Page 45 of My Wild Pet

I want that chocolate. My eyes follow it as he moves it slowly.

“Run. Jump. Fall. Die,” he says still holding up the chocolate.

“Run, jump, fall, die,” I say as fast as I can then open my mouth expectantly.

Aefre puts the chocolate on my tongue and I relish in it. It’s rich with a buttery undertone. I let the taste settle into every corner of my mouth. It’s both comforting and electrifying aftercheating death from the spiders. I hope this is the end of this particular challenge today.

Aefre nods to me and says, “Again.”

A fresh wave of terror rips through me, and I bite back a sob.

The room and Aefre fade away again, but this time instead of cold, warmth floods my veins like a gentle fire. My heart pounds harder and faster, matching each little surge from the harness.

Then I see Gabriel or someone who looks a lot like him. He walks up to me, wet from somewhere, maybe a shower, his skin is warm and he says, “You’re okay. I’m here. You’re safe.” His words touch me so deeply. A wave of euphoria overtakes me.

He reaches down and kisses me so gently. I want nothing more than for him to hold me in his arms forever. His skin smells so clean and his strength so inviting. He whispers the Imperial words in my ear, “Devotion, cherish, and beloved.” Each word resonates with a heightened sensation coursing through me, as if my brain is imprinting them in direct connection to the feeling of this rush—this profound affection. My cheeks flush and my sex tingles.

When the simulation ends, it fades like a fast-passing dream. My pulse stutters, trying to recall that fleeting, blissful feeling. The voice ceases, the warmth ebbs, and I’m left trembling—wanting and aroused. I whisper the newly learned words in Imperial and look at Aefre with hopeful eyes.Please Master, make me come.

He comes over and strokes my pussy. “Good girl.”

“I repeat the words again: devotion, cherish, beloved.” He’s not taken his hand away so I open my legs wider for him.Please keep touching me.

“Yes,” he says, rubbing me even faster between my legs. I watch him. This isn’t cold for him. He actually wants to see my orgasm. I’m turned on by watching him watch me.

“Devotion, cherish, beloved,” I say again breathlessly. I just want to make sure he doesn’t stop. I spread my legs even wider for him. I’m so wet the friction is creating an erotic slapping sound in the room. I don’t want him to ever stop touching me. His touch is perfect and consistent. As if he knows exactly what to do and when.

Through my own loud heartbeats I hear him say, “Orgasm now, my pet,” Aefre as he expertly brings my body to a complete meltdown. Then he grabs on of my nipples and pulls hard. I can’t help but think about him and his girlfriend and how I want to be her.

I come so hard, I close my eyes, and I can’t think of anything else but the pleasure electrifying me throughout my body. Every part of me is tingling with pleasure. And Aefre keeps rubbing me, urging every bit of the orgasm out.

And now I understand more of his words, it’s sexy as hell. “That’s a good girl, come for me Ash.”

When he finally finishes his ministrations and I open my eyes again, I watch as Aefre is wipes the tears from them with his thumbs. I smell myself on his fingers just before he puts his two fingers in my mouth.

“Suck them clean,” he commands.

I obey. Holding eye contact as I suck my desire and urine from his fingers.

“Good girl,” he says and pats me between my legs sending an after-orgasmic wave through me.

Then, I stare as he reluctantly walks back to his console.

I want him to come back. To touch me again. I want him to have sex with me right here.

Ultimately, I want the pleasure he gives me. And if it means doing another level in this language course harness, I will do it.

CHAPTER 22

Aefre

I stand behind the console as I review the data. Ash’s vitals spike erratically across the screen—elevated heart rate, shallow breathing, and cortisol levels through the roof. All expected. All necessary.

I double-check the data feed, ensuring the parameters are set correctly, a carefully calibrated simulation of intense emotional states, each meant to plant Imperial vocabulary and grammar in the pet’s mind.

I’ve done this countless times with other pets—fear, triumph, humiliation, desperation. But in all my years, I’ve rarely used the “love” setting. It’s notoriously complicated to replicate, but it’s important that I push the bond between Ash and Ember. So, I’ve programmed the harness to replicate a human male who looks and even smells like him.

My console flashes green. The harness pulses, and Ash’s expression shifts, pupils dilate, and her dull cream cheeks flush with the mild euphoria the system induces. A swirl of words in Imperial hover in the air, each linked to the harness’s emotional feed: devotion, cherished, beloved.

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