So, this is a birthday present for my fucktastic pal Melby, who lives for all things kink and Jasper, and loves pet-play. Hope you like it, babe.
Summary: Moments between Jasper Whitlock and his puppy, Isabella. Warning: pet!kink. Rated M for sexual scenery and lemons. Some fluff involved. Bella/Jasper. AH, AU, and OOC. For Melby.
Warning: Everything was already said in the summary. This doesn't exactly follow the same rules as pet-play would. Some are in here, some are not, and some would never be allowed in the real world.
Of Rose Petals and Chlorine
Chapter 1: Mahogany Waterfalls
Bella yawned as she stretched herself on the polished oak floors. She blinked sleepily, looking around at the house she explored on a daily basis. One set of her food and water dishes rested on a small black rug labelled with her name scripted onto it, Isabella. She peered inside. Her food bowl was empty, same as the water. She flipped them over with her hands, creating a noisy clatter as they hit the floor.
"Isabella! That's enough." Her head whipped around to see Tyler, her handler, walking towards her. She growled, leaning backward the way a cat would stretch, and wiggled her butt in the air, indicating her desire to play. He sighed and picked up both dishes. "You know, barking would have been a much better way of saying you were hungry." She barked at his statement. It would have been, but flipping them over seemed much more fun.
A few minutes later, both bowls were placed on the mat again. Her food dish was full of cut-up pieces of chicken and scrambled eggs, and her water dish was once again full. She barked happily and sat at his feet, her high-pitched yips effectively gaining his attention. He smiled and scratched behind her ear a little before walking out of the kitchen and back upstairs. Bella pranced back to her food and ate.
Her ears alerted her to the sound of padded feet coming her way. She barked, loudly, repeatedly, until Jessica had gotten over to her. "Bella! Hush all that racket." She quieted and whined a little, looking towards the counter. Jess smirked as she shook her head, getting out the eggs, some pancake mix, and a bowl of chocolate chips. She was their best chef, their only chef, and she snuck Bella a treat every once in a while.
Bella sat up on her knees, stuck out her hands, and pouted; Tyler had made sure she included the pout in her begging. Jessica sighed - that pout, coupled with those big brown eyes, and she didn't stand a chance. She reached into the drawer by the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of bone-shaped treats. Reaching in and removing one from the numerous amount, Jess placed it on the floor and watched as Bella gobbled it up, then looked up pleadingly for more.
"Oh no you don't," Jess laughed. "You'll get nothing more from me except lunch. And I know Tyler already fed you breakfast." Bella huffed. She wanted another treat. She was about to nudge open the drawer herself when she heard a command. "Isabella, sit." She sat and didn't turn around, didn't move, knowing it would get her punished. After a little while, a pair of black sneakers were in front of her. She knew instantly who it was.
A hand tilted her chin until she was looking up into the face of her Master. Shaggy blond hair with scraggly ends that just reached his neck. Robin's egg blue eyes that could change color when angry. Her gaze shifted a little lower, to his bare chest and muscular arms, until a finger jerked her neck up, forcing it from her view. "Goodmorning, Isabella," he said softly. She panted softly, shaking her butt and wagging the furry dark brown tail that was attached to the butt-plug inside her.
He released her face, scratching the top of her head with one hand. She looked down at his other hand. Fisted in it was a dark green t-shirt. He stopped scratching and pulled on his shirt before sitting down at the counter. She crawled over and laid down next to his chair. He smiled and nudged her a little with his foot. "What you making, Jess?"
Jessica turned around and grinned. "Your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes. Eat up," she spoke, pushing the plate heaped with delicious goodness to him. Bella barked and sat up to beg, pleading with her eyes for a little bite of pancake. Jess laughed. Bella was well-known for her large appetite, and was forever begging people for morsels of anything edible and delicious. Jasper smiled down at her as he walked over, picked up her food dish, and placed a small pancake inside.
After eating her second treat of the day, she sat by his chair, looking up and watching him as he chewed and swallowed. She could see his throat as it dipped with every swallow of the fluffy food. When he was finished, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and exited the room. "Isabella, come," he called. She bounded after him, across the hardwood kitchen floor to the carpeted living room. He was there, sitting in her favorite arm chair, the one with the footrest big enough for her.
He patted it and she jumped on, curling up and relaxing at the feeling of his hands as they scratched and rubbed and petted her. She growled a little when he poked her tickle spot, to which he responded by tapping her on the head. She whimpered, understanding the motion as one of when she was being warned, and closed her eyes.
