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  “Yes,” he agreed with her unspoken statement. “I’d say you’re more than mine now, aren’t you, Sarah. Your sweet, tight little pussy is filled with me.”

  He slid his fingers out and thrust his cock back inside her. This time he wasn’t slow or gentle. This time his hips pistoned hard and fast while his teeth grazed her neck. He was reinforcing his claim, taking her pussy with an animal passion that hammered home the fact that she truly was his.

  Sarah screamed his name, her name, the names of every deity she’d ever heard of as she was pounded against the mattress. She was worn out from the erotic ordeal, so much so that it was all she could do to wrap her legs around him and take the storm of his desire inside her swollen sex.

  It did not take long for Austin to find his second climax. With a growl he bit down on her neck and drove himself deep inside her, filling her bare pussy with another shot of potent seed. He thrust several more times, making sure it was as deep as it could be before sliding to the side and pulling her close.

  There were no more words then. Just the beating of their hearts and the slow seeping of semen from Sarah’s nether lips as they both fell into a deep, thoroughly content sleep.

  Chapter Three

  Waking in Austin’s arms the next morning was a novel experience for Sarah. It had been a very long time since a lover had been anything but someone who slipped away in the light of dawn.

  Unfortunately, so was the time she woke up at.

  “Wha…” she groaned blearily. “Why… It’s the middle of the night.”

  “It’s seven a.m.,” he said. “Time to have some breakfast and take Nunu for a walk.”

  “No,” she whined, hiding beneath the blankets. “Time to sleep.”

  “Nope.” He swept the covers back and scooped his arms under her somnolent form. Sarah found herself hauled out of bed and deposited on her feet on the floor. “Go on,” he said. “Get the coffee on.”

  “Coffee is a toxin,” Sarah muttered as she scuffed off to the kitchen to prepare their morning beverage. This was the part of their arrangement she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to handle, the part where she had to do as she was told even when she wasn’t wet and aroused.

  Austin strolled in a few minutes later, looking tousled but rested. She was still somewhat preverbal as he poured them both cups of coffee and retired to the garden table to drink his.

  “Are you sulking?” He asked the question mildly as she joined him, very much pouting.

  “No,” Sarah scowled. “But this is stupid.”

  “You need discipline,” he reminded her. “Without it, you end up in a heap. So why don’t you try relaxing and letting me give you what you need instead of fighting me every step of the way? I’m used to stubborn little beasts. Don’t think you’re going to wear me out.”

  Sarah hid behind her coffee mug as much as that was humanly possible.

  “I can’t wake up this early,” she muttered. “It’s inhuman. This is not a time for people to be awake. Even Nunu isn’t up yet.”

  She was right. Nunu remained wrapped up in his blankets on the couch, stoically asleep.

  “Nunu!” Austin called his name. Nunu did not stir.

  “He puts himself to bed every night at eleven and doesn’t get up until nine,” Sarah said. “He has a routine.”

  “He’s the only one in this house who does,” Austin said. “He’ll get up when he realizes there’s something in it for him.”

  “And what’s in it for me?”

  “Not having your butt warmed before the walk, though that’s becoming a lot less likely every minute you spend not eating breakfast.” He looked at his watch. “If we’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’m going to spank you.”

  “Spank me now,” Sarah said. “Then I can at least go back to bed.”

  Austin cleared a place on the table and pointed to it. “Bend over.”

  “Fine,” Sarah shrugged. “I don’t care.”

  She bent over, lifting her bottom high with gleeful defiance. “Spank me.”

  “Oh, I’ll spank you,” he said, pushing her nightshirt up over her hips. “We’ll see how eager you are once I’m done with you.”

  Sarah held position and waited for his palm to fall. It didn’t. She heard him messing around in the kitchen, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. It became clear fairly quickly when he returned to her side, put his palm on her lower back and smacked her hard with something much smaller and harder than his hand.

  “What the hell is that?”

