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  She changed her position, lifting up a bit, and turned her head to look at me. There was a smoldering in her half closed eyes.

  I didn’t even need to ask the question if she wanted this. It was written all over her face. “I’m going to fuck you now.” The mewl that left her mouth had my cock trying to rip its way out of my pants. “Back in position.”

  Her head went back down and my pants came off. I took off my socks and shirt too. We were both completely nude, with the exception of her collar. Kneeling behind her, I moved her tail so that it was laying on the small of her back. She shifted and pushed her ass out a bit further. She was so eager, such a slut for me.

  Taking my cock in hand, I rubbed my head between her wet lips. They were pink, puffy and bare. She was wriggling and breathing hard. I ran the tip of my cock up and down her slit until I didn’t think either of us could take it anymore. Grabbing a hold of both of her hips, I thrust in hard and fast.

  “Ohhhhh!” she screamed out.

  She wasn’t talking, but it was the first time I’d heard her voice other than her scream at the club. It was soft, sweet and very sexy. Wanting to hear more of it, I pulled back and thrust in hard again. I wasn’t disappointed. Again, she yelled out. My body turned into a machine. I fucked her harder and faster than I’d ever fucked a woman. I was glad she had her head down on the carpet. She’d never have been strong enough to stay on all fours with the force I was pounding into her pussy.

  I buried my cock all the way into her tight little cunt. I was surprised at how tight it was, given the amount of sex she must have had. My balls slapped her pussy with each thrust. The force made her tail slip from the small of her back and hang down between her ass cheeks, touching my cock briefly when I’d pull out. I grabbed it and gave it a soft tug, so I wouldn’t pull it out. I wanted it in. My other hand moved from her hip to her breasts. Grabbing onto a nipple I resumed my pounding.

  Some women came from vaginal sex, some needed clitoral stimulation. I was about to let go of her nipple to rub her clit. I gave her nipple one last hard squeeze and Raven cried out louder than before. Rather than moving to her clit, I squeezed her nipple again, even harder.

  “Ahhhhh!” she screamed as I pounded into her.

  Twisting, pulling tugging on her tail and nipple had her crying out repeatedly. I picked up my pace and twisted even harder.

  She was full on screaming now, not just little bursts here and there. I had no idea how I was still going. Her pussy was perfect, her sounds were perfect, the way the pucker of her ass moved when I pulled on her tail was perfect. This was, by far, the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and I began to think about my release.

  If there was ever a fan of facials, it was me. I’d have loved to pull out and shoot my cum all over her face but the thought of leaving her pussy was too painful. I wanted to hold off until she came. I thought she was so close. Her body was trembling. “Come Raven,” I growled through clenched teeth, hoping it was permission that was holding her back.

  A high pitched squeal and then a low rumble filled the room. There was no doubt she was coming. Not only was wetness now running down her legs and all over my cock and balls, her pussy was spasming, milking my cock. With a few more hard thrusts, I buried myself inside of her and let go. I have no idea how much I came, but I felt a pound lighter when my balls finally relaxed and my cock stopped twitching.

  I pulled out and stared for a moment. I loved cream pies as much as facials. Watching her tiny pussy try to expel some of the cum was hot. My hand gently stroked her ass cheek while watching. Her body was very warm, covered in a sheen of sweat. I was sweaty too. I needed a shower and bed. She probably did too.

  Standing up, I lifted her to her feet as well. This seemed to surprise her because she wobbled a bit. That or she was unsteady on her feet. I would have high fived myself if I could have. To make a woman struggle to walk after sex was an accomplishment.

  “Come on Raven. You can get cleaned up and ready for bed.” I thought of her crate. “Ready to sleep,” I amended.

  Still unsure of her ability to stand on her own, I moved with my arm around her over to the couch and closed my laptop. The articles would have to wait until morning.

  I kept my hand on her as she and I walked upstairs together. At the top of the stairs was the first guest room, the one I used as my office. I motioned to it with my hand. “This is my office.” We kept walking to the second room. “Here we are,” I said, pushing the door open wider.

