Momentary Equals.
#3 of Power Play
As the sun peeked through the blinds of Nona's sun room, Ollie rolled over in his tiny dog bed and smiled happily. The warmth of the morning sun roused him gently like a lovers kiss and he squirmed thinking of the lovely woman who lay sleeping in bed above him. Instinctively, at the thought of Nona, his body became hot and tight in remembrance of the lessons she had taught him the night before.
Her words came snapping back to him, the commands she had given him before she sauntered up the stairs to bed and he jumped out of the doggie bed to make sure to appease his mistress. His body was sore from the previous nights beating and every move reminded him of how hard she had pushed him, rode him, dominated him. The beating had left bruises and welts up and down his back and thighs which caused a delicious twinging pain with every movement. There was also slight welting on his wrists and ankles from pulling against the restraints which caused him to limp through the kitchen and into the garage where he quickly went to work cleaning.
As he began tidying up, he could still feel his lover's fake cock deep inside of him. The cold, sticky remnants of lube she used stuck his ass cheeks together and were dried between his thighs. With each step he remembered how small she made him feel, and it made him grow.
His cock was throbbing, almost painfully, as he turned on the water hose and began rinsing the hood of the small sports car. He quickly washed the restraints, the silicone cock, and packed all the toys into a small box by the garage door as he dried them. As he rinsed the drool, cum and sweat and buffed away any sign of the previous nights passion his body ached for release.
He rested against the cold concrete wall of the garage and ran one hand over the hardness of his knotted cock. His legs began shaking as he closed his eyes and wished he were up in bed next to Nona - her soft red curls tickling against his elongated snout, her soft strawberry scent lingering in his nose. Shuddering, thinking about the curvy red head in the house, he wrapped his hand wrapped around his girth and whimpered. Giving himself over to reliving the previous night he lost himself and began stroking. He slowly began massaging at the tender spot between his throbbing knot and his tender testicles.
He could feel the softness of her curves as they pressed against him, pressed into him. The smooth warmth of her skin was so different from the cold metal against his wrists, ankles and pressed against his chest. He remembered the tearing sound of the his clothes as they were cut from his body, the sharp blade grazing against his skin. As each sensation flooded back to him his cock ached and spasmed, yearning for release.
He began to stroke himself harder and faster, his hands slowly becoming Nona's as his mind drifted away to more nights past. He remembered how it felt when she pumped his cock, milking him for every ounce of cum he could muster, exhausting his body and bringing him peace. Every time they made love, every time they played was an experience... something new and fascinating. Nona got him, truly understood him. From the first time they touched he loved how she could read his body and he loved learning how to read hers in return. His head was filled with memories of their explorations of each others bodies and it pushed him on towards his climax.
He pressed himself against the wall, a throaty growl growing in this throat as his cock began spasming, his load spilling onto the cement floor and splashing against his stomach. As his it slowly began dripping onto his thighs and down onto his feet he groaned and sighed happily.
With a wince and a slight sigh he turned the cold hose on himself. He quickly washed the sweat, semen and dried lubrication from his body and began preparing breakfast for his mistress. She would be waking soon and wanted her to be proud of him.
Curled up on the soft blue sheets of the king sized bed in the master bedroom, Nona sighed deeply and pulled the blankets tight against her body. She could hear the careful movements of Ollie downstairs as he went about the tasks she had ordered of him before crawling up the stairs to sleep. Her body was still wracked with aches and pains from their passionate tryst in the portico outside the bar, and her head was still reeling from the previous night.
She could still smell him on her. His scent lingered on her skin and she shuddered with wanting. He was so close to her and yet... she didn't want to call him to her. Not yet, at least.
She ran her fingers across her belly, over the soft pudge that she often lamented but he worshiped. Nona had never had the perfect body, but she no longer worried about such things. When she was with Ollie, she felt perfect. He would kiss and stroke and pinch and slap her rounded belly, thighs and hips and made her feel utterly sensual, beautiful, desired... He reveled in the way her the soft flesh gave way to his attentions and in those moments, he loved every bit of her body and so did she.
She ran her nails across her belly and down to her thighs, the welts from their passionate love making were smaller, but still noticeable and she shivered wantonly. She inhaled deeply, the musk of her own wetness drifting through the air and she smirked.
He was just downstairs, she could call out to him and he would come and make love to her. As she caressed her own body, she tensed and she could already feel him deep inside of her cunt. Her mind wandered and she could hear his heavy breathing as he pressed his body tight against hers echoing in her ears. As she thought about his hands exploring her soft cunt she pressed her fingers against her tight opening and stroked her thumb against her aching clit. Every time he was inside of her she felt full, complete... and she felt even more full and powerful when she was deep inside of him.
Leave it to a puppy to do what no man ever could, fully satisfy Nona's insatiable appetite for sex and freedom. She closed her eyes and drifted back to the first time he let her press her fingers into his tight ass. The noises he made were fascinating. He was loud and uncontrolled and uncontrollable as she pressed against his prostate and rubbed, her mouth tight around his cock, wanting to drink every drop of him in.
Her finger slid deep into her love canal thinking of the way she felt when they made love. Her back arched, her erect nipples rubbed against the soft sheets and she moaned loudly. She knew he could hear her and she didn't care anymore. She wanted him to know how good she felt when she thought of him which was often, especially when she traveled.
He heard the moan, the unmistakable sound of orgasmic desire building within his lover. He walked over to the steps and rested his head against the cold wood banister. He could hear the bed begin to rock, her breathing deeper, sighing as she touched her inner most pleasure spots. She whimpered, every every sound calling him to her and his body reacted - he was ready for her.
"Ollie..." she groaned, her voice drifted through the air. He shivered and carefully crept up the stairs. His long shaggy ears still wet from his makeshift cold shower perked and his nose caught the scent of her as he reached the top of the stairs.
She could hear him coming nearer, his controlled breathing and soft footsteps creeping down the hallway towards her. He was stalking her, creeping along listening to her as she brought herself closer to orgasm day dreaming of him being deep inside her. She loved knowing he was there, listening... he liked to listen, and loved to watch.
Crawling on all fours, Ollie approached the foot of her bed and looked up at her, his blue green eyes alive with hunger. Tossing the covers aside, Nona bared her body to him, her fingers sliding in and out of her tiny cunt quickly as she gasped and moaned.
Creeping onto the bed, Ollie licked his sharp canine teeth and began nipping at the tender flesh of her thighs. Nipping and licking from her knee to just above her quivering pussy and back again, drinking in the intoxicating smell of her. Feeling the warmth of his mouth so near to her, she bit her lower lip and cried out, "Oh god, Ollie. Please..."
With a smile he slid up the bed, pressing his body tight against Nona's, grabbing her hands and pressing them tight against the bed. His cock bounced against her slick pussy lips and he thrust into her quickly.
Their bodies began moving in sync, their passions building quickly. They began kissing, their movements becoming slow and deliberate, grappling with each other, rolling back and forth in the large bed, fighting for sexual supremacy.
"I love you, Nona." Ollie whispered as he tenderly kissed at the soft spot just beneath her vocal cords.
"And I love you." Nona breathlessly replied, her fingers tangling in the soft fur at the nape of his neck.
Being the true gentleman, Ollie held back wanting to be sure she was satisfied before he gave in to his own orgasm. He heard Nona's breath catching in her throat, the gentle quivering, and felt the tremor that signaled she was ready to explode and he thrust deep inside of her. Tugging on her hair, lapping at the soft skin of her neck he looked up at her the utter look of elation on her face pushing him over the edge.
Curling up in the bed, the morning sun warming their skin they drifted off to sleep again; content, satisfied and utterly in love.