  “It’s a wooden spoon,” he said. “Very effective on spoiled brats who don’t think that a spanking is a big deal.” He brought the spoon down again several more times, whacking her hard and fast. Each swat burst across her bottom with a sting that seemed far greater than such a relatively small implement could be expected to have. An ache followed, quickly replaced by another sting when he brought the spoon down yet again.

  Sarah tried to stand up, but Austin held her firmly in place, spanking her through increasingly vociferous complaints.

  “Austin! Cut it out!”

  “No,” he said. “You asked for this, remember? You wanted me to spank you.”

  “I didn’t want you to beat me with a wooden spoon,” she complained.

  “This is not a beating,” he said. “You’re red, but you’re not bruised yet.”

  “Oh, well, good for you,” she bit back sarcastically. “You haven’t bruised me… yet.”

  Austin swatted the spoon against her lower cheek again. “I won’t either, no matter how much you push. There are a lot of ways to punish a brat. This spoon is just a starter.”

  “Let me up or I’m going to throw the sugar bowl at you.”

  “Do that and you’ll spend the rest of the day atoning for it,” Austin said. “I don’t have any appointments, so I can devote the next twelve hours making you one very sorry girl if you don’t behave.”

  He smacked her with the spoon again, catching her on the other cheek in much the same way. It felt to Sarah as though every inch of her bottom had been spanked, but that didn’t matter to Austin. He landed the spoon in the same place several times, making her squeal indignantly.

  “I swear to God, Austin. Lemme up!”

  “You asked me for a spanking,” Austin reminded her yet again. “And now you’re getting it. All you needed to do was get up and go for a nice walk. Instead you’ve got a very red bottom and you’re on the verge of a tantrum, which I don’t advise by the way.”

  “I am not on the verge of a tantrum!” Sarah grabbed the sugar bowl and hurled it backwards. It went flying through the air, spilling sugar in great white cascades. It missed Austin entirely, but did hit the counter where it smashed into myriad pieces, depositing the remains of its contents on the floor amid broken ceramic.

  There was silence in the aftermath of the crash, then a sharp yowl as Austin smacked her bottom hard and hauled her up against his body. “That was a mistake.”

  He marched her back to the bedroom and propelled her into the corner opposite the bed. “Stay,” he said firmly.

  Sarah did not stay; she came out almost immediately. Austin moved her back into position and repeated the command in a firm tone.

  “I’m not a dog, don’t talk to me like one.”

  “No talking,” he said. “That was completely unacceptable. You’re going to stay here and be quiet until I tell you otherwise.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  Sarah thoroughly expected him to sigh and give in, or perhaps become frustrated, or to raise his voice. He did none of those things. Every time she left the corner he put her back in, his hand on the back of her neck.

  “I can do this all day,” he said when almost half an hour had elapsed. “I hope you realize that.”

  “I know,” Sarah snarked over her shoulder. “You’ve made it very clear that you don’t have much of a life.”

  There was no response to her rudeness. No matter how badly behaved she was, Austin was fir
m and determined. It was almost a full hour later by the time she stopped lurching out of the corner at every opportunity.

  “Good,” he said after she had stood there compliantly for a few minutes. “Now you can put some shoes on, go to the kitchen, and clean up your mess. I’m going to let Nunu out and feed him.”

  Sarah did as she was told, not because she wanted to, but because she realized that she really didn’t have much in the way of a choice. As she swept up the broken sugar bowl and spilled sugar, she felt a welling of shame. It was not acceptable to break things, especially in the course of a punishment she’d asked for. Yes, the spanking had hurt. Her skin was still swollen and tight as a result of it, but she had gone out of her way to deserve it.

  Austin was putting up with a lot from her, especially given all he’d previously put up with. Hot tears began to prick at her eyes as she realized just how destructive she was being, not just to sugar bowls, but to any chance of enjoying her time with Austin. It wasn’t every day that an attractive, intelligent man who was also dynamite in bed came into her life.