  The room was small, but it held a double bed, two dressers and her crate. “We can unpack tomorrow,” I said, looking at the two suitcases and her duffle bag. “Just get what you need from your duffle bag. There is a bathroom right there.” I pointed at the partially opened door leading to the bathroom. “Take a shower, do whatever you need to do to get ready for bed. Take your time. I have towels in there for you. I’ll wait here.”

  She bent down and opened her duffle bag. She pulled out a smaller bag, probably containing her toiletries. She stood and looked over at me.

  “I’ll wait for you. Take your time.”

  She went into the bathroom and I waited a minute. Once I heard the water run, I left the room. I knew she’d take a bit of time, so I went to lock up. Since the dishes were done, all I had to do was switch off a few lights, lock the front door, and head up to bed. I left my laptop next to the couch. I was glad I was letting it go for the night. I grabbed my phone though, and went to wait in the guest room.

  I could hear the shower running, so I sat on the bed and waited. After a while the water turned off and a few minutes after that, she appeared in the room. She was still nude, wearing a tail, but this time her dark hair was wet.

  The tail was dry, meaning she must have removed it for the shower. Perhaps the bathroom too? It wasn’t hot thinking of those things, but it was basic biology. Regardless, she looked sexy as fuck, and I’d have taken her again, right there, but I was tired and she looked exhausted.

  “Ready for bed?” I asked.

  She nodded and walked toward her crate. Getting down on all fours, she crawled inside the metal box, laid down on her pillows and closed her eyes.

  “Good night. I’ll just be down the hall.” Before I could even finish my sentence, she was sitting back up, eyes wide. It was the look I’d gotten when I said I was going to do dishes. I had to attribute it to nerves about sleeping in a new house.

  I left her in the room, though the look in her eyes stuck with me. I climbed into bed, half exhausted, half excited for what the next day would bring. I lay in bed a while, the vision of her eyes still in my mind. Had I done something wrong? Recalling the book Seth had given me, I got up and retrieved it from the pocket of my jeans. I flipped it open and read through the pages about her preparing and cleaning up meals. It had stated if she failed to prepare and clean up the meal, she’d be punished. It didn’t say how, but there was a little section on punishments I’d read later. Right now, I was hoping for some notes on bedtime.

  It was pretty simple. He said that she slept in her crate. That she used her own bedding and that she would wake me in the morning. Maybe that was it. Maybe she was upset because I hadn’t told her what time to wake me up and she worried she’d be in trouble.

  I walked back down the hall toward her room. I’d left the door open.

  She was still sitting there, like I’d left her staring at the door. She looked scared but when she saw me, a smile came over her face. Her body relaxed slightly.

  “I’d like you to wake me up at 6:30 tomorrow.”

  She nodded her head.

  “Thank you. Good night.” I partially closed the door and walked down the hall. I swore I heard a whimper or sob come from her room. I stopped, turned around and listened at the door. She was crying. What the fuck had I done wrong?

  I nearly opened the door, but what good would that do? I was going to consult the book again, but I decided to try Seth. I closed my bedroom door so she wouldn’t
hear my call. As I started to call him, I remembered his early flight. He might be asleep. Rather than call, I’d text.

  Me: Hey

  Seth: Everything okay?

  I was glad he’d responded back so quickly. I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t want him to think I was incompetent, but I also didn’t want Raven upset

  Me: Things are good. She is an excellent cook. I went to put her to bed and she seems upset. Any tips?

  Seth: Sometimes that happens. She gets scared. Maybe it’s the new house. You can try putting the leash on her. Attach the other end to your wrist. She likes that. It’s something I do as a reward for her, but not every night cause I hate sleeping with it on my wrist.

  Me: Her crate is down the hall. I thought she’d want her own room.

  Seth: Maybe that’s it. I don’t think she’s ever slept alone.

  It seemed so simple, maybe that was it. I opened my door and nearly tripped over her on my haste to get down the hall.

  Her nude little body was curled up on the floor in front of my door. She looked up at me in fear, as if she’d be in trouble for being there.

