Page 33 of Thicker Than Blood

I slid my hands down to grip her throat before pushing into her mouth, watching her lips wrap around my dick again. With a hold of her throat I went back only to punch forward driving my cock down her neck. I closed my eyes as I used all my lower muscles to fuck her so deep and hard that I felt her gag before she retched. The feel of her vomit spill out only made my dick harder. Her hands and knees remained on the floor while I kept a hold of her neck, pounding her soft wet hole with my dick, my heavy balls aching to offload in her.

“Good. Fucking. Whore,” I said smashing my pelvis into her face with each filthy word until she moaned. “Finger yourself and keep them inside your wet pussy until I’m done.”

There was a slight nod before one of her hands disappeared between her legs. I was close so I tilted her head up to drivestraight into her until my muscles tightened and I came hard, fast and with a long groan. I kept fucking her but pulled the head of my cock over her tongue feeling my cum spurt onto it. My movements made some of it trickle out of her mouth and down her chin.

“Hmm. I could wake up like this every morning,” I said with a sigh before using the pad of my thumb to scoop up the cum and push it back into her mouth.

I took my dick out of her mouth to see my gift to her.

“You may swallow now,” I said watching her gulp down my cum.

As soon as she was finished I tapped her lips with my dick, grinning at her.

“Your next course,” I said before leaning back to see she still had her fingers inside her pussy.

She cringed but opened her mouth and I released her throat. I held my dick an inch away from her lips and began to piss in her mouth, filling her up with my golden flow, watching as it dripped out while she tried to swallow it without closing her mouth.

It soaked her chin, neck and tits, rivulets rolling off her. Her eyes were closed and I pushed my cock into her mouth until it was inside her neck. The steady stream of pissing going straight inside her belly.

“That feels so good my nasty little pet. Take my piss, drink it down like the filthy toilet you are,” I groaned enjoying the sick pleasure of emptying myself inside of her and listening to her guzzle it all down.

When I was finished I pulled back leaving the tip of my cock between her lips.

“Clean me up. I’m not taking my dick out of your mouth until you make yourself cum on your fingers,” I said with a smile, pushing her hair back.

What an excellent way to start our day.

Chapter 24

Amari

When I returned from my visit with my family, I could sense a difference in Stefanos, he was silent as he put my mask, tail and collar on. I looked around for the paw gloves but they weren’t there. I didn’t think much of it until later that night, lying beside him when he didn’t touch me. In the morning there was no more tasting or playing with his cum before breakfast. It didn’t stop my hunger or ache between my legs.

There was a brooding silence the entire night and his hand was back to swirling the ice in his scotch. I couldn’t understand what was happening because he wasn’t angry, but—indifferent. By the third day, I had eaten my meals alone and fully clothed, sitting on a chair with a dinner plate on the table. I toyed with the food because it felt wrong and the dread in my belly grew.

By the sixth day, I was almost begging for his rage, passion, and cruelty. The cage was gone from his room, and he moved me into the spare bedroom, which he had taken me into to force me to dress as his human dog. It was in this room he removed my collar without a word. I whined and barked but he didn’t say a word. He took my collar and left while I sank to the wooden floor, finally giving in to the tears as the door shut behind him.

In all this time he never gave me permission to speak nor did he explain why he no longer wanted me as his pet. The longer this continued, the more I wanted to beg him to tell me why hewas doing this? What did I do wrong? I was afraid to speak in case it became his last straw.

I glanced around the room, remembering the fear, shock, and horror of being turned into his dog, into ‘nothing’. I wasn’t nothing when he made me feel every extreme emotion there was to feel. He made me feel alive.

On the seventh day I walked behind him as he led me into his bedroom. I saw a pile of white envelopes on his bed, they seemed bulky. The room was silent, it was cruel to bring me into the room that was once my prison and my sanctuary—the one in which he brought me intense pain and pleasure. I closed my eyes momentarily because there was no more time in the playroom or this bedroom.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed my dog collar on his bedside table, I twirled around to look for him, but he stood in the doorway of the bedroom observing me. He looked away from me to the large window and strode across the room to stand there with his back to me.

I glanced at my collar again with my heart pounding in my chest. He hadn't touched me in days. Hadn't called me Skýla, pet or whore. Hadn’t even looked at me the way he used to—like I was his possession and his obsession.

He stood tall with his broad shoulders silhouetted against the pale light of the setting sun. The distance between us was unbearable and I couldn't take it anymore. I opened my mouth to speak but he beat me to it by clearing his throat.

“There are three envelopes on the bed. Each of them releases my hold on what—my father left for you all. I will continue to oversee Alcina’s trust fund to ensure her portfolio continues to grow at a higher-than-market level,” he said in a cold detached voice. “You may speak.”

“Master, why are you—” I began to ask.

“I am no longer your Master,” he snapped at me, his head turning, but he stopped to face the window again.

I gasped at his words, covering my mouth with my hand, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sound. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating until I took a hesitant step towards him.

“Stefanos, tell me what’s wrong? What did I do?” I said beseeching him. “Why are you doing this?”

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