Wicked Games

Friday Fetch (5)

He walked over to the sofa, and sat down. He beckoned her with his finger. She crawled over to him, hoping he would take her on the floor itself. But he had other plans.
He had her sit on his lap, facing him. He looked at her, and she looked back. His hands went to the collar and he started to unbuckle it.
"No," she said, a little too quickly. He looked at her, a little surprised.
"What?" he asked.
"I want to keep it on." She tried to look him in the eye, but failed miserably. He chuckled.
"Alright." He took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a long, passionate kiss that made her forget everything else around her. She could feel his hardness against her. She tried to move her hips, but he held her in place.
"Patience," he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it a little before kissing the other side of it.
He wasn't unaware that she broke the no speaking rule, just horny enough from her declaration. He cupped her breast, gently at first, then gripped her, pinching her nipples, making her whimper.
He chuckled. "I think you're enjoying this too much." She whimpered again, and he chuckled. "It's alright, my pet. I want you to enjoy it."
He continued to play with her nipples, pulling on them a little. She arched her back, wanting more. "e kissed her again, this time more roughly. He held her by the back of her neck and pinned her to him. She could feel his erection against her, and she tried to grind herself on it. "I said patience , my slutty puppy," he commented, and she felt herself blush.
He knew her so well. "Now, you can choose how you want to be fucked." She looked at him in confusion. "You can be on top, or I can fuck you from behind." He was still playing with her nipples.
She could feel herself getting wetter. "I want you to fuck me from behind," she blurted out, not wanting to lose the moment.
He stopped, gently pushing her off his lap onto the floor. The transition was so abrupt that she took a few moments to process what just happened.
"I let it go once, but really darling, I have never seen a speaking puppy all my life," he looked down at her. Crap, she thought, now I'm really in trouble. But she was really horny too, so her thinking was clearly impaired.
"Don't stop," she begged in a tiny voice. Not tiny enough for his hearing to not pick up, because he heard her.
He laughed. "This woman, really..." he sounded a little exasperated at her, "I'm not stopping, I'm just punishing you." He reached over to the bag and pulled out a gag. He beckoned her over. She crawled over, rather reluctant. Oh how she hated gags. But she didn't protest, because she knew better than to do so.
He pushed her head down on the floor, and tied the gag around her. She tried to move her head but it was no use. She could feel him caressing her back, and she relaxed a little. He patted her her as if praising her like she really were a dog, "Good girl."
As much as she hated his patronizing attitude, she felt herself beam inside at the praise, and also she was getting increasingly wet again.
She squirmed a little, before deciding to crawl to him, nuzzling her head on his knee. "So you're sorry now?," He asked her, chuckling at her desperation. She nodded yes, the touch of her tongue against the gag reminding her that she wasn't allowed to speak before and now not able to speak. The gag even muffled her whimpers.
Desperate, she decided to crawl in between his legs now, seated as he was on the sofa. He continued to gaze at her, amused by what she was planning. She nuzzled her head against his dick through his trousers, and looked up at him pleading.
"What are you up to, my horny little pup?" He laughed at her. She hated him for how iron clad his will was. Yes, he was visibly and palpably hard, but he was so in control of himself that he could be in his senses. "Do you want to suck my dick?"
She found herself nodding in desperation. Not her intention for she just wanted him to remove his clothes and fuck her. But it was a delightful misinterpretation for it would get her gag off, and give her some much needed dick. She liked getting off, but watching his expression as she sucked him was a treat in itself. She loved how his fingers pulled her hair, pushed her down, just all sort of things. Anything would be an upgrade over being a pathetic gagged puppy.
He chuckled, "So eager." She nodded. He paused for a second then he smiled. It was a serene smile, but one that her experience made her look at him with caution. His sadistic genius was in play. "You know," he caught a strand of her hair and played with it, but she could feel him become harder for some reason, for her face was that close to his dick, "You're a bitch in heat, aren't you?"
"You're not a puppy, you're a bitch in heat, aren't you?" He repeated, taunting her. She felt humiliated as she nodded. She hated it, but she was so horny that she couldn't care less. "A bitch in heat who wants to suck my dick?" He teased her. She nodded again, just wanting some action.
"So horny," he continued, "if you were a male pup I would get you neutered. But you're female aren't you?" he lifted her head away from his crotch. "You need to get off don't you, my little bitch in heat?" he held her face between both his palms, forcing her to look him in the eyes. She didn't understand what he meant, repeating the phrase like that. He was clearly getting off on this, and she wasn't sure if she should be too. The intensity of his stare made her want to run away a little. But her horniness was taking over, and the gag made her unable to speak anyway. Hesitantly, she nodded at him, for he had been staring at her for an answer.