  “Raven,” I said bending down. “You can’t sleep here. You’re going to get cold.” The hard wood of the floor was the same in my bedroom, but I had throw rugs, and she wouldn’t be sleeping directly on it.

  She nodded and stood, taking one slow step in the direction of the guest room. I was ahead of her though. I went in and grabbed her crate. I had to collapse it to get it through the door. By the time she was at the doorway to the guest room, I was already coming out. “Come on Raven, I’d like you to sleep in my room.”

  There was this sigh that came from her and what sounded like a happy sob from deep in her chest. It made me want to do more to make her happy. There wasn’t a submissive bone in my body, yet I wanted to please her, so she’d please me.

  It took a moment to set up the crate.

  She actually seemed anxious for bed now. She started to get in.

  “Wait Raven.”

  She looked at me, the anxiety back.

  I moved the crate so it was next to my bed. If this worked, I’d move my nightstand in the morning and make a permanent place for her crate next to my bed. I stepped back and she once again crouched to crawl into it. This time there was a smile on her face. I wanted to make it bigger. “Wait Raven,” I said for the second time.

  She stopped and looked at me, the anxiety gone however.

  I walked to the dresser and picked up her leash. It looked like she held her breath as I walked across the room with it.

  Clipping it to her collar, she exhaled. “Get in,” I said. I waited until she climbed into the crate then reached through the metal grate for the other end of the leash. I fished it through, put it around my wrist and climbed in bed. I pulled up the covers and turned on my side to look at Raven who was smiling up at me.

  Her eyelids were half closed. Less than a minute later, they were completely closed and her breath was slow and even.

  I was about to fall asleep myself when I heard my phone buzz from across the room. I removed her leash from my wrist and set it on my pillow. As I crossed the room for my phone, I heard her stir. Was she really that light of a sleeper? Quickly, I grabbed it and hurried back to bed.

  She was looking at me again, but when I put the leash back around my wrist, she was back out.

  I checked my phone. Seth had texted. “Everything ok?” I looked over at Raven who was curled up sleeping and texted back. “Everything is great.”

  Chapter Four

  Raven

  Owner left me in the woods house with blue eyes. I sucked his cock. I made him dinner. He fed me and it felt good. It tasted good too. Blue eyes fucked me. It felt good. I came.

  Bedtime was scary, then wonderful. He put my leash on and held it. I laid still until he fell asleep, then I slept.

  When it was 6:25 my body woke. I unclipped my leash and left the crate. I pulled the chain through and clipped it again. It was semi hard. I watched the clock until it was 6:30. I pulled back his covers and saw his cock. I took his cock into my mouth and began to wake up blue eyes...Kade.

  Chapter Five

  Kade

  There is no feeling on the planet like being woken with someone’s warm mouth on your cock. It only took me a moment to realize what was going on. The metal chain moved across my chest as her head bobbed up and down. It was cold, but a pleasant contrast to the warmth of my skin.

  Her mouth was excellent and it didn’t take long before I was fully awake, fully erect and holding onto her hair, thrusting into her mouth. I’d come the night before, but it didn’t take long for her to have me emptying my balls into her mouth.

  As she did before, she continued sucking. I let her, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my slit, cleaning any cum from it. Her pace was slower now. I played with her hair, rubbing her scalp.

  I ran my fingers over her collar and down her leash. It was like it was part of her now. I pulled on it slightly and she stopped sucking, looking up at me. “Good morning.”

  She didn’t answer, but smiled then looked back down at my cock, as if to ask if she should keep sucking.

  If I let her, I’d end up in bed all day and she’d have a serious case of lockjaw. Besides, I wanted other things from her, things I hadn’t thought of in a while.

  “Come here,” I said, pulling her leash, bringing her face closer to mine. “Lay with me Raven.”

  Again, she smiled and laid on the bed next to me, her head on my chest.

  I gently stroked her hair the way I would a girlfriend after sex. The occasional clinking of the chain, reminded me though, that she wasn’t a girlfriend.