After a little while, he spoke again. "Tyler," she heard her Master call for him. Bella was snugly, content with laying at her Master's feet. "I'm off to work. Put her in her cage." Bella sat up as her heart leapt. Her cage? What had she done? She whimpered as her leash was clipped on, desperately pulling away from Tyler as he tugged her slowly towards the travelling metal holding cell. He pushed her in and unclipped her leash, giving her a pat on the head before closing and locking the door.
Bella mewled again. She hated being put in her cage. It kept her away from her Master and she didn't like it. She looked through the small squares at him. He was smiling at her. He walked in her direction until he stood next to the cage, and crouched down to her level. "Shh," he cooed, silencing her whimpers. "Be a good girl. I'll give you a special treat when I come home."
He reached through the slot commonly used to push her food through and scratched under her chin, another one of her favorite spots. She looked up at him with big, sad eyes, but he only walked away whistling a tune. The door slammed shut and Bella growled a little as she laid herself down on the dark blue padding beneath her. Normally, her Master allowed her to roam the house, exploring every nook and cranny she could find. Today, she'd been forced into her cage to wait until he came back.
She didn't understand. What had she done? Was she a bad girl? Her heart ached at the thought of the words. She didn't try to be bad, but when she wanted something and no one would give to her, she tended to try to get it herself. And then a huge mess would ensue. Speaking of huge messes, there was about to be a large yellow one all over the floor of her cage. Bella barked and whimpered, desperately trying to direct someone to her need to urinate.
A knock at the door distracted her. She barked and barked, listening to the doorbell ring several times before she saw a glimpse of brown hair. Jessica. Bella continued to bark, hoping the kind woman would at least let her outside. Jess opened the door and smiled. "Why, hello Alice."
Alice? Who was that? She pressed herself against the walls of the cage, listening intently for the other woman's voice.
"Hello again, Jessica. How nice to see you. Is that Isabella, I presume?" Her voice was like a little bell, a little high-pitched but smooth and rather pretty. Bella listened as Jess laughed. "Yep. That would be Bella. Jasper told me you'd like to spend time with her today." Bella growled a little. She didn't want to spend time with anyone except her Master.
"Yes, I would. Jasper said it was important for me and Bella to get along." She heard footsteps, one a clacking sound, like high-heels against the floor. She looked up. The sounds stopped. They were muffled from the carpet, but still audible all the same. She watched intently as the small woman approached her. Even at her current height, this woman was definitely in the four foot range. She had short, jet black hair and warm green eyes.
She smiled and bent down to Bella's level. "Hello, Bella. I'm Alice," she said, pointing to herself. "I'm going to take you for a walk. Okay?" Before Bella could respond, Alice had gotten back up and grabbed her bright red leash off the hook. "Wait," Jessica said, causing both Bella and Alice to look at her. "Let me go get Tyler." Alice nodded and sat next to the cage, staring at her.
Not much happened before Tyler came down. "Hi, Alice." He gave her a warm smile as he approached. "Hi, Tyler," Alice beamed. She stood up and they hugged, her looking like a pixie compared to his giant size. "Taking Isabella out?" he asked, looking down at her. Alice nodded. "Yeah. Jasper asked me to. Would you mind...?" She held up the leash and Tyler nodded. "Not at all."
Bella leaned away from him, but Tyler's arms were too long and her cage was too small. He got it onto her cerulean blue collar with ease and tugged to make sure it was secure. Her bone-shaped tag jingled. With a click, the cage was unlocked and she was lead from it. She eyed Alice warily, protesting when the leash was handed to her. Her need to pee suddenly making itself known again, she looked up at Tyler and whimpered before looking at the backdoor.
He sighed and undid her leash. "She needs to go to the bathroom. Just take her out back and let her do her business. Just call me and I'll get her back on her leash." Alice nodded and walked towards the backdoor. Bella pawed at it frantically, desperate to get out. She opened the door and Bella rushed out, running all the way to the other side of the large backyard.
After relieving herself, she focused on the bright green grass underneath her and the pretty blue sky above her. The bamboo sticks covered her favorite entrance to Jacob's yard. She could hear Tyler's heavy boots clomping on the steps and turned around. He clipped her leash back on and led her towards Alice. It was impossible to pull away, and a bad idea to do it. Tyler had gotten her good the last time she tried to pull away from him.
He handed the lash to Alice and instructed her not to let go. "Isabella is a fighter, something we'll never be able to train out of her. She tends to not like new people and most of the time wants Jasper all to herself. Just walk around with her a little, talk with her, she'll warm up to you in no time." Alice nodded and tightened her grip. Bella looked back at Tyler with murderous eyes.
