“But, Sir,” I protested softly, tugging lightly at his horns. “He got those drops inside me too.Deepinside me!”
Sir groaned—the sound a drowning man makes when he’s going down for the last time. Then he wrapped his long, muscular arms around my thighs and split me wide.
“Open up for me then, little one,” he commanded. “Open your pussy for my tongue.”
“Yes, Master!” I moaned, arching my back and tilting my pelvis to give him better access. “My pussy is yours—do whatever you want with it.”
“What I want is to lap deep inside you to get rid of the rest of those damn eroticizing drops,” he growled.
And then he plunged his tongue deep into my pussy, filling me as much as he could as he licked me out.
Sir’s tongue was big and quite thick, owing to his size. If I hadn’t felt both hiscandallaand his cock inside me—wellmostof his cock—it would have seemed to be the perfect size. And it felt really good to have him licking me so deeply—so good that I moaned and arched my back, giving myself up completely to the pleasure of having him tongue-fuck me. But all the while I couldn’t help wishing for something thicker, somethingmore.
I was close…so damnclose,I thought. If he would just stimulate my clit, just a little bit more, I knew I would go off like a rocket!
Sir seemed to read my mind because one broad finger found its way to my aching clit and began to stroke and circle the tight little button. At last he was giving me exactly what I needed with no holding back! With a gasping cry, I felt myself tilting over the edge of orgasm as he stroked my clit and continued to fuck me deeply with his tongue.
“Sir!” I moaned, gripping his horns and pulling him down hard. “Oh God, yes…yes!Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me with your tongue!”
Sir’s answer was an inarticulate growl and he redoubled his licking and sucking, guiding me through my orgasm until at last I collapsed, nothing but a shivering, shaking mess on top of the big box where he had first placed me.
“Sir,” I gasped, letting go of his horns at last, feeling boneless with pleasure. “That was sogood.Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, little one.” His voice was still hoarse, but he sounded more in control of himself now—which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. “Did I get all the eroticizing drops off of you and out of your soft little cunt?”
“I…Ithinkso,” I said tentatively, raising up on my elbows to look at him. I was hoping he would say we had to stay together now, but the look on his face didn’t give me much hope.
“Good.” Sir nodded decisively. “Then it’s time to take you home.”
“But,Sir!”I protested. “You can’t just—”
Just then there was a sharp rapping on the door of the storage closet.
“Just amern!”Sir called and hastily put his mask back on. It was a good thing he did because the next moment, Mister Takalook popped his head in.
“Ah, there you are,” he said to Sir. “I thought I saw you come in here. Tasting your new pet, were you? Well good,” he continued, before Sir or I could say anything. “Then she’s sure to be ready for the Pet Show.”
“The what?” Sir frowned at him.
“The Pet Show,” Mister Takalook said impatiently. “You know—the one you gave your legal word to participate in when you signed the contract at the door? The Under Road auctionalwayshas a Pet Show after the auction is finished,” he added. “It’s tradition.”
“But I didn’t know I was signing a legal promise to participate,” Sir protested, frowning.
“Ignorance is no excuse,” Mister Takalook snapped. “Youmustparticipate. Especially since the auctioning of your pet was the highlight of the evening! The other participants would bemostunhappy if you refuse to let everyone have one last look at your rare pet!”
Sir’s face looked like a thundercloud and I could see him trying to find a way out of the legally binding contract he had signed…and failing.
“Very well,” he said at last. “But tell whoever’s doing the judging that they’re not to touch little one. I myself will position her—no one else is to lay a finger on her!”
“Well, aren’tyoupossessive?” Mister Takalook remarked snarkily. “Not that I blame you—youdidpay a vast amount for her. Very well, as I happen to be the judge myself, I’ll agree to your request. But you must do exactly as I say in order to show your Pet to the best advantage.”
Sir sighed and ran a hand over his hair and horns.
“Very well,” he said at last. “How long will this take?”
“It will take as long as it takes,” Mister Takalook said sharply. “Now please come out of the storage room and take your place in the line. We’ll be doing a leash walk first and each Pet will be shown in the order which they were bought. After that, I will choose which Pets will progress to the final judging.”
“Very well,” Sir muttered again. He turned to me. “Well, little one—I guess we’re not destined to be parted just yet.”