Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to having a man order her around, but when her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she is taken into protective custody, stern, handsome ex-Marine Blake Turner makes it clear that she will obey him or be punished.
After she puts Blake’s word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, Aubree finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like an obedient pet. Yet to her dismay, her arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission.
Even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, however, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both brutal criminals and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?
“I think you like playing my pet. I think you get so riled up about it because you don’t want to admit it to yourself, that you, a strong, capable woman—” Two fingers sank into her sex and she moaned, closing her eyes to better appreciate the touch, and the sound of his voice. “Could want to be treated like this, owned and collared. Because make no mistake.” A fingertip brushed her clit with the next thrust into her passage. “You are owned. And that collar isn’t coming off any time soon.”
She pressed her forehead harder into the ground, trying to get her bearings. His words were getting to her. They were working up her body as much as his skilled, thick fingers were fucking her.
His free hand splayed across the small of her back, holding her in place while he intensified his strokes. The little tip of his finger that brushed her clit now rubbed harder, pressing down with each new stroke.
Her toes curled into the dirt, and her fingernails bit into the grass. The pressure surmounted more than she could handle. She was going to come unglued, right there in the yard. As the leash tugged at her neck, her breasts swayed with the jolting motions of his hands; she was going to come.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He slapped her ass with the flat of his palm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.
She bit back the groan that worked its way up from her core. She’d been two strokes away from exploding, but within a moment she was not only empty but floating away from the orgasm she craved.
The leash moved, pressing against her clit, and she let the moan free. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come unraveled, and he knew it.
His hand brushed away the leather and began to stroke her plump, wet sex. Petting her pussy.
“You’ll come when you’ve given over.” His soft voice wrapped around her as he continued to run his fingers over her.
The tail twisted, creating a new spark of arousal through her body.
“Make this move for me.” He released the tail but kept stroking her clit. A soft touch that kept her on the edge, but didn’t come anywhere near the amount of pressure she needed to find fulfillment. “Wag your tail for me, sweetheart.”