the hall mirror, willed the butterflies rampaging in her ribcage to settle and opened the door.
A Pet handler in an immaculate black suit offered her a businesslike smile. ‘Are you Stella James?’ Once Tino caught sight of her, the man had to strong-arm him into standing quietly.
‘I am, yes.’
He handed her the official Pet Shop rucksack and his smile broadened. ‘Based on this big boy’s reaction, I thought you must be.’ Then he released Tino, who practically catapulted over the threshold, taking an immediate position on the floor at her feet. He wrapped both arms around her leg and commenced with a deliciously ticklish tongue bath over her right kneecap, working his way to the inside of her leg where the sensation was far more than just ticklish.
The man in the suit smiled down at him as Stella ran her fingers through his hair and placed a heavy hand on his head to temporarily slow the progress, at least until the door was shut. ‘Yep. I’d say he’s definitely glad to see you.’ He looked down at his watch. ‘I’ll be back for him the same time Sunday evening.’ He gave her a stern glance. ‘This time try not to keep me waiting.’ Then he offered another smile, turned briskly on his heels and was gone.
By the time she managed to shut the door, Tino was already shoving at the hem of her dress, his hands moving up to cup her arse cheeks beneath the fabric. His enormous erection was fully visible through his trousers.
‘Tino. Tino! Behave.’ She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘At least let me get you out of these clothes before you maul me.’ She joined him on the floor, but instead of sitting quietly while she undressed him as he had for Anne, he sprang. He pulled her into a rough and tumble across the floor of the lounge, biting and nipping and raking his fully clothed cock hard against her every time there was contact.
‘Tino. Tino! You’re a bad boy!’ Her voice was breathless, accentuated by the hammering of her heart threatening to jump out of her throat. Fear, hunger, loss of control, animal lust all jumbled together inside her and so much more. ‘Tino, am I going to have to spank you first thing?’ The slight tremor in her voice was now clearly evident.
But before fear could dominate the cocktail of emotions Tino pinned her splay-legged beneath him. Her dress had ridden up around her hips in the romp on the floor. Fully clothed, he insinuated his body so that the erection threatening the integrity of his fly rubbed shockingly against the satin gusset of her knickers. Then he began to rock and shift and rub against her, his barely restrained penis pressing the damp crotch of her panties into the deepening trough between her swelling labia. ‘Oh God, Tino. You’re so, so naughty,’ she managed to gasp before he took her mouth. His tongue ravaged hers and danced across her teeth and hard pallet, and her body found his rhythm very pleasing. She matched the rocking and shifting of his hips, intensifying the sensation by wrapping her legs around him and lifting to meet his thrusts as his enthusiasm grew.
‘Tino,’ she gasped, as his tongue forsook her mouth for the soft hollow of her throat, nipping the tender flesh just hard enough to make her suck in a harsh breath, which caused everything to tense. ‘I’ll have to punish you. You know that?’ Her words ended in a little shudder as he nuzzled aside the fabric to expose her left breast, which felt like it was mostly nipple as he took it into his mouth and suckled like he would draw the very heart of her up through it and into himself.
She was riding the edge, unable to concentrate on anything but the liquid heat between her legs. Tino was a Pet, she reminded herself, her Pet, and it was way too soon to give over the reins. But any thought of controlling her Pet was completely lost when he lifted himself onto his hands in a modified push-up position, which gave him more driving force against her grasping cunt. The
A Pet handler in an immaculate black suit offered her a businesslike smile. ‘Are you Stella James?’ Once Tino caught sight of her, the man had to strong-arm him into standing quietly.
‘I am, yes.’
He handed her the official Pet Shop rucksack and his smile broadened. ‘Based on this big boy’s reaction, I thought you must be.’ Then he released Tino, who practically catapulted over the threshold, taking an immediate position on the floor at her feet. He wrapped both arms around her leg and commenced with a deliciously ticklish tongue bath over her right kneecap, working his way to the inside of her leg where the sensation was far more than just ticklish.
The man in the suit smiled down at him as Stella ran her fingers through his hair and placed a heavy hand on his head to temporarily slow the progress, at least until the door was shut. ‘Yep. I’d say he’s definitely glad to see you.’ He looked down at his watch. ‘I’ll be back for him the same time Sunday evening.’ He gave her a stern glance. ‘This time try not to keep me waiting.’ Then he offered another smile, turned briskly on his heels and was gone.
By the time she managed to shut the door, Tino was already shoving at the hem of her dress, his hands moving up to cup her arse cheeks beneath the fabric. His enormous erection was fully visible through his trousers.
‘Tino. Tino! Behave.’ She couldn’t keep the smile out of her voice. ‘At least let me get you out of these clothes before you maul me.’ She joined him on the floor, but instead of sitting quietly while she undressed him as he had for Anne, he sprang. He pulled her into a rough and tumble across the floor of the lounge, biting and nipping and raking his fully clothed cock hard against her every time there was contact.
‘Tino. Tino! You’re a bad boy!’ Her voice was breathless, accentuated by the hammering of her heart threatening to jump out of her throat. Fear, hunger, loss of control, animal lust all jumbled together inside her and so much more. ‘Tino, am I going to have to spank you first thing?’ The slight tremor in her voice was now clearly evident.
But before fear could dominate the cocktail of emotions Tino pinned her splay-legged beneath him. Her dress had ridden up around her hips in the romp on the floor. Fully clothed, he insinuated his body so that the erection threatening the integrity of his fly rubbed shockingly against the satin gusset of her knickers. Then he began to rock and shift and rub against her, his barely restrained penis pressing the damp crotch of her panties into the deepening trough between her swelling labia. ‘Oh God, Tino. You’re so, so naughty,’ she managed to gasp before he took her mouth. His tongue ravaged hers and danced across her teeth and hard pallet, and her body found his rhythm very pleasing. She matched the rocking and shifting of his hips, intensifying the sensation by wrapping her legs around him and lifting to meet his thrusts as his enthusiasm grew.
‘Tino,’ she gasped, as his tongue forsook her mouth for the soft hollow of her throat, nipping the tender flesh just hard enough to make her suck in a harsh breath, which caused everything to tense. ‘I’ll have to punish you. You know that?’ Her words ended in a little shudder as he nuzzled aside the fabric to expose her left breast, which felt like it was mostly nipple as he took it into his mouth and suckled like he would draw the very heart of her up through it and into himself.
She was riding the edge, unable to concentrate on anything but the liquid heat between her legs. Tino was a Pet, she reminded herself, her Pet, and it was way too soon to give over the reins. But any thought of controlling her Pet was completely lost when he lifted himself onto his hands in a modified push-up position, which gave him more driving force against her grasping cunt. The
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