Traitor, she thought to herself, paying more attention to what direction she was going in than who was holding her. She wondered when her Master would be home. She wanted him to hurry up at work. First, forced into her cage. Then, given to a stranger. When would the day end.
"Okay, Bella," she heard the pixie woman speak. "Well, what do you want to talk about? I guess I should start with the basics. I'm Mary Alice Cullen, Jasper's cousin." Bella instantly warmed towards the woman. She turned around and sat up, panting heavily and begging to be pet. Alice smiled and reached a hand down to stroke her soft brown waves. The girl tilted her head, closing her eyes and pushing her head against Alice's touch.
Alice laughed, the sound of a light wind chime. "I guess knowing I'm not hear to steal him from you helped you like me a little huh?" Bella barked in affirmation. She'd thought this woman was here to steal her Master away from her. Now that she wasn't, things were already better between the two of them. They walked around he large yard slowly, Bella listening intently to Alice.
"I was born and raised in New York City. Jasper was from Dallas, Texas. We met at a BDSM convention in South Carolina. We talked. We laughed. We clicked. A little look into family trees and we realized we were related. A month later, we were good friends. I have my pet Edward waiting for me at home. And Jasper has you." After Alice's explanation, they fell into silence. Bella barked, spotting her favorite bright red tug-of-war rope. She tugged on the leash, growling and snapping at Alice a little when she didn't move faster.
Finally, she grabbed the thick rope with her teeth and swung it towards her Master's family. Alice smiled and picked it up, playing along and tugging on it with her. They engaged in the friendly game until Bella won. She pranced around, holding the rope proudly in her mouth. Alice laughed. She reached for it, but Bella danced away, running and dodging and avoiding Alice's attempts to remove the toy from her.
Alice finally stopped and sat by the door, on the steps. Bella crawled towards her, checking to see if she had played too rough. Alice looked over at her and shook her head. "I'm fine. Come on, girl. Drop it." She dropped it obediently, panting happily when Alice cooed, "Good girl."
Tyler stuck his head out the door. "Alice, Isabella. Jasper is here." Bella barked excitedly. She ran from Alice and pawed at the door, whining for him to let her in. He sighed and pushed the door open, whacking her in the face with it. She was unfazed as she dashed towards the front door, eager to greet her Master.
He was walking through the front door the moment she arrived. She sat up, barking nonstop as he set down his briefcase and hung his jacket. He donned his green t-shirt and reached for a white undershirt in the closet. Pulling it over his head, he finally took notice of his barking, hyper girl. He held up a hand, palm forward, fingers straight. Bella quieted, knowing the signal for silence quite easily.
He smiled and scratched her head. "Good girl," he praised, and she panted. His hands traveled towards her flat stomach. "Back," he instructed. Within a second, she was on her back on the floor. He rubbed her tummy, singing praises of what a good girl she was and how she deserved a treat for behaving herself today. Bella sighed in contentment. She loved her belly rubs.
Feather-light footsteps were barely heard. "Hey, Ali," she heard him say, and suddenly his hands were gone. He strode across the room and pulled Alice in for a hug. Bella growled before whimpering at the look he gave her. "Excuse her. She's a little jealous sometimes." He gave her the stink-eye, a look she knew well enough to know she should leave. She crawled away, wandering around the house to find something else to do.
She journeyed to the kitchen, where she found Alice, her Master, and Tyler all laughing happily. They were holding glasses filled with some kind of wine, and clinking them together in a manner of celebration. She felt a burning pit of jealousy light it's way through her. He always noticed when she entered a room. His eyes would lock onto hers and he would give her a smile. She would wag her tail and nuzzle his leg. He would scratch the spot on the back of her neck.
As it was, he was ignoring her. She growled. No one looked over at her. All attention was on Alice. In a split second, she used her teeth to pull on the corner of a dish cloth that had dangled from the counter. She watched in rapture as the glass bottle tipped over, showering her, the rug, and the floor with a fountain of dark liquid. Like a mahogany waterfall. The bottle hit the floor with a thud, not breaking thanks to the thick mat it landed on.
She looked up. Her eyes dropped again immediately. Tyler stared in disbelief. Her Master's eyes were dark, like the blue-purple of storm clouds before the thunder began. She could see his muscles tensing. Alice had on a knowing smirk. Bella felt a bit of animosity towards the dark-haired woman. She had interrupted her home. If she hadn't come, she wouldn't have been put in her cage this morning. The resonating growl, directed at her, made her Master's eyes widen.
