The Doctor's Pet (12 page)

“Kirk!” It was as if all she could say was his name as the feeling of fullness began to increase along with regret.

“Shhh, pet,” he soothed her. “You’ve been quite agitated lately, perhaps this is precisely what you need, a good internal cleaning.”

Tessa let out a little sob, her bottom clenching around the hard base of the nozzle that was delivering its slow payload to her insides. There were cramping sensations as the water seeped deeper, relieved partly by the way his palm and fingers were massaging her lower belly. She was completely in Kirk’s control, her body completely at his mercy.

“There,” he said after a few minutes. “I think you’re full enough, pet.”

“Yes!” she agreed immediately. She was more than full, full of the water, of the thick nozzle, of all sorts of swirling guilt eddying along with the water in her belly.

Kirk placed his hand on her left cheek and slowly began to ease the nozzle out. Tessa gasped and moaned, her anus tender with the motion as it was stretched all over again. This time she felt a little warm trickle as some of the water escaped. She needed the toilet badly.

“I gotta go, Kirk.”

“So go, pet.”

A fierce hot blush ran over her entire body. He wasn’t going to just sit there and… her stomach cramped, making the question completely moot. Scrambling up from the floor, Tessa made it to the toilet just in time to let the water flow out of her in what felt like one shameful rushing torrent. She did not make eye contact with Kirk as the contents of the enema flowed from her, but she knew his eyes were on her. She felt as though her entire body were on fire, hot rushes flowing over her skin in great pulsing motions as wave after wave of embarrassment hit.

“Come here, pet.”

Tessa hit the flush button and wished she could be taken away with the rushing water. Of course, she could not. He was beckoning her back over to his feet. She went, sinking to her knees because it gave her an easy means to avoid his eyes.

As she sat back down next to him on the cool floor, he ran his hands through her hair gently and slid them down over her body to her hips, where he eased her up to a hands-and-knees position once more. Tessa closed her eyes as he used a warm cloth to gently clean away the excess lubrication and wetness from the enema. His soothing touch went some way to calm her, but did not in any way erase her embarrassment—which was not over yet.

To her shock, he applied a fresh lot of lubricating gel and began pressing something thick inside her bottom. She would have known what it was if she’d opened her eyes, but they were still firmly shut. A soft brushing against her inner thighs soon told her that it was her tail he’d inserted, along with a butt plug that stretched her more than the enema plug had, leaving her with a sense of perpetual fullness.

The tail swished back and forth with every little motion she made, reminding her beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was his pet. She was his in every way. With her tail in place, she couldn’t quite bring herself to pretend that she was an independent woman playing a game with her handsome doctor lover. The truth of it was that she was actually his. This was more real a moment than any of the times she’d pretended to have her life in order.

“Come, pet,” he said, standing up. “We are not finished yet.”

He put his hand down to help her stand, saving her from having to crawl over the hard bathroom floor. A small mercy, but a tender one. She felt him press his lips to her temple in a brief kiss before leading her out of the room and back to his bedroom, every step bringing with it the swishing of her blond tail between her thighs.

The cage was still there, waiting. This time Tessa did not complain. She slipped down to her hands and knees and more or less put herself away.

“Very good, my pet,” Kirk said, closing the door behind her. There was a metallic sound as two bolts slid home, and she was trapped. Truly caged, a naked pet with a very clean rear and a tail bobbing between her buttocks with every little motion she made.

“Now you wait here,” he said, as if she had some kind of choice in the matter. “I will be back for you soon to complete the lesson.”

He walked away, leaving her alone in the cage. As she began to calm down a little, Tessa could not believe she was really behind bars. She’d known Kirk would do something in response to the assault on his shoes, but she hadn’t suspected this in a million years. A cage. A real cage. She spent a few minutes looking for some way to escape, but the construction was solid and heavy. She was not going to get out until he let her out.

Stuck in the small space with nothing to do but think about the events that had led to her being confined, Tessa realized she’d made a mistake, a huge mistake, even. The look in his eyes as he’d put her into the cage was not like any she’d seen before. He had not been concerned by her behavior at all; if anything there was something anticipatory about the way he’d talked about the rest of her punishment. The enema, embarrassing as it had been, was not enough to atone for her behavior. The cage was not enough either. The tail wasn’t even a punishment, just an indelible reminder that she was his naughty little pet.

