Page 27 of Silver

“Grip the chain with your cunt, Daphne. I hadn’t expected to start training your tight channel this soon, but here we are. You’ll learn to hold things inside you in order to keep the walls of your cunt strong and tight. Clench around your leash,” I order.

I can feel her obedience against my fingers. I can’t take it anymore. With my other hand, I reach for the button on my jeans and pop it before lowering the zipper to free my cock.

Daphne glances at me, but I’m leaning forward so far that my T-shirt blocks her view. It’s better this way. I’m going to fucking come any second, but she doesn’t get to see my cock yet.

“I know you’re eager to meet my dick, Daphne, but that’s not going to happen right now. Lower your naughty gaze to your cunt, precious. I want you to watch me pull the chain out.”

She’s moaning as loud as possible around the bit.

I ease my hand up and down my shaft before gripping it. I can’t focus on both of us at once.

At a snail’s pace, I grip the chain above her clit and slowly pull so that every inch drags against her swollen nub.

Daphne arches and writhes, her legs straining and her jaw tight. Fucking perfection.

“Grip the leash, precious. Clench down on it while I pull it out.”

She nearly lifts her ass off the floor of the kennel to appease me. She’s shaking violently as I continue. Her clit is so swollen and pink, the hood pushed back from both the swelling and the chain links.

“Wait for me to give you permission to come, precious,” I order when it looks like she will shatter at any second.

She cries out, frustrated, around the bit.

When I know there’s only a few inches left, I give a quick yank. “Come, Daphne.”

My precious girl screams as loud as she can, her body pulsing from the release. I push the front of her panties down so I can watch her cunt as it throbs, so swollen and red. So fucking wet that there’s a puddle under her.

While her pussy contracts, I fist up and down my cock. It only takes a few strokes before I come, too, my seed shooting against the inside of my T-shirt as I groan.

I’m so fucking pleased that there’s a permanent smile on my face.

Fucking best feeling in the world. I’ve found her. My perfect match. And she’s precious.

Ten

Daphne

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I can’t stop shaking when Silver opens the front of the kennel. He doesn’t lift me into his arms and cuddle me, like I hoped for. Instead, he stands and tugs on the leash. My leash.

I sort of wish he had let me watch him masturbate, but I didn’t get even a glimpse of his cock before he tucked it into his jeans and secured himself. The front of his shirt is soaked from his come, though.

Silver glances back at me. “Come, little slut.”

I shudder at the use of that demeaning word. He’s said it a dozen times this morning. Honestly, though, I think it might be better than him calling me a puppy or a kitten. I really don’t like pet play.

Yes, I read it. Some of the scenes are sexy as fuck, but that doesn’t mean I want to reenact every single thing I read. He doesn’t seem to understand that.

Glancing at the kennel, I shudder. I hate that thing, yet he says he’s going to make me go in there every day until I learn to crave it. That seems impossible, but there are so many things that seemed impossible a day ago, and some of them have been proven totally possible.

Silver guides me on my hands and knees to the bathroom. He tugs my leash when we reach the toilet. “Up, little slut. You need to pee.”

When I stand, my legs shake so badly I’m afraid they won’t hold my weight.

Silver keeps the leash in his hand as he squats in front of me and pulls my panties down and off my body. He even lifts me and sets me on the toilet. “Pee, little slut.”

I glare at him.