"Tyler. Her cage. Covering on. Put her in the playroom. Now." With lightning speed, Tyler had her by the collar. He pulled on it, making her follow him out of the room and into her cage once again. A whimper rose from her throat. Tyler shook his head. "You're gonna get it this time, Bella." She was shrouded in darkness as the protective covering was lowered over her cage. More whimpers escaped her as she knew what the covering was for. She was bad. A bad girl. Her thoughts turned towards her punishment.
What would he do? Would he spank her? He always did that when she was in trouble. She could vividly remember the burn on her ass as he hit her over and over again, turning her pleasure into pain, making her whine and whimper and struggle to get away. He had tied her up and used his favorite cat-o-nine. It stung like hell.
She'd never been carried in her cage before, however. And the covering had only been on when she'd done something really, really bad. This meant it was something new. Or maybe not. She didn't know. She felt the cage being picked up, and moved. She heard his boots as he walked up the stairs. She heard the click of the door as he opened it. She felt him set the cage down again, heard him walking away, until she finally heard the click again. He was gone.
Another click. Someone else. The footsteps weren't light, weren't heavy, but somewhat of a middle weight. The covering was pulled off suddenly, and she blinked against the bright lights. Her eyes caught small things. Blond hair. Black sneakers. Her Master. She whimpered again.
"Quiet," he orders. She stops. He was pacing, walking back and forth in front of her. The cage door is unlocked. "Out." She complies, obeying and crawling out.
She feels a sting on her ass as a loud smack echoes through the room. She howls in pain at the unexpected slap. He grabs her collar and forcefully pulls her close to him. Her face is a few inches away from his. "You've been a very bad girl." He jerks her collar to emphasis the word 'very'. She hears a small click and sees her leash attached. She looks up at him quizzically.
He leads her to a pole, where she is tied down; he places a pair of shiny silver handcuffs on her and loops them around the pole. "Ass in the air." She lifts her butt up, and howls once again at the pain that fires through her. Another loud smack echoes. She can hear him barely growling. He walks in front of her and waves a paddle by her eyes. She mewls at the feeling of the wood hitting her bare flesh. It stung intensely. He's behind her again. Smack. Smack. Smack.
She howls and whimpers, jerking from the force he exerts as he hits her. "You're going to get fifty lashings. I want you to bark each one. Not counting the four we've already done."
Smack. The paddle stings her soft flesh. She howls, cutting it off with a bark. Smack. Bark. Smack. Bark. By the time they've hit twenty-one, she is a howling mess. Tears stream from her eyes and leak onto the floor. She can feel the squishy wetness between her legs that run down her thighs. At the thirty-three mark, he stops suddenly.
"I've changed my mind. Not another word out of you. I want quiet." Another smack. She feels the urge to whimper, but holds it in. He continues. Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six. She almost loses count. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. She can feel the noises, threatening to escape. The wooden paddle brushes gently over her red bottom, soothing it, but it only makes her jerk forward in pain. Another two smacks. He finally hits fourty.
He hits her aching ass again and again. Finally, he reaches fourty-five. "The last five," he begins, rubbing the paddle onto her uncomfortably. She squirms slightly. "The last five will increase in intensity." She whimpers, and she feels a scorching pain on her scalp. "I said quiet!" He demands. She silences herself. Smack. Smack. They echo louder and louder, and Bella tries to arch away from her punishment.
Louder and louder the smacks reverberate through the room. She can feel the tears trail down her cheeks, along with the steady gush of liquid from between her legs. She never failed to be turned on by her punishments, though she didn't exactly beg for them either. Her last one is done with such force that she lets out a garbled yelp. Fifty. She hears him walk away from her. A drawer is opened and closed. Another smack on her ass causes her to howl in pain.
He stands in front of her and bends down, never once looking at her. A key turns in the lock of the handcuffs around her wrists. Her leash is untied. She stands on all fours, looking up at him with sad eyes. He growls and she moves her gaze to the floor.
"Don't you give me that. You've been a very bad girl today. Bad girl, Bella. Bad." She whimpers pathetically, sitting up to beg. He tugs her leash forward, making her have to move a few inches to not fall flat on her face. "Down," he commands sternly. She lowers herself, keeping her eyes locked on the floor.