She heard the bedroom door creak open. Her heart skipped a beat and then began hammering in her chest as Kirk strode around the bed, so damn handsome her juices began to flow at the mere sight of him.

He opened the cage door without so much as a word, and for a long moment she was not sure if she wanted to leave the safety of the bars. She was confined, to be sure, but she was not suffering a stinging bottom.

“Out you come, pet,” Kirk urged her. “Your punishment awaits.”

Finding her courage, Tessa crawled out of the cage and rose to her feet, wishing he wasn’t so very much taller than her. He dwarfed her completely as he put his hand on her collar and steered her from the bedroom to the lounge that looked out over the city.

For once, she was not entranced by the skyline. Instead her eyes were drawn by a contraption that looked not unlike a pommel horse with four iron bars located around it at ninety-degree intervals, each of them with the rings she knew must be used for binding the user in place.

Kirk led her to the horse and pressed her firmly over it lengthwise. The padded leather was actually quite comfortable under her belly and breasts, her thighs and arms hanging limply at first, until he began to put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, shackling her to the iron surrounds. Tessa found herself held in a spread-eagled position, her thighs parted, her pussy and ass completely exposed. Her tail hung down between her legs, the thick plug making her rear pulse as the soft strands of fur brushed against her nether-lips.

He said not a word during the preparations. When she was fully locked in place, he walked around to her head, ran his fingers through her hair, then clenched tightly. With his other hand he lowered the zip of his fly and his cock sprang out, long, thick, more than ready to fuck her. She could smell his desire, the scent of glistening pre-cum as he pressed his cock to her mouth, sliding himself between her lips without so much as a request.

He pressed into her mouth and she suckled at his cock almost out of instinct, welcoming his manhood with her hot, wet tongue. He groaned her name as he used her most thoroughly, thrusting deep over her tongue almost to the back of her throat. The sound of his cock plundering her wet mouth filled the room, along with her moans as she started to get caught up in the moment, her pussy getting incredibly wet.

She could feel his cock leaping and swelling between her lips and knew that he was going to come. This was all about his climax; she was the instrument of his desire and he knew how to make every part of her mouth please him.

With a primal cry, Kirk came down her throat, pumping his seed over her tongue, then pulling out to paint the last of it over her lips. Greedily, she licked it away, sticky and wet and pungently male. Having come, Kirk looked down and locked eyes with her for the first time since thrusting his cock inside her. She met his gaze and a tremor of erotic excitement ran through her belly. He was not done with her, not by a long way.

He walked away a few steps and picked up something thick and rubber. She recognized it as the sole of the shoe she’d been desecrating earlier.

“Now then, pet,” he said. “I think this is a poetic punishment, don’t you?”

Tessa didn’t reply. She was hoping if she stayed quiet, he’d take that as some kind of remorse, or something. Anything she had to say would almost certainly get her in trouble.

When she stayed quiet, he flipped the length of her tail up over her back and slapped the base of the shoe against her rear. The hard rubber left a hell of a sting in its wake, making her jolt against her bonds and gasp as the heat ran through her.

“Nothing to say, pet?”

“My tongue is still recovering from what you just did to it.”

Dammit. As soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew it came across as some smart-ass response. Kirk didn’t take kindly to that at all. In the next thirty seconds, no fewer than six hard swats were landed on her vulnerable buttocks, each of them making her cry out with pain. This was no cutesy little spanking. This hurt.

“An apology might be a good idea, when it suits you, of course,” he said in genteel tones before landing another six blazing swats of the rubber shoe on her bottom. Tessa squealed at the top of her lungs as her bottom seemed to swell with every slap, the heat building to a crescendo that set her senses aflame.

Kirk kept spanking her with the rubber sole, hard, heavy swats jolting her spread body against the leather beneath her. She could feel wetness growing between her thighs and trickling down over her clit to pool on the leather. With every jolt, the hard nub of her clit rode against the lubricated leather, adding a twist of erotic energy to the thrashing.

