Page 37

It was all a mind fuck, but I’d never felt this watched over. It was probably a stretch to call myself cared for, but at the very least, someone always wanted to know where I was and what I was doing.

Like I said, it was weird.

My parents hadn’t even paid this much attention to what I was doing when I was a child, and maybe that was why I found it comforting, when in actuality it was invasive and creepy. Intellectually I could break my situation down and decide that maybe I was suffering from some sort of Stockholm syndrome, but that didn’t make the feelings I was having any different.

I kept my eyes closed and held the semihard dick in my mouth, settling more comfortably on the pillow under my knees. This is my job right now. This is all I have to do, and I need to do it well. I bent forward with my arms looped loosely around Uncle Bowie’s waist. If I sat up too far my head bumped against the underside of the desktop and Uncle Bowie would either chuckle or berate me—depending on his mood.

His fingers slipped into my hair, and a deep, pleased rumble from him, nearly a growl, filled the room and sent tingles rushing across my skin.

“Who is my good pup, huh? Do you like your treat, pup?”

I nodded and the cloth of his gray suit pants was rough against my cheek.

He massaged his fingertips along my scalp, and there was something about the way he cradled me closer that had my dick feeling heavier between my legs. I sucked him more firmly and swirled my tongue around his cockhead.

“If you keep that up, pup, I will require you to play with this bone until it’s not there anymore.” His warm tone drifted over me and only encouraged me to keep going. I was beginning to love it when Uncle Bowie sounded happy. He’d punished Ridge twice now. Last night Ridge had finally pushed him too far by mouthing off to him, and Uncle Bowie had edged him all night long without allowing him to come once. Ridge had been weeping and begging by the early hours of the morning, but Uncle Bowie hadn’t relented.

I did not want that to happen to me.

If he sounded this pleased, I doubted any punishments would be on the menu.

Uncle Bowie hummed. “Such an eager pup. Good boy. You make my evenings so much nicer, did you know?” I stilled for a moment, then went right back to sucking because I didn’t want to piss him off after he’d said something kind. My face flushed warm and the pleasant sensation swept along my body.

I flexed my asshole around the plug holding it wide open. Uncle Bowie had used an obscene amount of lube earlier when he’d put the toy in me, so much that I’d worried it would never stay in, but the flared base was wide and there was no danger of it slipping out. I wriggled my ass and the weight of the tail attached to the plug made it feel like it was really wagging. I stopped immediately at the odd sensation.

The tail had been my surprise this evening when he’d told me to strip after everyone except his assistant, Omri, went home. My dick throbbed at the sensation of the plug shifting and brushing my prostate. My shaft swelled and pushed against the silky black underwear that barely kept my hard-on hidden. I had no idea why I was even wearing the thin piece of fabric because it didn’t do much and there was nothing covering my ass. It was the world’s most useless jockstrap. Otherwise, I was naked.

Pulling back, I focused all my attention on Uncle Bowie’s cockhead and let out a content sigh as a burst of musk coated my tongue.

Uncle Bowie caressed his fingertips along my jaw. “Does my good pup want to ride my cock?” He slid his chair back, forcing me to knee walk to keep him in my mouth. I blinked up at him, and he smiled down at me with a cocky grin that reminded me slightly of Ridge. His dark hair fell onto his forehead and he was so handsome my heart wobbled at the sight. He urged me off his dick, and I realized he must be waiting for a reply.

“Yes, Uncle Bowie,” I murmured.

He pursed his lips and shook his head. “How do good pups speak?” There was a gleam in his eyes, and I squirmed inside. I hated it when he did things like this, made me plunge even deeper into the role he wanted me for.

Embarrassment heated my face. My entire body burned when my dick hardened enough that the tip peeked out over the top of the black underwear. Uncle Bowie grinned and used his black, shiny dress shoe to nudge my dick. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t bark. No way. Instead, I whimpered and whined because somehow that felt less humiliating, though I wasn’t certain why.

It all amounted to the same thing, me being an animal to be bred by my uncle.

Uncle Bowie moaned and bent down to kiss me, covering my mouth with his harsh lips that demanded I give in to his every whim. I let my mouth drift open, and he plunged his tongue inside. He leaned back while cupping my cheeks, and I had no choice except to climb to my feet. He sat back and put his hands on my waist, urging me to turn around. I hissed when, without warning, he pulled the plug out of my ass and casually tossed the tail down on his desk beside his laptop, as if it was nothing more than a pen. The lube still on the silicone gleamed in the yellow lamplight and made the black tail look like some exotic jewel.

I swallowed hard and my stomach fluttered.

That toy was just in my ass and Uncle Bowie didn’t care if it was beside the spot where he worked all day. It was so fucking filthy and perfect at the same time.

“Come here, pup.” Uncle Bowie urged me back onto his lap, and I whimpered again—this time not on purpose—when his cockhead nudged my hole. I was looser than I would’ve been without the toy in my ass for hours, and another wave of strange shame rolled through me as he easily slipped into my body—almost like I was begging for it—filling me until I thought I would split. He yanked me firmly against his body and bit my shoulder hard. The pain made my dick pulse with the shock, which gradually transformed into pleasure as he sucked on the spot. I rested my hands on his arms, where they wrapped around my middle.

“Have you missed your boy while he’s studying tonight? He’s going to meet us here. He’ll be excited to get you home.” Uncle Bowie bucked against me, and I gasped, my hands flying out to grip the arms of his leather desk chair. “Mm. Maybe I’ll have him bathe you while I watch so I can make sure he’s doing a good job taking care of his pup. But you want to know something?” He nipped my earlobe.

I moaned because I never knew what to do when he talked this way while he was in my ass.

“He’s used to dumping at least four loads in you anytime you play, and he didn’t come at all last night. He’s going to be backed up. A thousand bucks says he won’t have any finesse at all tonight. He’ll be more of an animal than you are, pup. He’ll throw you on the bed and fuck you. He’s still young enough that recovery time is nearly nonexistent, if he’s in the right mood. You’ll get pounded until cum runs down your thighs like a bad porno.”

“Wouldn’t that be a good porno?” I whispered.

Uncle Bowie chuckled, then his fingers found my nipples and he pinched them. I hissed. “Hm. Pups don’t talk, but since that was amusing, I’ll let it slide. Why don’t you be my horny bitch and fuck yourself on my cock?” He twisted my nipples until the pain painted a spotlight on my chest and had my dick harder than a steel rod. I whimpered and began to do exactly what he’d ordered—fuck myself on him—to chase away the agony with the pleasure of him rubbing on my P-spot. It was so good I quickly went from a slow, steady rhythm to struggling along as fast as I could.

“Stroke your cock. My hands are busy,” he murmured, then kissed along my shoulder.