The Marine's Pet (10 page)

“He makes me nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because… I don’t know.”

“Earnest is not going to do anything to you that you don’t ask for,” Austin tried to reassure her. It was not particularly reassuring given that it seemed to imply she might find herself asking Earnest for something.

“I don’t like this…”

“He’s a dinner guest. You can relax. I promise.”

Sarah believed him, but she could not relax. There was something about Earnest that made her every nerve ending tingle. Not in the way Austin did, but in some other, darker, different way. But he was there, in her home, and good hospitality dictated that she should be a good hostess, so she went out to the kitchen and offered Earnest a drink. He accepted a wine. She poured three glasses, hers a little larger than either of the other two. She was going to need it.

Sipping deeply on her drink, she tried to engage Earnest in polite conversation. It was not easy. He had seemed foreboding at the party. In the smaller confines of her home he loomed even larger. He had great brown eyes rimmed with thick dark lashes, a Roman nose that gave him a haughty look and a long face that terminated in a hard, square jaw. He really did look as though he had stepped out of a Gothic romance novel, even though he was wearing a crisp white shirt and dark slacks that made him look more classic than dated.

Austin had to deal with a situation in the kitchen, which left Sarah to entertain Earnest. She did that by asking him questions about himself. Everyone liked questions about themselves, she figured.

“Do you have a wife?”

“I do not.”

“So Sybil and Hannah are…” Sarah gave up trying to formulate a tactful question. “What is going on with you?”

“One can be a master without being married,” he said.

“But what about their husbands… don’t you… have… you know…”

“She is not shy of personal questions, is she?” Earnest made the remark to Austin as Austin came by to grab some nuts from the bowl on the table.

“She is also not the cat’s mother,” Sarah replied quickly.

Austin was smiling, as if he found the tension between Earnest and Sarah to be amusing for some reason.

“What?”

“You two are like chalk and cheese,” he noted.

“I thought you and I were like chalk and cheese,” Sarah said.

“Well, you two are even chalkier and cheesier,” Austin replied.

He was right. Austin had always been firm and authoritative, but Earnest took it to a whole other level. Sarah really wasn’t sure if she liked him or not. He seemed somewhat humorless, and she still wasn’t sure why Austin had decided to invite him. Was it really just a social call?

“How is your training coming along, Sarah?”

It was Earnest’s turn to ask a question that caught her off-guard.

“My training? Uh…”

“She’s doing very well,” Austin interjected, answering on her behalf.

Sarah felt herself blush. Being discussed in such a manner made her feel hot and tingly all over. Again she was being drawn into a world where her place as Austin’s pet was completely accepted and understood. And that made her little reluctances, her sometimes deliberate misbehavior all the more significant.

“Have you been obeying your master?”

She screwed up her face a little. “Sometimes. Have you been obeying yours?”

Earnest barely responded to her impertinent question aside from to lift his left brow just a fraction.

“Don’t tease him,” Austin chided her gently.

“I’m not teasing,” Sarah said. “I’m making polite conversation.”

“You know you’re not,” Austin replied, his eyes holding warning. He’d probably spank her if she kept going along the path she was on. He’d probably do it in front of Earnest too. Sarah settled down into her couch, watching the men with curious caution.

They proceeded to have a perfectly innocuous conversation. It turned out that Earnest owned a business in his day-to-day life, a fairly large one by the sounds of things. That made sense; he clearly craved control.

“Sarah?”

“Huh?” She had been so busy musing that she had stopped listening.

“Earnest was just saying that they’re looking for some art for the office. Do you have anything for sale at the moment?”

“Ah, well, my art isn’t really office art,” Sarah said. “I doubt anything I do would be suitable.”

A slight twitch in Earnest’s cheek indicated that he once again found her somewhat amusing for some unspoken reason. “What if I were looking for something… unsuitable?”

“Well, I have a lot of that,” Sarah said. “I could show you my studio, if you like.”

Out in the studio, Earnest stood and looked at her art like a fish looking at a bicycle. Sarah braced herself for a polite comment that would surely indicate his disdain for her creations.

“You’re exceptionally talented,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Oh,” Sarah said. “Thank you.”

