Chapter 7 Adler
Adler
By the time Brice, Nico, and I are done with Violet, she's practically unconscious and hunched over the leather couch in my dungeon.
My cock hurts from how many times I've fucked her so I know she must be miserable. Maybe that will teach her to obey me the first time.
I unfasten Violet from the couch and lift her unconscious body into my arms. “Thanks, guys.” I say with a chuckle.
Brice barks out a laugh, clapping me on the shoulder as he makes his way out of my dungeon. “Absolutely anytime.” He says confidently.
Yeah, I bet. Fucking the same woman repeatedly for hours isn't a favor as much as a reward.
Brice and Nico head home while I carry Violet back into my bedroom. I get her situated in her kennel beside the bed, remove the medical gag from her mouth, slide a nice silicone tail into her asshole, and lock her cage.
She'll be out for a few hours, I'm sure. That gives me time to get some work done and grab a shower.
It seems like hours of sitting in my office getting some work done before I hear my pet wake up. I had left my bedroom door open as well as my office so I could hear her, but I don't necessarily need to with the exceptional hearing I gained from the experiments.
“I like this one.” My alien says in my head. I roll my eyes, ignoring him while I head upstairs to my bedroom. I smile when I see her looking exhausted and rather terrified to be locked in a large metal cage. “Good afternoon, pet. Did you have a nice nap?” I ask.
Violet sits up as much as she's able, finally noticing the tail in her ass.
Her hands reach back while I “tsk” her. “No touching your tail unless it's for the bathroom.” I say sternly.
She jumps slightly at my tone and her eyes meet mine.
“Yes, master, I had a wonderful nap.” She says quietly.
“May I eat something, please?” She asks.
While I know she hasn't eaten since she's been here and frankly, I have no idea when she's eaten last, she knows the rules. “What did I tell you about the rules?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
Violet's shoulders deflate and she quietly sighs. “You decide what I eat and when I am allowed. I'm sorry, master.” She almost whispers.
I unlock her cage and clip her leash to her collar, pulling her until she crawls out from her cage and her knees rest on the soft carpet. She sighs in relief when her knees finally lay against a soft surface. “Can you walk? I don't want you hurting yourself crawling too much.” I ask.
“I don't know, I will try. Can you help me?” She asks.
I hold out a hand to her, letting her grab my hand to pull herself up. She sways a little and her legs shake but she's got it after a minute. “Come along.” I insist, pulling her leash along while I walk at an easy pace for her.
When we make it downstairs and into the kitchen I see her eyes everywhere, taking in the space around her. I didn't show her around last night because she was supposed to be gone by breakfast.
I just couldn’t help myself.
She looked so submissive, so fuckable, and teachable when she was strapped down to my bed.
I'd left her cuffed, blindfolded, and duct taped until almost sunrise, just in case either one of us wanted another turn with her.
I only released her, dressed her wounds, and covered her up once I had shifted back into myself and realized how rough we had been last night.
“You may sit on the floor beside my chair.” I state, pointing toward the chair at the head of the kitchen table.
Violet’s shoulders deflate some and she looks toward her feet. “Yes, master.” She says somewhat quietly.
While I get that this entire thing is a tad humiliating, it's supposed to be. “Keep your head up or I will replace your tail with a hook and tie your hair to it so you can only look forward.” I order.
She pops her head up at my command, already having learned that disobeying me is not something I will tolerate.
I make myself and her lunch while she sits on the floor as I've taught her.
Her hands are behind her back, her chest sticking out, and her legs slightly spread.
I find myself staring at her smooth cunt far too many times while cooking, even burning myself when I reached for the pan but was distracted by the naked body a few feet away.
My cock still aches from fucking her, it had to have been at least five times, but I want more.
I turn down the heat on the pan and cover our lunch with a lid, my focus turning to Violet afterward. “Come bend over my counter.” I demand.
Violet jumps up and leaves the handle of her leash in her mouth while she walks toward me. “Right there.” I demand, patting the spot I'd like to see her chest pressed against.
Without hesitation she leans over the counter, pressing her bare breasts into the cold marble. A shiver runs down her and I see goosebumps line her skin at the contact, but she obeys. “Cold?” I ask while my hand runs down her spine.
“A little.” She answers quietly. I lean against her, taking her arms and stretching them out until she can hold the counter. “I’ll turn the heat up a few degrees for you. Go ahead and pull yourself up until your feet are dangling.” I insist.
I want that sweet little asshole at just the right height.
She shimmies up the counter until she's exactly where I've told her to be and I hum in approval. “Good girl. You make such a good pet; would you like a reward?” I ask with a smirk. A sexy breathless, “yes, master” escapes her lips around her leash while she lays her head on the cold counter.
I slowly pull the tail from her ass, making her whine and even make an auditable, “ooh” when it's free from her. “Clean it.” I demand, putting the plug of the tail in front of her face until she spits the leash handle out and takes it instead.
I pull my already hard cock out of my pants and stroke myself a few times while I stare at her ass contract around nothing. “You're such a greedy little pet, already begging for more.” I tease as I slowly sink my cock into her.
Violet whines around the plug and I feel her thighs tense as much as she's able, but she can't stop me from invading her ass. I go slow, a few inches at a time until I'm buried in her and let out a loud groan. “Do you like that? Do you like being used whenever I want?” I ask.
She attempts to answer around the plug, but I start fucking her before she can get any words out. She cuts herself off with a loud moan and her muscles relax. Yeah, she likes it. It may hurt to be used so frequently, but she lives to serve.
I fuck into her hard, slamming my hips into her with every thrust until she's violently hitting the cabinets and grunting with the force of my thrusts. “Don't worry, you won't swallow this one. You can keep it trapped in your needy little ass with your tail.” I tease while I fuck her.
My hands grip her hips firmly, giving me something extra to hold onto while I drill into her ass. Only the sounds of her groans and moans, my grunts, skin smacking skin, and the skillet sizzling fill the room and a mixture of sex, sweat, and food fills the air.
“Oh, fuck.” I grunt, thrusting my cock as far into her as I can manage while I unload in my little pet.
Violet groans, her hands clutching the counter until her knuckles turn white and her body tenses around me like she was close, and I didn't let her finish.
I pull my cock from her ass and take the tail out of her mouth, pushing it back into her sore hole and trapping my cum inside. “Did you want to cum?” I ask.
Violet nods eagerly, turning her head to look at me. “Yes, master. Please?” She begs. I grin, wiggling the tail in her ass until she groans. “Maybe if you had thanked me for fucking you, but not now. Get back to your spot.” I demand.
I hear a little whine from her, but she doesn't comment, she just climbs off the counter and heads back to her spot on the floor.
Wonderful.
I hurry to plate our lunches and sit mine at my spot before going back for hers.
I see Violet eyeing my food and a rumble comes from her stomach a moment later.
Normally I'd make her wait until I was finished eating as punishment for asking me for food, but I'm guessing it's been a little too long since she's eaten anything, and I want her fed and taken care of.
I sit her food on the floor in front of her, silverware and all, and take a seat in my chair beside her. “Go ahead, pet. I know you're hungry.” I insist.
Violet's eyes meet mine, but her posture stays the same. “With my hands?” She asks. I bark out a laugh and shake my head no. “You crawl on the floor, I do not expect you to eat with your hands.” I answer calmly.
My entire meal is spent doing a mixture of eating my lunch and scratching and petting Violet’s head while she eats.