CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
CAUTION: SEXUAL INDULGENCE AND DEGRADING BEHAVIOUR. :) đź‘Ť
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"I want to be your pet again."
Ives was touched by Isolde's desire for his affection, it was so raw and unfiltered she was willing to forfeit her human rights and live as his possession.
Ives brought his hand and stroked Isolde's head gently, she cooed and shifted a bit. Her reaction showing her approval of his gesture.
"Do you like me because I treated you better than your former masters?" Ives questioned her, hoping to understand how she felt about herself and the way she saw their relationship.
Isolde rose, sat on Ives' laps and wrapped her arms around his neck. She brought her face close and rubbed it against his cheeks. She sniffed him and grinded against him. Showing her adoration by acting more and more like his pet.
"No. It's because I want you. I like the way you feel." Isolde whispered to Ives as she swooned him.
'How could anyone be so unreserved?' Ives said within himself. Isolde's intense passion made him feel like he was a babe being cuddled by its loving mother, Isolde's affection was caring yet possessive.
Having originally freed simply because he no longer felt comfortable ever since he met her mother, saw her life and reconnected with his past thanks to Sabine. His horrible time with Krueger also showed him the true depths of the physiological and psychological strain Isolde must have gone through when she was serving her former masters whom from the very fact they were happy to buy and own a person were depraved monsters. Isolde's lack of emotional expression must have been a protective mechanism she used to survive those incidents and her attraction to Ives must have been because he was willing to lose quite a sum just to free her from those monsters, then willing to accommodate her, forgive the literal torture her grandfather dished out to him and still even take care of her mother's health care after all that.
'I must be all she has.' Ives reasoned. He was unwilling to admit he didn't feel anything for Isolde, it was in her arms that he first felt how it was to be comforted, taken care of and she was his first sexual partner. They were both victims of a cruel society that didn't care of whether or not existed, only that it fulfilled its cruel machinations.
Ives unconsciously clenched his fists as he considered this.
"Isolde. I am seeing someone right now?" Ives decided to be honest.
"Who?" Isolde asked unbothered.
"Selene Arman. I stayed over at her place last night."
"Okay." Isolde said, her head rested on his shoulder. From her reaction, she wasn't bothered by the fact he had already found a lover.
"Aren't you worried of what she will think if she meets you?" Ives tried to stir her towards an understanding but Isolde tore it down in the most unexpected way possible.
"She is your girlfriend. I am your pet. There is a difference."
"And what if she isn't comfortable with me owning you as a pet?"
"Then you can kick me out." Isolde's reply moved Ives, he now understood that Isolde didn't just want him but she was also willing to sacrifice that privilege if it improved Ives' life.
Isolde traces his palm with her finger before spreading hers and interlocking both of them.
"Will you be mine, Mister Rothschild. My Master?" Isolde asked with deep emotion.
Ives patted Isolde's head as he gave his response, "Yes."
Isolde snuggled against his hand that was on her head, showing the primal affection that a real pet would show. Her acting was extremely convincing and also erotic. Ives admired the unique person Isolde was and also enjoyed the level of control and understanding they both shared. Two broken people in this disturbing union.
Ives' brushed Isolde's face before sliding his thumb in through the side of her mouth.
Isolde immediately began sucking on it like she was just given a treat.
"Do you like it?" Ives asked. Isolde nodded in response.
"Good girl?" Ives complemented her like a pet, showing he was finally ready to play along with her fantasies.
Ives' other hand travelled across Isolde's body, around her waist and below to her butt which he gripped and rubbed with familiar grace.
Ives removed his thumb from Isolde's mouth, it left coated in a thick warm layer of her minty saliva.
Ives led this other head below Isolde's waistline to follow the directive of the other hand. Isolde rose and fell in a lustful tempo as Ives massaged her shameless ass.
"Thank you." Isolde said as Ives manhandled her private areas, it was obvious that she felt any invasion of boundaries okay as long as Ives was the one performing it.
"I am looking for a tail. I can't find any, My cute pet doesn't have a tail. How interesting."
Ives added with a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"I'm sorry for not having a tail, Master." Isolde pleaded.
"I will only forgive you. If you promise to behave."
"Yes, Master."
Ives lifted Isolde in his arms and carried her into his room, there away from any distractions he was free to play with her in any way she pleased.
Isolde still in his arms, reached out with her lips to kiss Ives but Ives moved his head away.
"You are just a pet. Why does a pet wish to kiss their master?" Ives scolded her.
"I'm sorry, Master. I have failed you again. Please forgive me." Isolde snuggled on his neck, trying to win back his affection and it worked.
"It's alright. It's my fault, I haven't trained you yet. Have I?"
"Yes." Isolde responded meekly.
Ives laid Isolde down on the bed and crouched above her body, Isolde relished Ives' attention on her body.
"I'm yours." She encouraged him. Ives unbuttoned her shirt, unzipped her trouser and pulled it off. Left exposed, Isolde tightened a bit. Ives caught and teased her again, this time by attacking her chest.
Ives pushed away her shirt and singlet, exposing her maturing chest. He poked the tips of her nipples with both his fingers, Isolde shut her legs as the cascade of pleasure hit her.
