracked my chest.

I was nothing. Nothing. Nothing but a bitch.