Captivated. Lisette Ashton

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      I beamed as Mark pinned the small blue ribbon on my leather bra strap. I sat quietly and pressed my cheek to his thigh as other puppies were awarded ribbons for things like best hair and most playful. One of the judges held up a big purple ribbon emblazoned with the words ‘Best in Show’. I figured it would go to the male puppy who belonged to the red-haired Domme. He had the look of a Great Dane about him with his muscled shoulders and regal carriage.

      ‘And Best in Show goes to Libby!’

      I stiffened with surprise. Mark’s hands stilled atop my head. Our gazes met in shock. Finally, he laughed and walked out to grab my ribbon. I preened as he fastened it onto my other bra strap. The weight of the ribbon pulled on the leather but I didn’t care. I was pleased as punch with my award. I might not have been the most enthusiastic puppy when I’d arrived, but I’d made the best of it, embracing the experience as something new and different, and look at what that attitude had earned me! Best in show!

      After the excitement of the award portion, most of the masters led their puppies back into the living room where they sat around and chatted. I rested on the floor next to Mark’s feet while he talked to one of the other Doms, a fellow cop, about police stuff that didn’t interest me. I noticed some groups and couples disappearing to other rooms. Soon noises reached my ears that confirmed my suspicions.

      ‘You and your puppy want to join Molly and me in one of Jake’s rooms?’ Mark’s friend cupped his puppy’s breast and gave it a squeeze.

      I glanced up at Mark to see what he was thinking. One look at his face and I realised I shouldn’t have worried. He enjoyed nudging my boundaries but knew that group sex and party sex were entirely off the table. I was willing to dress up like a puppy and prance around an agility course but I wasn’t about to let a stranger fuck me. ‘I think we’ll head on home. My puppy has had a long day. She needs her rest.’

      Relieved by Mark’s answer, I patiently trotted alongside him as he made our excuses and said goodbye to the dominants still hanging around the living room. We made our way to his SUV, me still crawling and him leading me around by the leash. When we reached the car, he had me stand up and lean against the car with my breasts pushed against the glass. He framed my back, his body curved to mine, and carefully removed the tail plug. I groaned as it finally gave way. The aching sensation of emptiness left me panting. Mark spun me around and grasped my chin in his big paw. He captured my lips and stabbed his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues duelled as we shared a passionate, lust-filled embrace in the driveway.

      ‘Take me home,’ I begged, my body vibrating with need. ‘Take me home and fuck me, Master. Be rough with me.’ I bit down hard on his earlobe, loving the startled hiss that escaped his lips. ‘Own me.’

      Growling, Mark separated from me and jerked open the passenger door. He shoved me onto the seat, reached for the seatbelt and buckled me in quickly before slamming the door. He slid into the driver’s seat, fastened his seatbelt and left the driveway. On the ride home, his rough, hot hand roamed my exposed skin. He pinched and caressed in a bid to keep me aroused and teetering on the verge of losing it. When we hit our driveway, I could barely contain my eagerness. I wanted Mark so badly it hurt.

      We barely made it inside the house. I dropped to my knees when we reached the kitchen and pushed Mark back against the refrigerator. I reached for the front of his pants and grunted with frustration when I remembered I was still wearing those damn mittens. Mark quickly unfastened them and tugged them free. I stretched my fingers a few times before grasping the button of his pants and pulling down the zipper.

      I freed his cock for my pleasure and stroked his rigid length. He had a truly magnificent dick. Thick, long and always hard. He had such amazing stamina and control. Lasting power was never an issue. Some nights I’d ride him until I thought I’d just die from sheer pleasure.

      I licked my lips and let a little saliva pool on the tip of my tongue before wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock. I slicked his skin with my wet lips and tongue, swallowing all of him on the first go and using those hard-earned deep-throating skills. He groaned and cupped the back of my head. A frisson of delight tore through me. I just loved it when he took control during blowjobs, guiding my head and mouth in the rhythm he loved best. Fast and shallow, then slow and deep, he thrust his cock into my willing mouth. I thought for a moment he would come against my tongue, but he pulled back rather unexpectedly and gazed down at me, his eyes dark with hunger and lust.

      ‘Take off your panties,’ he ordered. ‘Face down on the tile. Show Master his cunt.’

      I trembled with anticipation as I slipped out of my leather undies and got into the position he wanted. I reached between my spread thighs and opened the wet petals of my sex to his inspection. My cheek rested against the tile but my knees were still cushioned by the pads Mark had given me.

      ‘So wet and pink and pretty just for me,’ Mark murmured as he knelt behind me. He drew his cock between my silken folds and circled my clit with the blunt tip. I moaned at the wild sensation of his dick stimulating me. He chuckled with amusement and pulled his cock through my pussy lips again. I shuddered and pushed back against him, so desperate for him that I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

      Mark showed mercy and plunged deep inside me with one powerful thrust. I groaned as he gripped my hips and jackhammered my cunt. There was nothing sweet or gentle about this mating. We were rough and loud and frenzied. My palms squelched against the tile as Mark’s thrusts drove me across the floor. My loud cries echoed in the kitchen. Mark panted as he snapped his hips. ‘Touch your clit, Libby. Come for me.’

      It took only a few flicks of my fingers to send me reeling head first into a powerful climax. I screamed and convulsed as I came so hard I saw stars. Mark’s cock continued to stroke my pussy as he chased his own release. ‘Libby! Libby! Libby!’

      Mark slammed deep and shot searing jets of come, claiming and marking me as his. We fell forward on the tile, our bodies still joined, and clutched at one another. Mark’s lips ghosted over my ear. Still breathing hard, he whispered, ‘I was so proud of you. I wanted you to see that it’s all right to be embarrassed and uncomfortable and that sometimes it’s perfectly fine to be really silly.’ He squeezed my ass and kissed my shoulder. ‘And you did.’

      ‘You know –’ I drew my initials on his forearm ‘– you could have just told me that and we could have skipped the puppy show.’

      ‘And miss out on these nifty little ribbons?’ He flicked the awards still pinned to my bra. ‘Never!’

      I snorted and turned my head so I could kiss his cheek. ‘I love you, Mark. Even when you’re overbearing and demanding and make me dress up like a puppy.’

      ‘I know,’ he replied contentedly.

      ‘Happy birthday, baby.’

      He grinned and turned my face towards his. My eyelids drifted together as he kissed me. Oh, sure, I was dressed up in the most ridiculous outfit ever, and yeah, my ass was still kind of sore from that stupid tail, but it had been an interesting night. More importantly, I’d made Mark happy. In the end, there were few things I wouldn’t do for love.

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      ‘What kind of party?’ I find myself fidgeting with the hem of my dress.

      Something Samuel doesn’t like. There are fidgets that are approved and those that are not. The hem thing – a favourite of mine – is unladylike in his eyes. If you’re going to dress like a lady, act like a lady. If you’re going to dress like a whore, act like a whore …

      Which brings me to the worry that is filling me.

      He eyes me in the mirror as he fixes his tie. He’s to go to dinner tonight with a big client. He’s