"Why is your nipples so hard?" Ives teased her.
"Because you are playing with them." Isolde responded in between her moans.
"That isn't an excuse. Isn't it indecent to do such a thing before your master?" Ives impressed.
"I can't control it." Isolde pleaded, enjoying every second of his touch as she went in deeper into character knowing that Ives liked her apologetic statements.
"I see. What will happen if I don't stop. Will it hurt?"
"No."
"Let's see then."
Ives played more with her nipples, rubbing it, blowing on it and pinching it.
"Master, Please forgive me." Isolde said gently as her a wet spot appeared and grew on her purple lace underwear.
"Isolde. You made a mess?" Ives scolded her softly. Isolde didn't respond she remained in that position, moaning with a beautiful tempo. She was overwhelming beautiful just like Aldire.
'Aldire?' Ives thought and once again brushed her face and grazed her mouth with his finger, Isolde momentarily sucked the passing finger before releasing it from her wet trap now she put on a depraved show. She let her tongue go loose, panting with her tongue out as she moaned shamelessly showing the passion of a dog in heat.
"Puppy?" Ives unconsciously connected her behaviour with the famous household pets, Isolde accepted this persona and continued her shameless performance with greater strength.
"Are you so desperate?" Ives mocked her display.
"I want you, Master." Isolde pathetically called out.
"Fine, if i give you myself. What will you do with me?" Ives quizzed her.
"I want to hold you, to kiss you, to play with you, to mate with you. To Love you." Isolde recited her fantasies with a sweet low lull, Ives felt like she was reading a bedtime story from an ancient witch still once again Isolde got to him.
He leaned forward and descended on her body, he licked her neck, groped her breasts, explored her waists and pressed against the wet spot on her underwear causing Isolde to arch her back and moan more louder. Ives licked her belly button, pushing the tip out of its cavern with his tongue. He slipped off her underwear and exposed her pink shaven pussy.
"My Puppy has such an erotic place." Ives commented as he teased her clitoris with his finger.
"I'm sorry for being so erotic." Isolde pleaded.
"Should I play with it too?" Ives asked.
"Yes." Isolde said.
Ives bared down on her pussy, engaging in a warm passionate kiss with her lower lip. Isolde moaned and moved her hips to his rhythm, Ives loved the warm raw flavour emitting from her pussy. He savoured and ate, moving his tongue through her folds, slurping up every bit of her juices.
After a good minute, Isolde had her release, she squirted into Ives' mouth who enjoyed the warm bath of fluids entering his stomach.
When she was finished, Isolde immediately sat up and brought a handkerchief to wipe his face.
"I'm sorry, Master." She said with tenderness.
Ives slapped away the cloth, not wanting to be cleaned at the moment. He stood up and removed his clothes leaving only his boxers which was stretched to its limits by a large erection that threatened to tear through the fabric.
"Let's play." Ives beckoned on her. Isolde came closer and removed his boxers.
She wrapped her lips around his cock and became giving him a blowjob. Her mouth fell in and out with the rhythm as her tongue swirled and danced around the uretha entrance. Ives quivered enjoying her skill, he began sensing a growing pleasurable sensation swelling at his tips.
"Isolde wait! Let's play together."
Isolde paused her service as her and Ives went on the bed, Ives laid on his back while Isolde stretched over him with her rear end and vagina faced directly over his mouth while his penis sat defenseless before her mouth. No words wrre exchanged only a deep understanding, they both went to work.
Sucking, licking and pleasuring eachother's private areas, their bodies shook and danced with the tempo of their carnality.
Sweat stained their bodies and the room now bore the stench of their lust. Soon after a good three minutes, they both came in tandem. Isolde moaned as she let out a stream of clear thick fluids once again into Ives' mouth then she gobbled up chunks of semen that splurted out of his penis, she turned over and opened her mouth to Ives showing the interior walls coated in his white semen.
"It's delicious." Isolde commented before swallowing the whole thing down and showing Ives that there was nothing left.
Ives rubbed her head showing his approval but he knew she wasn't satisfied yet.
"Does a puppy mate with their owner?" Ives tried to throw her off balance.
"If the master wishes to, who is she to refuse."
Isolde said, rose up and bent over in front of Ives showing him the delicious assortment of possible areas to play with.
'Anal or Pussy?' Ives watched Isolde shake her waist at him.
Ives stood and plunged his penis into her pussy, he began thrusting in and out following Isolde's rhythm. Ives holds her ass as to stabilise her, Isolde pants with her tongue out as her idle breasts shake shamelessly.
They went in and out of each, unleashing their lust on eachother in the form of violent streams of semen and clear slimy fluids other till Ives felt satisfied with their tryst.
"I have somewhere to be."
Ives said to a now naked Isolde riding his waist.
"Okay." She accepted that their intimate moment had to end, Isolde leaned forward and asked.
"Master. Can your puppy kiss you?" She asked sweetly.
"Ives gave a silent nod and both of them brought their lips together into a wet dance of passion. When they disembarked from eachother, Isolde confessed.
"I Love you, Ives".