good girl

Just something that’s been rolling around in my head. I’m planning on making it a full-fledged story, but here’s a scene for you. Monster’s first real attempt at erotica, go~

I couldn’t move. Well, no, that was a lie. I could wriggle my ears if I tried. They weren’t my ears, not really. Black, furry and floppy, they peeked through my hair. Without even a conscious thought from me, they followed sounds and conveyed emotion. Flat against my head when I was scared (which had been happening a lot lately) or perked up when something interested me.

Oh, and I could wag my tail. That black-and-white thing wasn’t mine either. But just like my ears, it moved of its own accord most of the time. Both ears and tail were surgically attached, meaning I couldn’t get rid of them if I tried. It’d hurt like a bitch, anyway.

She trailed her fingers along my spine. Except for the harness that kept me securely locked in what she called “the stocks,” I was naked. My ears flattened against my head and I let out a low whimper. I wasn’t allowed to speak. The sore bruises on my ass reminded me of that. “Oh, Puppy, what’s wrong? Afraid of me?” I could hear the grin in her voice. She enjoyed hurting me, I was quite sure of that.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she stepped in front of my face. “Whyever would you be scared of me?” She crouched and whispered into my ear. I shut my eyes tight, ready for the sting of pain I was sure was coming. But it didn’t. Instead she ran her hand down my neck and over my chest, weighing my breasts one at a time. “Look at me, Puppy.” She breathed. I forced myself to open my eyes and lifted my chin to look into her face. To be honest, she was beautiful. She was only a few years older than me, with soft skin and a toned body. With her free hand, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Good girl.”

After all the pain she’d been inflicting on me, “good girl” sent a shiver through my body. It sounded so…nice. I stared hard into her green eyes, trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She brought both hands down onto my chest, rubbing my nipples gently. I moaned quietly, bucking slightly in the restraints. I didn’t want to get turned on, but it was too late for that. I could feel myself getting damp already. “Puppy likes that, doesn’t she?” She smiled, then stood up and straddled me. She ran her hands down my neck, across my chest, down my belly, then paused. I trembled, knowing where her hands were going next. “Don’t be scared, girl.” I whined anyway.

Her hands began moving again. “Puppy is so nice and smooth.” She began to massage my clit, slowly at first, then quicker and more intense. I whined and tried to pull my hips forward, away from her fingers. She just kept going. Finally, I stopped trying to move away. It felt too good. She dipped a finger inside and laughed slightly as I grunted. Now I wanted it. I needed it. I was close now, sweat beading on my forehead and my muscles tensing.

Then she just stopped. I let out a questioning whine and bit my lip. I had only needed a few seconds more… She stepped out of her straddled position. I heard a zipper, then the soft ‘flump’ of clothes hitting the floor. Her bare feet made hardly any noise on the wood. I could see her bare legs in front of me now. She unclipped the front half of my body from the stocks, then yanked me by the hair into a kneeling position. I yelped in surprise and looked up into her face. She thrust my head down and into her pelvis.

“Lick, Puppy. Be a good girl.”