The Human Pet: A Sci-Fi Romance

Part 29

Tarak

My pet writhes on the bed. "Faster."

I chuckle. We are fighting for control, and right now, I need to control my needy, demanding little pet.

I grab her muzzle. "Open your mouth, pet." As I buckle the straps, her defiant glare is back. Poor pet. She wants to order me around, but now...

I run a finger along her cheekbone. "Show me that you can say yes and no."

She does as I bid, shaking her head to ring the little bell, and then growling behind the ball in her mouth. So alluring.

I gaze at my work—her beautiful body bound by the red ropes crisscrossing her body in intricate patterns. "Look at you, all splayed out for me. Permission to explore your body, pet?"

The bell on her collar rings, permitting me to proceed. Between the way she rolls her hips and bucks and the scent exudes from her slit, she makes her other intentions known. I feel strong and powerful. Only my touch can satisfy her.

I am careful to situate myself over her, with my elbows on each side of her, so that I cover her body with mine. Between the ropes and the cuffs and my body pressing on hers, my little pet is at my mercy.

I blow on her ear and then kiss her delicate earlobe. She moans behind the ball in her mouth.

"Don't worry. I will explore every patch of skin of you, my beautiful pet, and I will do it–"

She bucks against me and moans, saliva dripping from the ball in her mouth. Her intense green eyes look greedy with want; that is what makes this game fun, that I can tease her and drag this out.

"–As slow as possible. We may be here for days," I say as I gently suck on her earlobe.

She scrunches her neck. Tiny little hairs on her arms stand on end. This communication game is glorious. I get to use my mind and mouth and tongue and fingers to gently probe and learn all about her.

My pet is a song of need, and I must attune myself to the signals of her wants and pleasures. There are the tiny moans, the goosebumps, the shivers, and even the way she bucks her body against me. Even her heartbeat provides a cue; her heartbeat slows when I lay over her and gaze into her eyes or speeds up when I tease her by letting my fingers scrape the skin near her slit.

This is the ultimate way to learn how to communicate. I did not lie to her; I want to play this game for days.

These humans are strange. Who would have thought that playing with the outside of their ears would get her to shiver? Or that droplets of sweat would trickle down the side of her face when my fingers skitter over the dark circle and nipple of her perky breast. I cannot resist further exploration, licking around her nipple and when I take it into my mouth and suck, she keens and curls her toes.

It's while I alternate between licking and sucking each nipple that her constant bucking against me gets to me. My needs are now activated, too, and my pants are so tight that I must loosen them, except that makes things more complicated because it makes it easier for my atums to break free. Even if one atum gets loose it can be hard to handle, but since each atum has a mind of its own, collectively they can get in a lot of trouble.

Of course, the moment I think this, my atums whip themselves out, freeing themselves and writhing. Oh, they want her badly.

Wait, I tell them.

"Pet," I say, concentrating hard, only permitting a single atum to writhe in front of her face. "This is an atum. They want to play. You can choose to give them permission. If you decide no, I will not let them." It will be a pain to bind them if she forbids them, but this is about my pet's comfort, not mine.

The sound of her ringing bell brings joy to me and the atums. My atums seem enchanted with her, dancing in the air around her.

"Remove her ropes," I tell the atums, and they slither over her stomach and undo the knots. "Good. Now hold her down for me."

A few of the bravest atums slither along her body, coiling themselves around her arms. Now the atums crisscross over her abdomen.

Somehow, even with all these atums tight around her, she bucks again. The scent of her slit draws me to her.

"Keep her entertained atums."

The atums know what to do. Already, a few of them encircle her breasts, tickling her nipples. Her eyes glaze, and she slobbers around the muzzle, making the most delightful little moans.

Her alluring scent pricks my nostrils. I lift her behind into the air. Her legs open. The area between her legs is strange, covered by hair or fur. Is the rest of her scourge like or...?

"Pet, I want to... Explore. Find out what hoomans are like. Permission to go deeper?" I ask, patting the soft little curly hairs between her legs.