She gasped for air and for reprieve, but Kirk did not let up. Another six swats landed, three to each of her cheeks. She should have been screaming for mercy, cursing him for making her bottom feel as though it were so swollen she would never sit again, but all she could do was grind her hips and arch her back and clench the muscles low in her belly to try to satisfy the desire that was rocketing through her body.

As if reading her mind, Kirk dropped the shoe and thrust his cock deep inside her wet pussy, making her tight walls stretch wide around him with rough strokes. He fucked her with a steady, controlled rhythm that told her he was in no hurry to come again. Spread, bound, and completely at his mercy, Tessa could think of nothing but the thick manhood sliding between her lips, impaling her with every thrust. Her plugged anus made everything tighter and hotter, the plug grinding and shifting inside her with every move he made.

“Is this the lesson you needed, Tessa?” Kirk ground the question out as his hips slapped against her heated rear. “Did you need to know you could be caged and bound and thrashed and fucked? Did you doubt me?”

“No! Yes! No!” She didn’t know what the answer to anything was. All she knew was that she needed him inside her. He had pulled out, leaving just the thick tip of his cock inside her clenching cunt, her pussy desperately grinding with an animal passion that made her feel more like his pet than ever. What was the point of human pretense? There was nothing civilized about the way he made her feel. She was as wanton as any bitch in heat, her inner walls clenching eagerly, trying to draw him back in.

Tessa let out a little growl of need, metal clinking against metal as she thrust her body back, demanding more from her mate. Kirk clapped his hands on her hips and held her still, depriving her of the last vestiges of control. His cock slid out of her hot, wet channel and she was left empty of his flesh.

“Kirk!”

“I’m not finished with you, Tessa,” he growled back, slapping her bottom with his palm, then landing another slap lower, dead across her pussy lips. She bucked against the leather beneath as he gave her cunt a swift slapping, making her swollen lips grow all the more, burgeoning with heat and moisture and desire.

“You were a naughty little pet,” he reminded her as he thrust his cock back into her spanked pussy, making her squeal. The spanking had made her lips tender and when his cock slid between them, new thrills of heat and friction were added to the sensations wracking her body.

He fucked her hard and fast, slamming his cock inside her with thrust after thrust until she was sure she could take it no more. Orgasm was building, in spite of her aching ass and her tender lips; the bud of her clit was as hard as it had ever been, pulsing with a rhythm of its own as he pounded inside her.

She came while he fucked her, not slowing for a second as her pussy began to clench and quiver and heat rushed through her body all the way from her toes to her scalp. Every muscle tensed as she arched and rode back against him, her eager cunt clamping down to try to draw his seed out of him. Her pussy was denied that reward, however; Kirk was not done taking her, not in the least. As one orgasm subsided, like waves on the shore, another one began, urged into being by the insistent thrusting that did not abate for all her wailing and writhing.

He kept fucking her, even past the point she thought she could take it. Her poor pussy was aching, her naked body covered in a sheen of sweat as a second orgasm followed, and then a third began to swell. She was beginning to tire, her limbs trembling from the exertion of repeated climaxes, but Kirk showed no mercy. When she stopped grinding her pussy against the leather, he took over for her, rubbing the little bud with his thick, powerful fingers.

“Come, Tessa,” he urged. “Come for me, pet.”

She couldn’t have resisted if she’d wanted to. Her body was responding to his touch with a primal response that overrode everything. She came, her pussy clasping his cock in a velvet grip that held him so tight she felt him jerk and then his seed was pouring inside her, his cum coating the well-fucked walls of her pussy in great spurting splashes.

As the last vestiges of her climax faded, she slumped against the horse beneath her, almost insensate. Kirk slid himself from her swollen pussy and unclipped her from her restraints. She felt herself being hauled up into his arms and carried back to bed, where he lay down with her and held her close. He was naked; she didn’t know when his clothes had melted away, but it was a reward all of its own to press her bare body against his, feel the heat of his passion for her sinking through her skin. Her tail was still in place as Kirk’s fingers played over her hips and her very sore bottom, ran up the backs of her thighs and then he rubbed his hand up the length of her spine in a long caress, kissing her all the while.