Hurt Me (Your Pet For The Night) (3 page)
He climbed into the tub with her, and he bathed her slowly, carefully, passionately before bathing himself.
He carried her out of the bathroom draped in a towel, and laid her down on the bed. He dried her hair, her body, and his own.
She smiled as he pulled the covers over her, as he climbed into bed with her. She felt nothing but a kind of blissful contentedness, and she drifted off into a dreamland sleep, his arm wrapped around her, protecting her.
And in the middle of the night she stirred briefly, and her mind was once again on the pleasures of that night, on the touch of his paintbrush, of his fingers, of his manhood.
And of her touch, her tongue, her fingers, her thick lower lip.
She would have that woman again, and next time it would be on her terms.
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Audrey Grace is the pen name of a thirty-something traveler who has followed her father and his job around the world. A rebellious tomboy in her teenage years, Audrey first discovered her love of scribbling smut with an erotic short story written for class when she was fourteen. It was titled
The Erotic Adventures of Hercules
and earned her an appointment with the principal.
Having lived in Australia, Canada, China, Hong Kong, Japan, and the United Kingdom, smut (and traveling) have always been Audrey’s one consistent. Blessed with a hyperactive sex drive, it’s the one thing she just can’t stop doing. Audrey is currently based in Melbourne, Australia, but she won’t stay there for long!
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Check out this excerpt of Audrey Grace’s pain and power themed tale, also part of the Your Pet For The Night series of BDSM shorts:
Leash Me (Your Pet For The Night)
By Audrey Grace
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Claire is leashed by her Master, and dragged around downtown Melbourne. He takes her from club to bar, and her torture is unending. She's forced to watch him get a lap dance, and then she's forced to flirt with a stranger. And all along her jealousy writhes and squirms within her.
But when she's finally alone with him, she fails to heed his orders, and so she is punished quite severely... with molten candle wax.
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You pull me roughly by my collar into a darkened alley. It’s a tiny space between two buildings, and metal piping surrounds us. You push me hard against the brick wall, and the force of it, it shocks me. And then you move in for a kiss, a kiss like no other could be.
You break the kiss and urgently whisper into my ear. “You’re mine,” you say, “you’re mine,” you say, “don’t you ever forget that!”
I nod and purr in your ear and your hand dives into your pocket. You retrieve the leash and fasten it once again to my collar.
“We’re going back to the hotel,” you say with boiling passion. “I’m sorry but we won’t be able to go to the cocktail bar.”
You tug on my leash and walk quickly away and I am left to follow. Except this time I know where we are going, but still…I
must
follow.
And still, I want to follow.
We walk up to the fancy five star hotel, and burst into the lobby. People are too busy chatting amongst themselves to notice us walk in, even though I am leashed to you.
Even though I am wearing this collar.
We cram ourselves into a lift, our backs against the metal box that swifts us upward and upward. I look at you but you do not look at me. Your breathing is rapid and heavy, and I can see that your trousers are tented.
You are so excited already, and it makes me excited. I bite my lip in anticipation, wondering what is to come.
We get into our hotel room and you slam the door behind you, and you walk me to the bed, and you tell me, “take off your clothes, but leave the collar,” and you turn your back to me and and go and do something else.
I undress myself slowly and efficiently, and fold my clothes and place them at the foot of the bed. I stand there naked in front of you with nothing but my collar around my neck. It takes a while for you to notice that I’m already naked, and when you do a smile flickers briefly across your features. It’s wicked, devilish, even a little scary.
You walk to me and reach past me and gently peel back the covers, and then you take all of the pillows and throw them on the sofa. You say, “lie down,” and so I do, my back flat against the sheet.
“What are you going to do?” I ask, and you turn to look at me.
“Be quiet,” you say, “and don’t move,” you add, and you walk away from me, and I lie there, exposed and naked, for what feels like forever.
But then you return to my great relief, holding something for me, and it takes a moment for my mind to realize what it is.
In your hand are a bunch of small tea light votive candles, and you place them across my whole body, and look at me and smile.
“You must stay very still,” you tell me quietly. “I’m about to place a bowl of wine on your lovely belly. If you spill any of the wine, you will be punished, and don’t think for a moment that it won’t be severely.”
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Check out this sneak peak of Audrey Grace’s scorching BDSM OB/GYN short in Submitting to the Doctor:
By Audrey Grace
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Michelle Marshall is a Sub. She trusts her Master. When her Master books her a gynecological exam, and she thinks that it will just be an ordinary check up. But she couldn't be more wrong. Dr. Pike tells her that her Master has left him very specific instructions, and that she's to obey his every word. She can see the doctor is enjoying it, but what choice does she have?
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“I can also see by your chart that someone else called in your appointment for you.” He looked back down at the chart, nodded, then looked back up at me. “A Mr. Matthew Stone. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” I confirmed. That was Master. I felt a small prick of embarrassment that a man had called in for my gynecological exam, and desperately hoped that my cheeks weren’t turning red.
“He seems to have left some very… specific instructions,” the doctor continued.
“Oh?” I asked, feeling a surge of warmth in my face. My heartbeat quickened and I began to breathe a little more quickly. “I, um, don’t know about that.”
“Is Mr. Stone your regular doctor?”
This time, my cheeks burned. “Um, well, no, he’s, uh—”
“He’s your…?” the doctor prompted.
“My Master,” I whispered, looking down at the ground.
“I see.” Dr. Pike replied. A short silence settled between us before he spoke again. “That explains a lot, such as why he asked me to make sure that you were wearing a butt plug when you arrived here.”