"You've been a very bad girl today, Isabella. I want you to understand that. Do you? Speak." She barked once, an affirmation to his words. He tugs on the leash gently, indicating he wanted to move. Tingles of pain shot up her spine with every step she took. They pass Tyler on the way down the stairs. "Tyler, do me a favor. Bring Isabella's cage back down, will you? And bring me a bottle of water in the red room." He nods and stomps his way upstairs.
Bella instantly panics. She hates the red room. It was her punishment room. It was where she went when she did something really bad. The walls were painted dark, crimson red, and there wasn't a toy in sight. Only a second cage, some bowls, a litter box, and a flogger. She tries to pull away, whimpering when her Master tugs her closer. She almost collides with his leg. She looks up at him as he pulls out a key to unlock the room door.
"Behave," he orders sternly. She whimpers again, begging with her eyes for him not to put her in this room.
He walks in, pulling her with him, and closes the door. She is released from her leash. "Sit," he commands. She looks up at him and whines. "Isabella. Sit," he says once again, demanding this time. She whimpers and sits slowly, flinching from the pain as she connects her red bottom with the heels of her feet. "I want you to understand I'm no doing this just to hurt you, girl. But you were bad, so you have to be punished."
She whines and try to lick his face. It always elicits a laugh from him. He pushes her away a little. "I'll get you for dinner when I'm ready." He walks away, leaving her there. She gets up and crawls, following him. He turns around. "Sit." She sits, trying ignore the pain shooting through her nervous system. He pushes her water dish in front of her, the silver bowl filled. "Stay." She whimpers. She can't follow him now.
He opens the door and leaves, locking it behind him. Her legs have rubbed together on the walk, arousing her and making her want to cum. She whimpers, but no one hears. She takes a lap of water from her bowl and stares at the door, waiting for him to return.
"Dinner." She looks up at her Master. He frowns at her and clips on her leash. She is lead from the room to the dinner table. Jessica and Tyler don't give her any acknowledgement. "I've asked them to ignore you. That's the second part of your punishment." She whines and looks down into her food bowl. Empty. Her water dish is full.
She nudges her Master's leg. He looks down at her but does not speak. She walks back and picks her bowl up with her mouth, rubbing it against his leg. When she has his attention, she uses her big brown eyes to beg for her dinner. He grabs the bowl and walks to the stove. He ladles something inside and sets it back on her rug.
She ate ravenously. Soup was her favorite meal, especially sprinkled with crackers. After finishing her food, she laps at some water. Her bladder makes itself known. She crawls to the backdoor and whines. Everyone ignores her. She barks. "Shut that damn barking up!" Her Master yells. She falters at his words, but chooses to continue to get his attention. He rounds the corner angrily. "Quiet," he says, using a hand signal. She whimpers and looks towards the door before moving her gaze back to him.
He grabs an extra leash off the hook and clips it on before pushing the door open. She runs outside, moving towards the fence and lifting one leg. The pee streams out and waters the plants beneath her, most of it sliding down the side of her leg. He tugs on her leash. "You've peed. Now let's go." She follows him back inside. He removes the leash and looks her over.
"You need a bath," he mutters to himself. He looks down at her and starts walking. "Come," he says. She follows again. Up the stairs and into the master bathroom. He pats the tub. "Sit." She sits herself in, looking around at the orange walls and white sink and toilet. "Stay," he warns. He turns on the faucet. She jerks backward, startled by the noise.
"Stay," he repeats, petting her until she calms. The water fills the tub and her Master squirts a fine amount of soap on a scrubbing brush. He washes her thoroughly, cleaning everything. After her bath, she is lead back to the playroom. Without warning, he pulls the butt-plug tail from her, making her moan. He smiles wickedly and continues walking. He sits and pats the bench, indicating he wants her up there. She jumps onto it and looks at him expectantly.
"Turn." She turns around, whimpering when she feel his fingers probing her with something cold. She pushes into him, wanting more, but a firm slap on her ass makes her yelp. "Bad girl," he grounds out, and she goes back to whimpering. He puts another finger in her, making it three. At the last second, he removes his hand and sticks in a vibrating plug. It stretches her, not more than her tail did, but almost the same amount. A second later she shivers as she feels the low vibrations of inside of her. "Back," he commands. She lies back, watching as he straps her down.
She tests her bonds. Strong. He gives her the same smile as before and brushes a gentle hand over her clit. She jerks and howls, tugging at her bonds. Another pass. She repeats her actions, desperate for another touch. He smiles. "You know, I would have given you a treat today. But now, I'll have to punish you more instead."