“Austin has chosen well.”

She was now utterly confused.

“I thought you didn’t approve of me.”

“You’re largely untrained,” Earnest said. “And you have clearly eschewed most of the trappings of common society. Neither of those things are faults, but they do require handling.”

“You require handling,” Sarah muttered under her breath as Earnest’s words once more triggered her rebellious side.

“There, you see… let’s go back inside, before I give into my impulse to correct your behavior myself.”

Sarah laughed at that. Earnest didn’t. Sarah then decided a quick retreat was the best idea.

“He’s brought me back in shame,” Sarah said when they returned to the relative safety of the house. “And unhandled.”

Her comment made Austin’s blond brow rise. “Is there a reason he should have had need to handle you?”

“He says I need handling,” Sarah said. “I can’t imagine why.”

She was enjoying herself. It was always fun to tease Austin, but teasing Austin and his friend really did double the fun, as well as up her perceived notion of danger. The more she had to potentially lose, the more exciting it was. Plus, Sarah was fairly certain that Austin was not actually going to let Earnest do anything to her, and that meant she was more or less free to behave as she liked, pushing Earnest’s stuffy buttons one after the other.

“Go and sit down on the couch,” Austin said. “We’re ready for appetizers.”

Sarah did as she was told, but was surprised when Austin sat next to her without so much as a plate.

“Where are the appetizers?”

“We’re having two sweet buns,” Austin said, drawing her over his lap. “Yours.”

“What?” Sarah squirmed, but there was no escaping Austin’s grip once he had it in place. She was held over his thighs with ease, her bottom high. To her mortification, he swept her skirt up over her back, leaving her in a pair of pink silk panties and little else.

“Austin!”

“Shhh,” he said.

The appetizer, so it seemed, was her panty-clad bottom presented across Austin’s thighs, gently palm warmed just shy of the point where she would have experienced real discomfort. Sarah was grateful for the presence of her panties, not that it made the fact that she was being spanked in front of Earnest any less intense.

Austin clearly didn’t intend to punish her so much as perhaps make a point. The slaps were light, imparting enough sting to remind her of her place. As the spanking drew on, Sarah started to relax. She no longer held herself so rigidly and instead sank over his lap, her thighs parting a little.

“Good,” Austin praised, smoothing his hand over the silk of her panties. She smiled a little, having hidden her face in her folded arms in such a way that allowed her to see Earnest through a little gap over her elbow. She glanced at him, and just as she did, Austin’s fingers slid down the crevice of her cheeks and teased her pussy.

Sarah let out a little gasp and met Earnest’s eyes almost by accident. A bolt of excitement shot through her body as the situation sank in deeper. Her bottom was spanked and now her pussy was being played with and she was being watched by another man.

This must have been how Anastasia had felt that evening, exposed and yet cared for. Earnest’s presence was not lascivious but solid. He was part of a framework she was only just beginning to understand as Austin’s fingers swirled over her panty-clad clit, taking her to a place of erotic openness that was as foreign as it was delightful.

Little jolts of electric eroticism rushed through her body as an orgasm approached rapidly, coming regardless of the fact that she was observed. There was no shame in her response; her body was not capable of discerning the appropriateness of its response. All her physical form knew was that she was experiencing a level of pleasure and excitement that made climax irresistible.

She came, grinding against Austin’s fingers, her hips rising and falling in an unmistakable motion as she panted little sounds of ecstasy into her folded arms, hiding her face as if it made any difference to the fact that she was under the eyes of two men.

“Good girl,” Austin said, patting her bottom gently as her orgasm subsided. “Very good.”

Sarah felt she was being praised for more than just taking the spanking well. She was being praised for having found pleasure in it, for allowing herself to cum. It was her sexuality that he was rewarding; she knew that by the hard ridge pressed against her hip. He would not be allowed to cum as she had, that much was certain. That was something a pet could do freely and a master could not.

When she was restored to her normal upright position, Sarah no longer felt the urge to be cheeky. She felt the urge to cuddle up with Austin and hide for a bit, which she did and which he allowed. There was peace then for a time, followed by actual appetizers that were organic and vegan, aside from the ones that weren’t.