Yes, I need to get off. She tried to say it, but the gag muffled her. He laughed at her again. "I know you do, my little bitch in heat." She felt him stand up and she followed him on all fours, wondering what he wanted.
"Go on, get yourself off then," he told her pointing at the leg of the couch. It took her a while to process what he wanted. He didn't mean for her to hump herself, did he? She looked horrified at him, only for him to give her an evil grin, like yes, that's exactly what I mean, so proud of you for figuring that out. He waved his hand at her, as if to signal to get on with it.
She felt herself blush, but she was so horny that she didn't care. She started to hump the leg of the couch, trying to get some sort of friction against her pussy. It was very unsatisfactory. She tried again, mortified by his eyes on her. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes. Please don't make me do it, she begged, the gag muffling all her words. She could tell he understood her. But he was unmoved. "I'm not going to fuck you until you get yourself off humping." She tried more for minutes that felt like hours until his gaze bore into her and her pussy lips felt chapped. She felt mortified, tears spilling out. How could he do this to her?
Just as she felt like she was reaching her limit with the frustration and the humiliation, she felt his fingers brush against her forehead gently. "Does my puppy need some help?" he kneeled down next to her, wiping at her tears that came out who knows when.
She nodded desperately, worming into his arms. He hugged her, patting her back with one hand, while his other hand's fingers rubbed against her pussy. She was so wet that she felt her juices drip down her thighs. He slowly started to rub his fingers against her clit, making her whimper in pleasure.
She moaned into his chest, and he chuckled. "I knew you were a slut," he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it a little. She whimpered again, and she felt him push two fingers inside her pussy.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. He fucked her with his fingers, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She felt herself building up to an orgasm and she was grateful for it. She wanted to cum so badly.
He fucked her faster, and she felt herself reaching the edge. "Cum for me, my little bitch in heat," he whispered in her ear, nibbling on it a little. She moaned, and she felt herself cumming. He continued to fuck her through her orgasm, prolonging it for a few more seconds. He pulled out his fingers and held them up to her face.
She looked at him, in post orgasmic confusion. He smirked at her. "You're a messy bitch in heat," he told her, and she felt herself blush again. He licked his fingers clean. "I know you want to taste yourself on my fingers." He held his hand up to her mouth and she licked it clean, mixing her saliva with his indirectly.
He smiled at her, "Good girl." She felt herself blush again. He pulled her up and held her in his arms. "You're a good girl," he told her, kissing the top of her head, reassuring her. She could tell the scene was nearing the end. Maybe time for aftercare now. Really though, when was he removing her gag.
She snuggled into his chest, feeling safe. He held her for a while till she calmed down a little before he spoke again. "You're my little bitch in heat." She looked at him, confused. Isn't the scene over?
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he whispered, "I've waited long enough." So after all, the scene was not over yet. She could see his iron will was breaking. She almost smirked at him, but ended up smiling instead. Finally, a proper fuck!
"I'm going to fuck you from behind," he told her, "You're going to be on all fours." She nodded again. I'm taking the gag off. You can speak now."
He took the gag off her and she immediately started speaking. "Please fuck me." He wanted to laugh at the eagerness but he was so happy for it.
He wasn't gentle as he entered her. It helped that she was still very wet and very horny. He held her hips and fucked her hard. She moaned, enjoying the feeling of his dick inside her. "You're my little bitch in heat," he told her, "My little horny puppy." She moaned again. He loved the sound. He was always torn between seeing her expression when she knew she was going to be gagged and the actual sound of her as she begged and moaned.
He fucked her rather roughly and she enjoyed it for how merciless he was, the perks of being a masochist really.
He held her as he finished inside her. The scene was over, but they both lay on the floor, very tired even though the bedroom was just a few feet away.
A while later, still inside of her, she felt him chuckling. "What?" she asked perfunctorily, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, not expecting him to answer.
He smirked evilly at her before replying, "Make do with my dick as your tail today puppy, I'll buy you a proper tail next time". She glared at him, even though the scene turned her on even though she hated to admit it.
He laughed at her. "I know you're not a puppy, but I like calling you that." She looked at him, unsure of where he was getting at. He kissed her again. "It's just a game," he told her, and she nodded.
She felt both excitement and dread at the thought of the next game his evil brain could think up.
"Don't squeeze me, you'll get me hard again," he chided.

***the end (of Friday Fetch)***