Chapter 10
G abby
David left me in the crate the rest of the morning after our conversation. And he only spoke sparingly with me for two days following that. He didn’t make me sleep in the crate, but he kept me bound to his bed and he didn’t come in until I was already asleep.
During the day, he walked me around his back yard on a leash or let me watch television with him in the living room so long as I stayed on the pillow at his feet. Every approach I tried to get him talking again was met with a command to stay quiet or to lie down.
The longer this went on, the more distant I felt from him.
I began looking forward to watching TV with him because he would eventually begin stroking my hair.
It was that little bit of connection that kept me from trying to get away.
If my attempt failed again, he’d surely keep me locked in that crate.
I wasn’t sure how many days I had left before whoever was supposed to pick me up was coming, but I knew my time was running out.
“Gabby.” David walked into the kitchen where I was eating my lunch—a ham sandwich with a small fistful of Cheetos.
I looked up from my sandwich. He held a bright blue plastic ring in his hand and my stomach fell. I’d been waiting for him to bring it up again but had hoped he would have been happy with what we’d already been doing.
“You’re going to have to learn eventually,” he said, bringing the leash from the hook on the back door over to me.
“David, I don’t want to go with anyone. I don’t want to be sold. I don’t want to live like this. Please. Can’t you just…” I stopped talking the moment my eyes connected with his dark glare. He wasn’t listening to my words; he was only hearing me not obeying him.
What was my life going to be like once I changed hands again? Would the next guy be as civil as David was being? Or would he be cruel and unrelenting, like David had been in the beginning? Would I be able to get away? How long would it take?
What if I never found a way home?
David clicked the leash in place and gave me a little tug. I moved to my hands and knees and crawled behind him, like the dutiful little pup he’d made me to be.
Once we were in the yard, he unhooked the leash and showed me the ring. “I’m going to toss this and you’re going to bring it back to me in your teeth. No hands, Gabby. If you use your hands, I’ll take my belt to your palms.”
Instinctively, I fisted my hands to protect the tender spots.
“Do you understand? One yelp for yes, and two for no.” The playful grin was on his lips again. He’d had the same look the night before when he’d made me howl while he forced a second orgasm from me. I say forced, but he’d brought it out of me so damn easily, I never had a chance at holding it back.
I sat back on my heels and gave him what he wanted. I yelped in a high-pitched sound.
His grin widened as the pleasure moved up to his eyes.
“Good girl.” He patted my head, then turned and tossed the ring about five feet away from us.
I crawled to it, making sure to wag my ass as I did so.
Getting him hot and bothered was the only control I had these days.
The harder I made his cock, the more uncomfortable he was until he fucked me senseless. A win-win, really.
As I came to the ring, I turned my ass toward him and lowered my face to the grass.
My teeth sank into the soft silicone toy, and I lifted it with no trouble.
I waited for a rush of humiliation to overtake me as I turned back toward him with the ring dangling between my teeth.
Nothing happened. Where was the embarrassment at being treated like this?
My eyes made contact with his as I made the trek back to his side. Pride. The man was proud of me. Warmth expanded through my chest. I lifted my head a little higher as I brought the ring to his outstretched hand.
“Good girl, Gabby.” He patted my head and took the ring.
“Again.” He tossed the ring a little farther and I hurried across the grass.
My knees carried a thin green layer from the dew on the grass; the same was true for my hands.
When I brought the ring back to him the second time, he bent down and grabbed my wrist.
“Dirty puppy,” he chided, but there was too much enjoyment in his tone for me to mistake it as an actual disappointment. “Let’s see your knees.”
I moved to squat on my feet, and he shook his head. “Filthy.”
I nudged his hand with my head, which made him chuckle.
Was he laughing at what he’d turned me into?
I wanted to survive, to somehow get back to my normal life, and he thought I was funny.
As he reached to pet me again, I nipped at his hand, getting a good bite into his thumb. He wanted a puppy, he’d get one.
“I wasn’t laughing at you, Gabby,” he assured me, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling my head back. I fell forward, back to my knees, as he shifted his position before me. “If you want to play with your mouth, I have something much better than my thumb for you.”
He latched the leash to my collar while unbuttoning his jeans. I licked at my lips, staring at the hard bulge.
“Open.” He tapped my lips, settling himself over my upturned face. He pulled his cock out, stroking it until a dollop of precum sat at the tip. “Tongue out,” he ordered, and like the good puppy I’d become, I obeyed.
