Page 55 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

I drop it right at his feet. He throws it again. “Fetch.”

This heady glow of pure pleasure and adoration suffuses my limbs as I get lost in this game. Nothing matters other than Noel’s cool command of “Fetch,” of me crawling across the springy floor, finding the toy and dropping it back to him.

I feel the gaze of the people watching us, and it heightens the pleasure.

On my next turn, Noel pats my head. “Stay.”

He walks back to the fabric box and drops the toy in. I whimper.

“You liked that game, didn’t you, Pet?”

“Arf!”

Taking a collapsible bowl from the box, he sets it down and then grabs a water bottle on the railing. He pours water into the bowl.

“Drink, Pet.”

I do, lapping water up with my tongue, not realizing how parched I am until the cool liquid soothes my throat.

“May I pet your pup?” A woman with short blonde hair and crystal blue eyes asks.

Noel’s gaze lingers on me, a smile hovering at the corner of his mouth. “You may, Pauline.”

My nipples tighten to a painful point. Pauline gives me a wide smile and pats my head.

I nuzzle into her touch, wanting more. She pets my shoulders, trailing her fingers along my spine and down my ass.

When she grabs my tail and pulls, I whimper.

Pauline laughs, “What a good Pet.”

“Arf!” It comes out more as a whispered moan. Her warm palm moves to my breast. She squeezes one, then the other. I press into this touch, and it is taking me further into that floaty headspace.

Her touch sweeps down between my thighs, her fingers slip into my wet pussy, and I rock on her fingers, moaning.

Ah! The mix of humiliation and pleasure is so sweet and thick I can taste it on my tongue and in the pores of my skin. I’m floating in pure bliss.

“Bad Pet,” Noel yanks me back from Pauline’s touch by grabbing my collar. It takes me a moment to realize the connection with Pauline’s glorious touch has been interrupted.

I whimper, staring up at him. I put a paw up and sit on my heels in a complete begging pose.

His lips twitch. “Did you forget who your orgasms belong to?”

“Arf! Arf!” Oh, so not fair.

Noel’s eyes have darkened with desire. Grabbing me by my collar, he stops at the step, sits down, and pulls me over his lap.

I’m just a pile of cells, trying to take in this rapid fire pleasure.

I’m so wet, so gone in this cocoon of pup-space and throbbing with need. I hump him, wanting him to put pressure on my clit, wanting him to give me relief from the needy ache.

His palm comes down on my ass, hard.

I shriek, the pleasure almost streaming to break into an orgasm. The next spank lands right above my thigh, and I let out a soft whimper.

“I think my Pet likes this.”

And his fingers are on my clit. He touches it so softly it barely registers.

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