Leash Me (Your Pet For The Night) Read Free Page A

And you do, with your hands. They roam over my body, now free of dried wax, and they pause on my nipples and you play with them, pulling at them lightly, just lightly.
    You turn me so that I am facing away from you, so that my back is pushed into you. You leave one hand on my left nipple, and your other hand you push down my body, past my pelvis, and in between my thighs.
    I have been wet and wanting for so long. I am ready for you, ready for your touch, awaiting your touch.
    You caress me gently, rub me in circles just how I like it. You know me, you know where I’m sensitive. I moan softly and you kiss the back of my neck on either side as you tweeze my nipple and rub circles above my swollen, engorged clitoris.
    Slowly you begin to enter me, just once or twice every now and then, teasing me painfully, teasing me just how I like it. You don’t push your fingers all the way in. You circle my entrance. You dip in just to the first knuckle and the whisper of sensation is so tantalizing it sends shivers down my spine.
    Then you begin to push me away, push my back forward, and I rest my arms against the tiles and push my bum out a little as you pull at my hip.
    You bring your hand around me, and begin to slide down my bum, in between my legs. You pause, but not where I expected, and I gasp sharply as you slowly work a finger into me there. I’ve never done that before. I don’t know if I like it.
    But I must obey you, and I am to do with as you please.
    You slowly push your finger into me, and I concentrate on relaxing. The sensation is strange, new, but not really unpleasant.
    You push your finger in deeply, and I know that I’m tight around you, tighter than I could ever be in my other place.
    And then you stop, and slowly slide your finger out. You turn me around and kiss me and tell me, “you’ve been a good kitty.” You say to me, “let’s get out of the shower. I want to show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me tonight.”
    And so we get out of the shower and you dry me off with the towel. Your touch is tender and soft and delicate, and you make sure to dry each and every part of my body, so that no visible bead of water is left.
    You brush my hair so that it is mirror-flat and smooth, and then you dry it with the dryer, and soon my hair is no longer wet and heavy, but slightly frizzy.
    In this time the water has dried off your body, and we’re both smooth-skinned and clean, and you lead me back to the bed, back to where you will show me your appreciation.
    You lie me down on the bed, and you slowly pull my legs apart. You kiss me briefly on the mouth, just a hint of tongue to tease me, before you begin to work your way down my body, down to my waiting, wet and wanting place.
    And you kiss me there. And you do not stop. The touch of your tongue is electric. The press of your tongue sends me shuddering. You push inside me just a bit, and I whimper and moan and hum in delight.
    Slowly you work a finger into me, then two, and you begin to gently rock me back and forth on the sheets. Your tongue still works relentlessly, and you flick my bud, and circle it, and suck on it just the way I like it.
    My body relaxes even more, and I let you take me, whisk me away, and my orgasm is already so close, a figure on the horizon that I am racing toward.
    It’s been a long night, a wonderful night, and I have been ready and wet and wanting for so long, nearly too long.
    Your tongue doesn’t stop. It goes faster and harder.
    Your fingers don’t stop. They go faster and harder.
    And soon I am squirming as a powerful orgasm rises through me, and my stomach crunches, and my back arches, and I am bathed in bliss, plunged into pleasure, and all I can feel on each of my nerve endings is a kind of ecstasy unmatched, unrivaled. It starts in my sex and spreads outward to my thighs and my belly and I’m moaning and thrashing and writing and squirming on the sheets.
    Your mouth is beautiful.
    And then I’m panting, and