  It didn’t matter though, she felt great in my arms. I held her tightly for a while, letting my eyes close. I’d have easily fallen back to sleep, but my phone had started going off. 6:30 was late for me. I usually woke at 4:30 am. I worked out for half an hour, got ready and headed into work. I’d be there by 6 am. Though I had off today, my work didn’t stop. I ignored it for now. They could wait. I had two other matters I wanted to attend to first, primarily my sticky cock and my empty stomach.

  I shifted my weight, sitting up.

  Raven sat up as well.

  “I’m going to go take a shower. Will you make breakfast?” I asked her, though I knew she wouldn’t refuse.

  Smiling she started to move, then looked at her leash.

  I’d forgotten about it too.

  “I’m unclipping it, but I still hold it,” I told her.

  That seemed to be enough for her, because when I took it off she climbed off the bed and disappeared from my room.

  I got up as well, being careful not to bump my knees on her crate.

  I showered quickly, then dressed. When I hit the top of the stairs, I could smell breakfast. The unmistakable scent of bacon and coffee filled the house. I made my way into the kitchen to see Raven standing next to the table where my plate sat, heaping with food.

  Breakfast was as good as it smelled, though I was the only one with the bacon, eggs and coffee. Raven ate yogurt with granola in it and some green drink. I wanted to feed her, like I did the night before. I called her over. She knelt next to me, as she had for dinner and I fed her by hand. I loved the way she moaned softly and licked at my fingers. She loved eating the bacon.

  When breakfast was done, as the night before, I helped with dishes. She didn’t seem to mind this time.

  After breakfast, I went to do a bit of work and Raven went up to her room. Seth had told me she’d do her own thing unless I gave her a command. It was two hours later when I finished all of my emails.

  I found Raven in her room, writing in a notebook. I was very curious to see what it said, yet I knew I’d respect her privacy.

  She set her pen down and looked up at me expectantly.

  I knew there were certain things that she did daily. I wanted to look through her other bags. And I wanted to do it in private. I picked up both bags. “Keep writing,
if you wish. I’ll be back for you in a while.”

  I was worried me taking her bags would cause her distress, or that me walking in and then back out would somehow hurt her feelings, but she didn’t seem to care about either.

  She picked up her pen and started writing again.

  I carried both bags down the hall. When I opened the first one, I was surprised to find it had some clothes in it. Then again, she did wear clothing here, and who knew if I’d take her places. I didn’t want to invade her privacy searching through it, but just opening it gave me a view of heels and some lingerie. There were also several tails in there. Maybe we’d have to change things up each day. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face as I closed up that bag. I’d return it to her as soon as I was done looking in the second one. I couldn’t imagine it was more clothes. It had to be toys. Seth said he’d packed them, and the bag was much heavier.

  As surprised as I was at the clothes, I was equally surprised at some of the toys. There were the usual, wrist cuffs, floggers, a crop, dildos and gags but there were some other things in there too, that I found unusual, and some I wasn’t sure what they were. I picked up a leather bag and opened it. There was an electric wand in there. I’d used one before, and even owned one. It would be fun to use this on her.

  I was glad that I had a dungeon in my home. The big things I had, and the smaller things, the personal items he’d packed. There was an envelope in the bag too. I picked it up and opened it. It was just a single piece of paper with some instructions typed out.

  Use anything you want from here, or things of your own. You can do whatever you’d like with her, as long as you don’t permanently mark her. As much as she cries and whimpers, she likes it rough, and seems to feel lost if she doesn’t get at least one hard session a day. The electric works well on her, use it as often as you want. She enjoys sensation play, and I packed some things for her. She likes to be touched and petted. She doesn’t enjoy anal, but I do it nearly every day because I love it, and it tends to put her in sub space. She has a few soft limits. She doesn’t like blindfolds or the dark. If you want to reward her, let her choose the toys. Remember, she’s a masochist. She craves it. Simply tell her, “Raven, I’m going to use you now,” or “Raven, let’s play now,” and she will be ready. Enjoy. -Seth