  She wrapped the broken shards in newspaper and deposited them in the garbage. By that time Nunu was back. He raced to her and began licking her face, catching several salty tears with his tongue.

  “Stop, Nunu,” she giggled through her sadness. It was impossible to feel bad with the little ball of love snuggling as close to her as he could get.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, avoiding Austin’s gaze. “I shouldn’t have thrown that at you. I agreed to everything and I’m just… I’m messing it all up, aren’t I?”

  He drew her into a warm hug. “This is new to you,” he said. “And you’re a headstrong, stubborn woman. It’s no surprise to me that you’re resisting it. But I’m glad you’re realizing that it’s very counterproductive. How about we let Nunu finish his breakfast and take that walk?”

  It was almost nine by the time they took their walk. It had been two hours of tears, struggles, and soreness, but Sarah found that it was actually quite nice to stroll through the park. There weren’t many people there at that time of day thanks to the fact that most were at their office jobs. When Austin took her hand and led her deep into some of the forest trails, she made no objection.

  They stopped in a clearing for a reason she didn’t understand, but assumed had something to do with Nunu’s needs. She was wrong. Austin looped Nunu’s leash around a sturdy branch and gave the dog a chew toy to entertain him. Sarah did not know what was happening, until Austin slid his hand up the back of her neck and drew her into a passionate kiss that demanded more than just her mouth.

  No words passed between them as he hoisted her up, his large palms covering her well spanked cheeks as he pressed her back against a tree, kissing her thoroughly even as he used one hand to slide his zip down and push her panties to the side.

  There was no foreplay, but she was ready for him nonetheless, her pussy wet from the moment he’d laid hands on her. When he slid inside her he was met with hot, wet walls parting willingly for him, traces of his seed no doubt still lingering inside her from the night before.

  Austin fucked her against the tree, her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her and thrust inside her, his cock rampant through the fly of his pants. Her skirt hid the actual thrusting of his member, but anyone coming upon them would certainly have known what was taking place. There was no way to hide the flushing of her cheeks and upper chest, or the way he plunged inside her time and time again.

  Yet again, he came inside her bare pussy, shooting his cum deep inside her. It slid out between her lips and coated her upper thighs as he withdrew his cock and tucked it away, transforming back to a respectable member of society in seconds. Sarah was not so quick to recover. She was wet and sticky, her hair was a mess, and her face was a hot pink color.

  “You’re gorgeous when you’ve been fucked,” he said, kissing her again. “I could spend all day playing with that hot little pussy.”

  His ardor seemed endless, a primal force that betrayed her idea of him. He seemed so proper and yet when he opened his mouth, or touched her, that illusion was swept away.

  “On your knees,” he said. “I want you to suck me.”

  “But you just came…”

  “Does that matter?”

  Sarah went to her knees and looked up at him as he freed his cock. It still glistened with her juices and his, and when he pressed it into her mouth she could taste both of them there. Austin slid his hips forward, urging his somewhat turgid member forward over her tongue. As she suckled on him, she felt him growing hard all over again.

  “Bend over and put your hands on the tree.”

  “Again?” She asked the question even as she obeyed.

  “I want you,” he said, tossing her skirt high as he took position behind her. This time there was no illusion of modesty. Her round bare bottom, complete with reddened cheeks, was visible to the world. Austin stood behind her and pressed his cock back into the tight clasp of her pussy, thrusting forward with a languidly slow stroke. His recent satisfaction meant that he was in no hurry to find his second climax, which meant that Sarah was stuck there with her bare pussy wrapped around his cock for as long as he saw fit.

  “That’s a good girl,” he crooned as he slid himself deep inside her and then withdrew almost all the way. She could feel the mushroom flared head of his cock sitting just outside her pussy, his head parting her lips ever so slightly. “You know how to behave yourself when you’re being taken by your owner, don’t you.”

  Owner. The word sent shivers through Sarah’s body and soul. That was a word that encapsulated precisely the way she was feeling. Austin had taken her, made her his. She belonged to him and try as she might to misbehave sometimes, that didn’t change anything. The hot manhood now pressing deep inside her pussy was a symbol of her new reality.

