Page 52 of My Wild Pet

It’s the only moment in this place that hasn’t felt controlled. But now, lying here, half-afraid, half-curious, I wonder what my punishment will be. But, no matter how Aefre punishes me, I am sure Gabriel’s kiss was worth it. It’s the kind of kiss a woman can live off of for the rest of her life.

Finally, the door slides open with a soft hiss, and I sit up straighter, my heart pounding.

Aefre steps inside, his movements calm, as always.

“Ash.”

I just watch him. I don’t respond. I’ve noticed he prefers that unless he’s asked me a direct question.

Aefre walks to the edge of my small bed and stands there for a moment, looking down at me. “Did you initiate the kiss,” heasks, his tone measured and his words slow so that I understand, “or did Ember?”

I open my mouth, then close it again, unsure how to answer. The truth? A lie? I hadn’t considered it before, but since these pet collars show everything about us to our trainers they probably show when someone is lying too.

“It was... mutual.”

“Mutual,” he repeats, his tone thoughtful. “And how did it feel?”

My cheeks flush. “It felt... nice,” I admit reluctantly. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Was it comforting? Exciting? Did it make you feel safe? Desired? Did you want more from him?”

His questions feel invasive, calculated, like he’s trying to dissect the moment piece by piece and then reshape it. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to be honest. I want to understand you better, my pet.”

I swallow hard. “It felt... good,” I say finally. “It felt awakening.”

His expression doesn’t change, but he leans down so he’s at eye level with me. “And what about me?” he asks, his voice smoother now, almost curious. “Do you feel the same when you’re with me? Do you still long for my penis inside of you or only Embers?”

My breath catches, and I can’t answer.Is he offering me sex?Or am I so aroused I can’t even concentrate on his words. “What Master Aefre?”

“You like it when I touch you, yes?” he asks.

The question hangs in the air between us. Part of me wants to shoutno,to tell him that he’s nothing like Gabriel, that I could never feel that way about him. But another part of me—the part that wants to be an obedient girl and a winner—hesitates. He’s Master Aefre to me. He’s in control of everything. He controls when I eat, pee, poop, dress, sleep, and exercise. The only moments I have to myself is when I’m asleep or the few minutes I’m in my cage forgotten in the shower room. And I have fantasized about having sex with him so many times. I often revisit the memory of the grey woman riding him and her nipple jewelry in his mouth. I want that too. And he knows it. Every night he touches me until I orgasm to help me go to sleep, but never anything more. I can never touch him, but he can see it in my eyes. I want him to fuck me, to dominate me, to make me ride him like that with reigns on my nipples. To tell me how to fuck him, play-by-play, just like he guides me through the rest of my life.

“I...” I begin but can’t bring myself to finish.

“You don’t have to answer,” he says, his voice low. “Your body can answer for you.”

I let out a shaky breath, unsure whether to feel relieved or terrified by his answer.

Aefre lifts me out of my little bed and sets me on my feet. Then he leads me by holding my collar over to a plain area of the wall in the bedroom. He puts my palms against the wall and as if the wall can read his mind, shackles come out and hold my wrists. Then Aefre pulls my ankles back so I’m bent over, my ass up in the cold air. My tail hanging between my legs.

Aefre swishes my tail and then secures it firmly between my butt cheeks. Then without saying a word begins smacking my bare ass.Is this my punishment?

“Does it hurt?” he asks taunting me. Just what the doctor said in one of the language challenges, so the phrase carries some traumatic weight to it.

“No,” I reply honestly and Aefre increases his pressure. Now his hand hitting my skin is making a loud smacking noise.

“You were a bad girl kissing Ember. What would have happened had I not come in? Do you know?”

“I don’t know…” I answer as Aefre takes a break and plays with my tail running the end of it up my thighs. The sensation of his hand moving through my tail is erotically electric.

“I can tell you’re lying. Your collar betrays you. Would you have wanted Ember to rut you like an animal?” Aefre asks, his hand now pulling on my tail just enough to tilt my ass up even further. “Or would you have bit off his penis? Was that your plan?”

“I …” I stumble with the question. I’ve not thought about Big in months. I almost had forgotten I did that. It seems like it was another person. But it was me. “I would never do that to Ember…. Or to you,” I say wanting to keep all my options open. I’ve never been so horny in my life as I am right now.

And confused. Do I want Gabriel or Aefre?

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