I bit my lip and winced, feeling the prick of embarrassment and shame turn to a million stings. Goose bumps erupted on the tops of my arms and I shivered involuntarily.
“So, Ms. Marshall,” Dr. Pike said, and I heard something new in his voice. I looked back up at him to see that his boyish face had turned into something darker, something scarier, and his mouth was pulled into a devilish grin. “Are you?”
“P-pardon?”
“Are you,” he began, spacing out the words and enunciating each clearly. “Wearing a butt plug?”
Shit, I thought to myself. I was going to pop it out when I changed into my gown, and when nobody was looking, but realized that I wouldn’t have that option now. I could see in Dr. Pike’s face that he was already enjoying this.
Fucker.
“Yes, doctor,” I admitted. “I am.”
The grin on his face grew wider, and his body seemed to brim with a new energy. He was clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Unfortunately, Mr. Stone has left very specific instructions. He told me that I am to check, physically, that you are indeed wearing your butt plug.”
“Oh,” I sounded, my heart racing. I was beginning to feel quite hot, and I wiped away beaded sweat from my upper lip.
“I’m going to need you to stand against the wall, placing your palms on the wall above your head.”
“Okay,” I whispered, feeling uncertain and a little afraid. Though Dr. Pike had managed to keep his voice relatively professional, I could see the bulge in his trousers, and could practically feel the sexual energy radiating off him. The man was aroused. He was getting off on my discomfort, getting excited just anticipating my coming humiliation.
But what could I do? These were Master’s wishes. These were Master’s orders. I shut my eyes for a moment, before standing up and moving slowly to the wall. The nerves and fear gave way to some excitement, some anticipation, too. My body was whirring, my emotions a complete clash. It was why I was practically panting. It was why my hands were trembling.
I recalled the conversation with Master I’d had when he set up this appointment. He hadn’t told me of anything special happening. From the way he’d told me, it seemed as though this would just be a regular exam.
Carefully, I placed my hands against the wall as the doctor had ordered. I instantly felt his hands on the outsides of my thighs, grasping them while he pushed my skirt upwards. He bunched up the fabric above my hips, and quickly began pulling my panties down my legs. I winced, gritting my teeth as he guided my two feet out of my panties. He grabbed my ass in either hand and spread my cheeks roughly.
“Good girl,” he growled, tapping the base of the butt plug lightly. I felt the vibrations in my rectum.
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Check out this sneak peak of Audrey Grace’s extreme tale of bondage and humiliation:
By Audrey Grace
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Ana's Master requests her help at his exclusive fairground stall; she accepts, but Ana has no idea she's in for. She finds herself locked naked in a tiny wooden box, bound at the ankles and the wrists and suspended in the air, legs spread and a two-way mirror in front of her. Sex toys are in position and on motors. She knows many men are watching her, but she is completely unprepared for her... humiliation.
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Inside the tent was a small wooden room. Steps led directly up to it. It was tiny, and smelled freshly of waxed wood. The room was well lit, and the birch looked great against my skin.
“Get in and sit down.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I got in and sat down. The room wasn’t very large. I was able to place each of my feet in a corner, with my knees still bent and pointing upward. Drake squeezed past me and fastened leather straps (they were absolutely gorgeous and soft) around my ankles, tying me to rings on the floor in the corners of the room. My heart was really racing.
“Hands.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lifted my hands above my head, and felt Drake fasten leather straps to them as well. They too were tied to metal rings that were hanging from the ceiling.
Then Drake left the tiny room, and I could only sit there, wondering at my situation. It wasn’t quite a predicament, but it was definitely a situation. You see, I hadn’t asked Drake how I would be helping him. That would have been… bad.
I heard Drake shuffling behind the small wooden room, and realized that I was effectively in a box, and that he could move around outside. A wooden panel was pulled up through the top revealing a mirror directly in front of me. With my legs spread, and my arms bound above my head, I could see nearly every inch of myself.
A bit more shuffling, and a small tube was lowered down near my face.
“Water,” I heard him call through the wooden box. I had become accustomed now to calling my room a box. It, after all, wasn’t really a room.
I tested the tube, and indeed cool water flowed. I knew at this point that my time spent in this box would be considerable.
Without warning, the rings my wrists were bound to were pulled, and I was suspended in the air. My bum lifted off the floor. I was hanging by my wrists, and anchored by my ankles.
I gazed around the small box, or you could call it a human-sized cupboard, seeing if there were any details I could make out. I saw two small circular holes cut into the sides of the box, the ‘walls’, on both my left and my right. Each was roughly three to four inches off the ground. My mind was already racing through the possibilities, and I could feel my breath beginning to quicken. Images and fantasies whirred through my mind, playing themselves out before me.
But I quickly found out what really was to come. Through each hole, two cables were pushed through. The cables were stiff and black. At the end of each cable was a small pinching clamp, and with toothed-fingers, too. I shivered and quivered, not even having guessed that
this
was what they were going to be used for.
Drake’s footsteps could be barely heard as he made his way back around to the entrance to my box. He squeezed in past me, and I could smell his cologne, but on top of that, a hint of musk. Carefully, he pinched each of the two clamps on each of my inner pussy lips. It hurt. I winced but made no sound, and after a moment, became accustomed to the feel. This wasn’t the first time I’d had things clamped to my lips, and it wouldn’t be the last.
I tried to smile at Drake as he left, but he didn’t look at me. All I was left with was the image of two metal pincers attached to my inner labia. They were not yet pulled tight — my flaps were not yet pulled apart.