  Austin slid his hand up her back and wrapped it around the back of her neck. “I’m going to have you wear my collar,” he said with a soft grunt. “Complete with a tag with my details on it so if anyone finds you wandering they know who to call.”

  She was now being overtly compared to a domestic pet, but there was a certain playful tenderness in his tone that made it incredibly hot. Austin had taken ownership of her and he was making very good use of her too. Four times in twelve hours he had taken her pussy. Never before had she been so very thoroughly fucked. She could not imagine how things would possibly get more intense—but Austin surprised her.

  He reached into his pocket and took something out, a light coiled leather leash, which he slipped around her neck and doubled around on itself so that it pulled firmly. Sarah’s pussy clenched in response. She was now literally on his leash; when he gave it a little tug, she felt his power and his control in a whole new way. It made her slide her hips back, her cunt swallowing his cock eagerly.

  “Like a little bitch in heat,” he murmured.

  Sarah felt his hand sliding under his cock, catching wetness from her lips. She was soaking with both her juices and his residual cum. He lifted his fingers and used her own viscous juices as a lubricant as he began playing with her bottom hole. She let out a little moan as he circled his fingertips there, adding another layer of erotic complexity. Caught, leashed, fucked, and now subject to anal exploration, Sarah was beyond the realm of normal thought. She could only feel. Her body was one mass of sensation, sensual stimulation rushing through her flesh.

  By the time Austin came and finally allowed her the same release, she was completely weak-kneed and unable to stand. He caught her in his arms as she crumpled and held her close, the leash still wrapped around her neck as he cradled her against his strong body.

  “If I’d known that’s what you meant by walk, I wouldn’t have objected so much,” she smiled.

  “Well, I suppose in the future you’ll have to consider the idea that there may be rewards for obedience,” he replied, tapping her nose gently with his forefinger, then dropping a kiss on it. “Let’s get Nunu home.”
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  Chapter Four

  It was a Friday night and Sarah was waiting for Austin to come and pick her up. They were on their way to a party with his friends, the only party Sarah was allowed to attend, so she had been informed. She was terribly curious about Austin’s friends. She had seen them coming and going from afar for months. They didn’t look like military people. They looked like, well, normal people. But they couldn’t be normal, not if they were friends with Austin. Austin was the least normal man Sarah had ever met.

  A knock at the door made her clap her hands with excitement. She rushed to the door and flung it open.

  Austin stepped forward, pressed a tender kiss to her lips, and ran his hand down her back to cup her bottom. “Hello, my pet,” he drawled. “You look gorgeous.”

  Those three words vindicated the two hours she had spent getting ready and squeezing into the little black dress that made her feel simultaneously sexy and self-conscious. Her full figure was very much on display in that garment, her full buttocks especially prominent under stretch fabric. She was panty-less to avoid any unsightly lines, a fact that made her feel vulnerable and naughty in equal measure.

  “I have something for you,” he said. His other hand came out from behind his back, holding a box that looked like a large jewelry case. He flipped it open to reveal not a necklace, but a leather collar, complete with a tag. The little round disc was ringed with diamonds and bore Sarah’s name on the front.

  “Oh, my God…”

  He flipped the tag over and she saw that it had his name on the back, along with his cell phone number.

  “Oh, my God!” Sarah clapped her hand over her mouth. “Are you serious?”

  “You know I am,” he said. “I promised you this, did I not?”

  “No, I mean yes, but…”

  “But you thought I didn’t mean it.” He chuckled softly. “One of these days you’re going to realize that I always mean what I say. Turn around.”

  He put the leather collar around her neck as if it were a necklace, but this was no mere necklace, no simple token of affection. It was a sign of ownership and it carried a weight that went far beyond the physical. As he buckled it at the back of her neck and she felt the cool tag settle against her skin, a sense of being owned swept over her like never before. She was literally wearing his mark now, his collar.