Page 52 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Noel picks up the mitt off the floor and slips it onto my hand. “How does that feel?”

“Good.” I flex my fingers. It’s tight but soft inside and feels good restrictive, not scary restrictive.

“That collar looks good on you. You decided to go without clothes?” The warm note of approval in his tone sends shivers up my spine. I want to please him.

I go to touch the band at my neck but can’t feel it through the mitt.

“I like how it feels. I want to be your pet…completely.”

“Good, that makes me very pleased, Holly. I want to ask you something, and I want you to answer honestly. I don’t care either way. This is about how comfortable you are.”

My pulse picks up at his serious tone. “What is it, Noel?”

“How do you feel about being touched by someone else? Like, if someone asks to pet my puppy?” He caresses my cheek, and I close my eyes.

My mouth is dry at the suggestion.

But I’m also wet because the idea of others interacting with me, treating me like a pet turns me on.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” By his tone, he is surprised, but he smiles. “Okay. Any limits?”

“Touching is fine…anywhere,” because honestly, I’m in this far, why not go for it?

“You’re stunning, Holly, do you know that?” His mouth crashes over mine, and he kisses me, sliding his hand to my nape.

He tastes of mint, and his lips are soft over mine.

“Good girl. Let me put your tail on. And when I give you the first command, the scene starts. Any questions?”

The room sways for a moment because I want this so much I almost vibrate.

“No, I’m good to go.”

“Excellent. Turn around and spread those cheeks for me, Pet.” His sharp command makes my nipples bead.

I do exactly as he says, face down on the bed. Grabbing my ass cheeks, I spread them.

Swallowing past a knot of nerves, I force myself to exhale. I hear him squirt lube into his hands, and his warm fingers massage my anal opening.

He holds the butt plug to my skin, waiting for it to warm.

Then I feel it against my opening.

“Bear down for me, Pet.”

Gasping, I do as I’m told, and the plug is in, its weight familiar.

“Good girl,” he pats my head. “I want to take you through commands now before we go on our walk. On all fours, Pet.”

I drop to my knees. The mitts on my hands feel odd. I can’t feel the ground through the padding, but the knee pads support my weight.

“You’re magnificent, Pet. I’m proud to own such an obedient, good girl.”

My brain leaves me at his honeyed praise. Suddenly, I am hyper-aware of his musky scent, of his footsteps on the carpet in front of me.

“Walk to the window and back, Pet.”

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