Page 85 of My Wild Pet

“You’re so wet for me, Ash. I bet you wish we could have done this in the pet show too. You’re such a performer. Such a human.”

I know he means that as an insult. A human, who in his mind, is obsessed with sex. But I am who he has made me to be and in this moment, him degrading me more is only a turn on. “I’m a human pet.”

“My human pet,” he rasps out.

He continues to pound into me, harder and harder, until he’s emptied himself into me. Imperial men always have so much semen it spills out of my vagina and down my thighs.

Aefre unlatches my leash and puts me on my knees, my hands behind my head, and commands me, “Lick it up, pet.”

Right now, I feel exactly how he’s trained me to feel. I feel like a good pet. And my tail is even wagging.

CHAPTER 49

Gabriel

From the pets’ observation lounge, I see everything—the stage, the judges, the crowd, and Briar. Aefre leads her around the arena like he created every molecule in her body. And I watch nervously as her shimmering costume catches the harsh lights, designed to amplify her most human physical characteristics. She looks like an ideal Imperial pet being led around by her beloved trainer.

I can’t block out the whispers around me, “Wild One,” they say, “she eats men’s penises.”

I turn to any other human who will meet my gaze and narrow my eyes. Most of the murmuring stops then.

I focus on the arena again. I see the faint tremor in Briar’s hands as she folds them behind her head, She’s afraid. Terrified, even. The crowd won’t notice, but Aefre does. Of course he does. The way he subtly shifts his stance beside her, steadying her without touching her.He’s not a bad Master, I reflect.

Being here and seeing the other trainers has reminded me just how bad it could be with another owner. Although I won’t mention this to Briar. I still think it’s right we try to leave with Gael if possible. That the risk is worth it.

I watch as Aefre leads Briar through the basic pet commands. She jumps, runs, and sits just as Aefre says to do. Her breasts larger than most show pets swaying with all her movements and something about the scene makes me hard. It’s almost as if I’m fighting with a fantasy that wants to take form in my mind. My breeding Briar while Aefre holds her leash. I try to dispel it by concentrating on the next task, but my physical body has latched on to it.

The judges begin their linguistic questions and Briar answers in Imperial.

She’s good. Incroyablement bonne.

The judges nod, their faces unreadable.

Then they proceed down to the arena floor and touch her body everywhere. She stands like a statue as they prod her and look in every hole. It’s humiliating but she handles it well.

Finally, she needs to show Aefre affection. I have no doubt that Aefre has trained her in the same way he trained me for this initially so that she won’t say no. I know how his hands feel, how he can bring out an orgasm with the perfect expertise. I remember him whispering in my ear, “Ah you see that’s the difference between humans and Imperials, you’ll orgasm for anyone stroking your cock.”

And he was right. Since I came to live with Aefre he’s been making me orgasm for him at least once a week. He does this for all of his pets, even Mags who doesn’t do anything anymore but eat, sleep and sometimes throw around a ball.

I watch Briar’s orgasm in the arena and hear the crowd cheer. Her wet desire coats the hair between her legs and glistening in the bright lights. I know exactly how she smells and I want her even more now.

Some of the other pets whisper behind their hands and giggle at my notable erection, but I don’t care. I love Briar and it’d be strange if I didn’t feel this way watching her, wouldn’t it?

The scores flash on the screen, and a murmur ripples through the lounge. They’re high—higher than most so far, Relief floods through me. She’s done it.

I see her glance up at Aefre, the way her green eyes light up with pride when he nods, the faint curve of her lips when he praises her. She’s basking in his approval. I know what it feels like to crave that warmth. I know how intoxicating it is—and how Aefre will take her to the trainer’s room to reward her even further now. A pang of jealousy runs through me.

Briar, tu es à moi. You’re mine, not his.

CHAPTER 50

Aefre

Back in the strategy room, I pull up the schedule for the next few days’ events, my mind already dissecting the challenges ahead.

I glance at Ash’s profile on the holographic display.My Wild One. Perhaps I should send the Octopods a bottle of their favorite nectar as a token of my appreciation.

Kaelin enters. “High scores today.”

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