She felt more comfortable with Earnest, even though he had said very little to her. His presence had changed things though; his simply being there had taught her that she was safe with him. He did not make any lascivious comments; he did not judge her for her misbehavior, or for her erotic reaction to her treatment. He was one of the ones who understood, a brother of sorts to Austin.

With that realization came a deeper relaxation. She no longer felt prickly or concerned in his presence; his solemnity ceased to be a cause for concern and was instead a source of reassurance of a kind she hadn’t known she needed.

The rest of the evening was pleasant, far more pleasant than Sarah had imagined it could be. Earnest was actually quite charming, funny even in his own way. They sat about drinking wine and nibbling on bits and pieces of edible art and enjoying one another’s company.

Earnest departed around ten o’clock, leaving Sarah and Austin to enjoy the rest of the evening together.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Austin asked the question once he was done saying goodnight to Earnest.

“It wasn’t, actually,” she admitted.

“You worry about being judged,” Austin said. “The moment you laid eyes on Earnest you decided that he wouldn’t like you. And you were wrong.” He tapped her gently on the nose. “You thought the fact that he was able to handle two women meant that he was cruel and cold. Because in spite of all your experiences with me, you still don’t quite trust this, do you?”

“What are you? A psychologist?”

“It’s my job to understand what isn’t being said, and to understand those who can’t speak at all,” Austin said. “It’s my job to pay attention, and I pay a lot of attention to you.”

Sarah practically glowed hearing those words. He did pay a lot of attention to her. From the beginning he had known her better than she knew herself. And now he was showing her sides of herself she had never dreamed existed. Some of them were not as pretty as they might have been, but others were the source of a depth of pleasure that flooded the very core of her with love.

“Now,” he said. “Are you ready for more?”

She nodded shyly, not certain precisely what was to come, but knowing it would be challenging. Austin had a certain look in his eyes. A masterful expression that held her in thrall as he eased her down to what was becoming a very familiar position at his feet.

He stood up and looked down the length of his body at her. He was tall at the best of times, but so much more so when her head only came up to mid-thigh as she knelt before him. The position made her smaller, and infinitely more vulnerable, but the warmth in his eyes let her know he cared.

“Come,” he said, moving toward her bedroom. “But stay on your knees.”

“You mean, crawl.”

“I mean come,” he said, slapping her bottom then rubbing his fingers down over her panty-clad bottom to pet her pussy lightly. At the other end of her body his fingers lightly scratched along the back of her neck, keeping her hair in his hand to ensure she was still under control.

On hands and knees, Sarah arched her back, lifting her hips to encourage more of his touch. Her panties were pulled quite tight over her pussy, enhancing the sensation as the pads of his fingers traced languidly over her lips and clit and the moistening entrance of her body.

She wasn’t crawling so much as leaning back into his hand, moving her ass back and forth, up and down as she tried to get him to pleasure her further.

“I said come,” he reminded her, swatting her gently. “I have something for you.”

There was a box in the bedroom, which he opened to reveal a butt plug. It was, however, no ordinary butt plug. From the end that protruded outside the body was hung seven inches of blond hair.

Sarah screwed her nose up in confusion. “A tail?”

“A tail for my pet,” he smiled.

“Is this your way of wishing I was actually a dog?”

“It’s my way of helping you settle into a truly submissive mindset,” he said, stroking along her back. “It’s my way of showing you that you really are my pet and I will take care of you, train you, love you.” He patted her bottom gently, then slid her panties down her thighs. “Bow your head down,” he murmured. “And hold your hips high for me.”

She felt a generous dab of lubricant land on her bottom and then the warmth of Austin’s finger as he massaged it in, playing with her tender bud. She was still wet from the earlier stimulation, a lingering liquid between her lips turning into a trickling that began to coat her clit. Austin pressed deeper, his finger sliding into her bottom hole, the tight ring of muscle giving way to his probing. She was being filled again, but this tender probing was just the beginning. Soon the thick length of the plug was being pressed to her bottom, the soft swish of the tail brushing against her thighs adding to the sensation as her body stretched to accommodate a longer, thicker, more permanent intrusion.