He wiped the salty bead across my tongue, taking a step closer to me. The leash wrapped around his fist over and over again until I could feel a tug on my collar. I wouldn’t be able to get even half a step back from him with the leash so tight.
“Take every bit of me, Gabby.” He slid his cock over my tongue, going farther and farther until the round head of his dick hit the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back, but he held the leash tight. “No. Swallow me down.”
Panic set in and I tried to yank back again, shoving my fists at his thighs, but it didn’t matter.
“Swallow and breathe through your nose,” he instructed, pulling back just enough to let me breathe again. “Ready?” He looked down at me, determination blazing in his expression. I had come to know that look. There was no getting away from this.
Again, he plowed forward, down my throat, but this time I was ready and swallowed.
He groaned, pulling back, only to thrust into my mouth again.
He kept a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth, my throat with the same seriousness he fucked my pussy.
I swallowed around him, slid my tongue beneath his silky cock as he moved it over my tongue.
“Fuck.” He growled, sounding every bit the animal he wanted me to be. “Ass up.” He jerked out of my mouth and unraveled the leash just enough for me to obey. I wiped my saliva that had drooled onto my chin as I turned around and offered him my body.
His hands dug into my hips as he lowered himself onto his knees behind me and in one powerful thrust, he was inside me. I moaned at the sudden fullness, the sweet burn of it as he began to move. In and out, his cock moved within me.
“Please, David. Please,” I begged quietly.
“Please what? You want your clit touched?” he asked, amusement in his voice.
“Please.” I nodded along with my plea.
He reached beneath me and flicked my clit with two fingers.
“Yes. Yes!” I bucked back at him, wanting every bit of him so long as it continued to feel so fucking good. He stroked my clit over and over again, while his cock pounded into me.
“You want to come?” he asked, pinching my clit between two fingers.
“Yes!” I hit the ground with my fist, kicking up some loose grass. “Please.”
“Come, Gabby. Be a good girl and come.” He rubbed my clit in circles with more pressure as he fucked me even harder. I stretched around him, and the burn never felt so damn good.
The pressure built, my legs wobbled, and before I could breathe another breath, my body exploded beneath him. I screamed. I screamed out his name as my body was ravaged by my orgasm.
He wasn’t a patient man; he’d told me that before and he proved it to me then.
Before I could catch my breath, he gripped my hips and pulled me back toward him as he thrust forward.
The slapping sounds of our bodies meeting carried through the empty yard, to be followed by his bellow of release as his own orgasm swept him away.
Moments passed as we stayed in the same position, both trying to catch our breath. He eased away from my body and got to his feet. The sounds of pleasure were replaced with a zipper and belt being put back in place.
He tugged on my collar gently. “Let’s go inside.”
I started to crawl after him, exhausted and sated, but he stopped me with a touch to my head. “You can get up on your feet.”
We walked into the cabin, and he brought me to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. “You okay?” he asked, giving me a once-over. “You didn’t cut your knees up, did you? The leaves are falling more now and there’s probably a lot of twigs out there.”
“I’m fine,” I assured him as I waited for him to fill the tub.
He grabbed a bottle from beneath the sink and poured the liquid into the tub. Bubbles formed, giving off a strong scent of lavender. He was letting me have a bubble bath?
“Let’s take off the collar for the tub so the leather doesn’t get ruined,” he instructed, turning me around to unlock the buckle in the back.
When he dropped it to the sink, he inspected my throat.
“The leather is soft, but it’s starting to make a mark.
” With a feathery touch, he trailed his fingers along the back of my neck.
“If you can be good, I’ll leave it off for today. ”
I turned to face him, pushing my hair out of my face.
“I can be good,” I promised, but there was more weight to my words than I had initially intended. I could admit, at least to myself, the happiness and pride in his expression gave me pleasure, too. I was coming to enjoy the smiles and pats and the quiet time we spent together.
“Okay then.” He brushed a lock of hair from my cheek, pushing it behind my ear with the rest. His hand cupped my cheek, and he lowered his mouth over mine.
I froze for a moment, but quickly, as his tongue swept over my bottom lip, I softened to him, welcoming him.
And as quickly as it started, it ended. He pulled back, blinked, then released my face.
“Take as much time as you need.” He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him quietly.
I touched my fingers to my mouth, where the warmth of his lips still lingered.
What the hell was happening?