He gets out a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. He put each of the clamps on, screwing them on tightly. She arched her back, grounding her teeth and growling in pain. He sticks a finger into her soaking wet pussy. She moaned and whined. "Look how wet you are for me. Me. You are mine." She is dripping, aching and horny and wet. "Aw, is my girl in heat? God, just look how wet you are. You're like a leaking faucet."
She grew wetter at his words. She whimpered, begging, pleading with him to touch her. She needed friction. Anything. He swirled his digit inside of her, hitting her sweet spot. She arched, howling. She could feel the plug in her ass, vibrating, no helping with her hold off on release. She needed him to fuck her.
"Do you want my cock, my sweet girl? Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?" She could hear the clink of his belt as it hit the floor, and the soft thud of his denim pants falling to the ground. He slams his cock into her, not giving her any time to prepare herself. She moans, loud, panting even louder. "Beg. Beg, girl. You want me to fuck you tonight? Do you?"
She whimpers pathetically, begging with her eyes. He circles her clit with his thumb, flicking it gently. A guttural groan leaves her throat and he pulls out before slamming into her again. A rhythmic pace is set, and soon she is whining again, whimpering and pulling at her restraints. He fucks her, pounding into her, creating wonderful sensations throughout her body. He growls as she arches, thrusting into him.
"Do. Not. Cum," he orders through his teeth as he continues to fuck her. She whimpers, barking and pleading with him to let her cum. He growls and whistles. This is her signal not to cum. She can't keep holding it. He starts to move faster and harder and rougher. She mewls at him, trying once again. She gets the same response. His thrusts are erratic now, faster, harder, faster, rougher, harder.
She can no longer hold back. Her orgasm shakes through her as she clenches around his cock, milking him of his release. He stops before looking down at her, shaking his head. "Bad Bella. Bad girl. I told you not to cum." She whines and looks away, hoping he won't spank her again. She wouldn't be able to take it. "Well, if you want to cum so much, you might as well enjoy it." He undoes the straps holding her to the bench. "Down," he commands. She drops to all fours.
"Stay," he says before leaving, rounding the corner. He comes back a few minutes later with a vibrator. She gulps, staring at the small device. "Back." She rolls onto her back, exposing her belly to him. "Open your legs." She complies. He slides it in, the toy being lubricated by itself from her already slick folds. A button is pressed. She groans at the vibrations it sends through her. Her eyes close of their own accord and she relishes in the pleasure she feels.
Something hard smacks her cheek. She looks at a thick cock inches from her lips. "Since you like cumming without permission, let's see you cum until you can't take anymore. Now suck," he demands. She sits up, parting her lips, and her Master uses his hands to push her head down onto him, placing his hard cock into her mouth, thrusting up into the back of her throat. She pulls him in deep, swallowing around the head of his cock.
He moans, and she moans as well, the vibration in her wet sex increasing. She begins to move faster, nibbling at his steel hard dick. "Maybe if you're a good girl and make me cum nice and hard, I'll forget about your punishment." She picks up the pace, licking and sucking furiously. The other vibrator continues to buzz in her ass, moving against her prostate deliciously.
She growls and bites down, and he gasps, moaning loud. She clenches her legs together, trying to keep from cumming and earning herself another punishment. She whimpered, nearly choking on his dick and accidentely bit down. He growled and gasped out his words as she felt something warm and salty filling her mouth and traveling down her throat. "Ugh, cum...cum when you want..."
Hearing his command, accompanied by his breathy moan, she released a torrent a liquid. The clear fluid gushed out of her. The vibrator kept going, making her climax again and again. She howled as she shook, squirting foamy white fluid from inside her. She whimpered, begging him to turn it off. Her eyes met his and he smirked. His hands grabbed her hips, pinning her to the floor.
"Stay," he ordered, before diving for her sensitive pussy. His tongue flicks at her sensitive clit and she bucks forward, whimpering louder, trying to catch his attention. His fingers plunge into her, grabbing the vibrator and pulling it from her, but he continues to lick at her, driving his fingers into her, forcing her into orgasm after orgasm.
After he stops to pause, she falls backward, panting heavily and still squirming from the plug in her ass. He chuckles. "Learned your lesson yet?" She whimpers, barely able to get the sound out. Her throat is hoarse and she can barely bark, but she gives him a weak yap. He turns her over gently and removes the plug from her ass.
She shakes again, moaning intensely as she goes through her last orgasm. He smiles and sits on the floor, pulling her head into his lap. "Good girl..."
And she smiles, pleased that's she's pleased her Master.