She struggled against the unnatural curve he forced her to hold, but his strength allowed him to keep her there, her breasts pressed against her chest. His leg came between hers, throwing her further off balance and forcing her to clasp her legs around his thigh to remain standing. To her embarrassment, her body heated against his leg, and she was sure he could feel the slick slide of her wet pussy. “I’m sorry, Master. I forgot.”
“Then we should give you something to remind you of your manners.”
He grabbed her roughly by the wrist and dragged her toward an exhibit that held two male swans kissing as their master looked on. She examined them and realized it was the same master with his two male subs she’d seen in the garden last night. The sight of all that masculine beauty touching each other sent an additional surge of arousal through her, and she was shocked to realize that she actually found the idea of two men together to be hot …really hot.
“Eyes on me,” Bryan said in a cold voice, and she tore her gaze away from the spectacle of the swans.
He stepped back, and she mourned the loss of his heat even as anger tightened her stomach at his harsh treatment. Then again, they had discussed that he expected her to follow his rules and that she would be punished if she broke them. The anger cooled into guilt as he continued to stare at her in that chilly manner. He didn’t have to tell her how disappointed he was; she could feel it coming off him in waves.
She dropped her gaze, unable to look at him, and instead studied her tail as it wrapped around her feet. Oddly enough she wanted to hug her tail to herself, hide behind it until Bryan was no longer angry. She absolutely hated it when someone was angry with her, and had spent most of her marriage doing anything she could to make her husband happy. Now Bryan was disappointed with her, and she didn’t know how to fix it.
Bryan had moved closer while she was mentally chastising herself, and fisted a hand in her hair so she was forced to meet his gaze. He stroked his thumb against her cheek, and the tears slid free, flowing down her chin. He sighed and pulled her into his arms. “Little flame, I forget what a tender heart you have. Promise me you will try to do better, and I will forgive you for your slipup.”
She nodded and sniffed, trying to keep her lower lip from trembling.
“But if you disobey me and speak out of turn again, I will know it is a willful challenge of my control, and I will punish you. I know I may come off as a bit scary, but I promise you I would not be doing you any favors by letting you run roughshod over me.”
A small part of her wanted to push him to see if he would follow through, but to her core, she was a people pleaser and always would be. Still, she wondered what one of his punishments would be like, if it would be some type of delicious sexual torture. “I promise I’ll be better, Master. I’m so sorry I disappointed you.”
He brushed his lips over hers, a brief caress that made the weight on her heart lift, to be replaced by joy. “I know you will. If you need to speak, ask me for permission, and I may or may not grant it.”
She almost spoke, then caught herself and settled for an empathetic nod instead. He laughed and scratched her ears, a surprisingly pleasant sensation that had her arching into his hand. She clasped her paws together to keep from indulging in the strange urge to rub her cheeks all over his body, to cover herself in his scent. A primal part wanted anyone who walked past them to know she belonged to him—from the collar around her neck to his pheromones on her skin—or in this case, fur.
“Come along now, my spoiled little fox, before I’m tempted to take you right here and fuck that sweet cunt until you beg me to finish.” He adjusted his cock and gave himself an extra squeeze. “If you’re a good girl, I may even let you orgasm.”
Let her orgasm? She had to work her butt off, literally, to orgasm. Even then it was a hit-or-miss thing. On the other hand, she surely hadn’t had any problem reaching her peak with Bryan. His gaze turned hot, as if he could hear her thoughts, and a rather arrogant smile curved his lips. She wanted to snap at him but wisely held her tongue when he lifted his eyebrows and gave her a cool glance. His lips twitched in amusement as she struggled to control her temper.
Without another word, he took the end of the leash from where it dangled between her legs. Moving her skirt over to the side with one hand, he growled deep in his throat as he stared at her damp cleft. With the leather handle of the leash, he stroked up and down her slit until she widened her stance, giving him better access with a needy tilt of her hips.
Instead of running the leather over her clit, he slapped that tender bud of nerves with the edge of the leash, and she whimpered. It hurt, but it also felt so damned good. He spanked her again and again until she thrust forward to meet each slap of leather on her sensitive skin. He held her labia open and fully exposed her clit, pulling back slightly on the hood so it stood out like a bright pink button.
The air on her overheated skin had her squirming, and Bryan made a shushing noise. “Easy now. If I took that swollen clit into my mouth, I’d nibble on it, sucking until your juice soaked my face.”
A plea almost escaped her, but she bit it back at the last moment and just moaned her need. With a featherlight touch, he wiggled the end of the leash back and forth over her nub, quickly driving her to the peak. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach, another breath, a mere touch away. Rather than giving her the release she craved, he backed away and tugged at the leash, forcing her to follow him as the flesh between her legs pounded with each beat of her heart.
“You may beg me, little flame.”
The words poured out of her mouth in a torrent of need. “Please, Sir. Please, please, please, make me come.”
He stepped back and smiled. “No.” With that, he turned and gave an expectant tug on her leash, seemingly secure in his knowledge that she would follow him.
She stared at his back, torn between wanting to kick him and wanting to drop to her knees and beg him to continue. They’d attracted a bit of an audience while Bryan punished her, but in her aroused state, she didn’t care as much as she usually would. The only thing in the world she wanted to do right now was orgasm, and the man holding her chain and walking with that damn sexy swagger was the only one who could give it to her the way she wanted.
The way she needed.
They passed several more exhibits, each featuring an erotic display that left her gaping. She could have easily spent her allotted three hours wandering from exhibit to exhibit if left on her own. Her previous irritation at Bryan’s assumption that she would do whatever he wished faded into gratitude. With Bryan in control of their experience, all she had to do was obey him and enjoy the ride.
A big man who looked like a cross between a Doberman and a human strained against his leash as they passed, growling at Bryan but giving Tanwen a very interested look. His mistress said something in a sharp tone, and he stopped, panting and whining as she dragged him away by his collar. Bryan completely ignored the display, but Tanwen couldn’t help a shiver of fear and a small tingle of arousal at the thought of that beast breaking free of his chain. Thank goodness Bryan had a destination in mind, and she soon found herself walking behind him, trying to anticipate where he was taking her.
Chapter Eight
They rounded the corner of a monkey habitat, and Tanwen ran into Bryan’s back before she realized he had stopped. There had been at least a dozen human/monkey people in the habitat having all kinds of wild sex while making use of the swinging ropes and the jungle gym. She’d been astonished by the sight of one monkey woman sitting in a tire swing and being spun around a circle of masters, giving each cock she passed a suck before they pushed her around the circle to the next master.