Page 110 of The Vow

My patience is gone. I push her onto the mattress and yank on her thong.

She shrieks, and King Madden yelps.

I glance at the cage and, in a stern voice, order, "Be quiet!"

He whines.

I keep my eyes pinned on him, and he finally quiets down. He returns to chewing his bone. I turn my head toward Blakely, and she's staring at King Madden with worry all over her face.

It's clear my time is limited, not only for King Madden to behave but my pet to not focus on him. And she needs to stay quieter so he doesn't start growling. So I open my dresser drawer, pull out a ball gag, and shove it in her mouth.

Her eyes widen, and she blinks hard.

I've never gagged her before. We've talked about it, but I always imagined taking her by surprise, so this scenario is perfect. I secure the strap, lean close to her ear, and snarl, "Breathe through your nose. Now stretch your arms forward. Your head faces the window."

She hesitates, her eyes darting between King Madden and me.

I slap her bare ass cheek harder than I normally do. She flinches, whimpering, then arches her ass higher.

I groan inside, then rub my hand over her cheek, taunting, "You greedy girl. You don't get more until you obey."

She gives me a defiant glare, taking deep breaths from her nose.

I thrust two fingers inside her pussy fast, and her eyes flutter. I fist her hair, tugging her head back and claiming, "From what I remember, you like it best when I'm inside you, slapping those cheeks."

She whimpers, clenching against my fingers.

"Fuck, you're wet. You never disappoint me, pet," I announce, twisting my hand.

She moans, pushing her body into me.

I freeze, keeping my fingers inside her. I threaten, "Last warning. Hands and face forward, or I'll chain you to the dining room table all night. I'll leave you there to think about your disobedience."

She slides her hands forward until she's gripping the edge of the mattress. Her head faces the window.

"That's a good pet," I praise, curl my fingers until she's shaking, then remind her, "There's no coming until I say."

She whimpers louder, squeezing her eyes shut.

A song plays. Rumor has it that the artist recorded it during a real orgy in a BDSM dungeon. There are instruments and no words, only the sounds of moaning ecstasy.

I take my other hand and slap the same ass cheek as before.

She arches off the bed with muffled, incoherent sounds flying out of her, mirroring the voices in the song.

King Madden whines, but I ignore him.

I slide my cock inside her, hitting my pelvis against her, groaning from the tiny amount of release it gives me. I'm far from what I need, but it's a bit of instant gratification.

She grips the bed harder, moaning louder.

I thrust fast, coating my cock in her wet heat, sliding my fingers past her hardened ridge. Her body quivers harder, and I growl, "No coming."

Her whimpers fill the room, mixing with King Madden's and the intensifying cries from the song.

Something about the sounds heighten my senses. I pull out of her, slap her ass a few times, then sit on the edge of the mattress. I straddle her over me, remove the gag, and slide my tongue into her mouth.

She urgently flicks against mine, grinding her pussy over my erection, taking all of me in once more.

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