Samson

"Ashcroft - head home."

Grace didn't think twice, already shooting her boss a nod as she bent and grabbed her bag. Her free hand slid across her desk, powering down her computer in one swoop - and though her muscles ached with the fatigue of a twelve-hour shift, she was gratefully moving. Grateful to be headed home. Home to you, and whatever you had planned for her.

A trill shot up her body. You, in all your glory, had the woman wrapped around your finger. Your every order she followed, every movement, every word. Like a puppy to its owner.

"Get home safe," Her boss' voice drew her back to reality. "Heard it's wet out there. Must've rained earlier."

Grace nods gently, timidly. "Yes sir. Have a good night."

And then she's moving. It was already almost nine, and her feet padded through the familiar route in the office; past the break room, past the reception, and outside. Indeed it had rained, small droplets still gathering at the gutters and dripping onto her blazer. She cursed softly, knowing immediately that coming home a mess meant she would be chastised for dragging mud inside. Her hand waved, calling over a taxi - to which she gratefully entered and wiped herself down.

"Seventh street, as quick as you can."

And the taxi was off. Grace weakly reached in her back pocket, firing off a message to you that she was on her way home, and to expect her in five or so minutes. You'd responded as quick as usual in acknowledgement, and the girl allowed herself a moment's breath, head falling back against the seat and a sigh escaping her lips. Despite the hectic chaos of days like this, coming home to you was always the best part.

As expected, it didn't take the driver long to reach your shared home. Grace tipped and ducked out of the vehicle, her hand raised slightly above her head as she rushed to the front door, hand trembling as she jiggled her key into the lock and pushed it open.

The gentle warmth of home hit her immediately. The lights were slightly low, and she could hear you humming from the kitchen. The warmth spread up Grace's tummy easily, as she stepped inside and immediately took off her shoes - the door shutting with a soft slam.

"That you, baby?"

"Y-Yes!" Grace perked, shrugging off her blazer and advancing into the home. She rounded the corner, swallowing at the sight of you. Casual, as usual, in a simple large shirt that slightly hung off your frame, and shorts that rode up higher than imaginable. "...hi."

You turned, smiling and waving her in further. She advanced obediently, and your arms slipped around her neck. "Hi," you mimicked, pressing a chaste peck to her lips. "Was work okay?"

Grace melted, nodding slowly as your hand stretched, petting her head softly. "M-Mhm..work was good...missed you, though."

"Missed me?" You cooed, and her heart throbbed.

Those lips you knew all too well drew to their usual pout, her big brown eyes looking into yours through their frames. A flicker of submission in their midst. Your strokes grew more adamant, slipping down her neck softly. Grace's eyes slipped shut, as you murmured. "Poor baby... stuck at work for so, so long without me."

A slow whimper escapes Grace's lips.

You swallow, free hand slipping into the side pocket of your shorts and then - a soft click. Grace's eyes shot open, her hands moving obediently to her dress shirt and slowly unbuttoning it. You hummed, thumbing the clicker softly as you eyed her act of obedience. "Good puppy." Your voice fell, and the heat on Grace's face jumped more.

Her hands fiddled and shook, but after a few seconds, her dress shirt pooled onto the kitchen floor. You made a movement with your eyes, and she nodded, reaching down and unbuckling her pants - unbuttoning and the unzipping, letting them fall with a thunk.

In a matter of minutes, Grace stood in front of you in just her bra and panties - a lacy set that clung desperately to her assets. You hummed, hand falling at her waist and rubbing gently, and the poor girl couldn't help but release a soft whine as she pressed into your touch.

"Such a cute little thing," You murmured, glancing back to her eyes. Your hand slid up, finger pads dragging over the lace, giving rise to two pinkened peaks that hardened under a single touch and pressed adamantly through her bra, seeking further stimulation. You hummed again. "Head upstairs and take these off, make sure you're ready for me, alright puppy?"

"Y-Yes-"

A soft click.

Grace gulped, whimpering. "Y-yes, ma'am."

"Good girl, run along now."

And she moved obediently, shuffling out of the room, thighs all pressed together as the heat in her tummy grew more adamant. She practically tripped up the steps, listening to the quiet movement of your downstairs as she advanced further and into the bedroom - kicking off her panties and tugging off her bra.

Grace slid into the middle of the bed, adjusting the pillows to support her lower back, her legs spreading. A wet slick had pooled at the opening of her cunt, but she didn't dare touch herself. No, the puppy knew better than that, especially when last time you'd punished her for it. Nine long lashes across her ass certainly got the point across.

With every slow pad of your feet up the hard stairs, the arousal pooling in Grace's gut grew larger and larger, and she whined briefly, aching to touch. Her chest was tight, nipples poking greedily into the air. And despite the fan being on, the heat dripping between her legs could only be quelled by your touch.

Finally, you rounded into the room.

"Oh, how pretty."

The praise shot straight to her core, and she shyly smiled, rubbing her thighs to try and ride the clamminess of her hands. "T-Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome, pup." You walked slowly over, humming at the sight of how pretty she looked all spread for you. The tiniest wet spot had begun to pool against the bed, and god was the sight absolutely delicious. The bed sunk slowly as you knelt, slotting between her legs with ease. Grace gulped, staring up at you.

"M-Ma'am?"

"Hm?"

She shifted, as your hand fell on the smooth slope of her tummy, rubbing gently. "...what are you gonna do to me?"

Your lips rose instantly into a soft smile. You loved it when she was all cute and clueless. Your hand slowly slid up, palm cupping her breast and watching as her head fell back slightly. Your thumb slipped over one perky nipple, teasing it slowly and drawing a soft little whine from the back of her throat. Her blonde hair sprawled slightly, the length of her throat shown with a visible bob as she swallowed.

"You're so pretty like this, puppy." Your thumb stroked up her nipple again, and her thighs twitched, the aching needed to be touched growing. Your head cocked. "What do you say?"

"Thank you.." Grace whimpered, shifting slightly. She looked back at you again, those lips all pouty and cute.

Her chest rose and fell softly with slow breaths that gradually picked up the longer you stayed touching her. And despite the sensitivity, she pressed closer into your touch, knowing better than to pull away when you were having your fun. All the while the arousal between her legs grew more and more, dripping softly onto the bed. Your free hand shifts, parting her thighs more, and Grace gasps slightly when you stroke down the length of her inner thigh, getting nearer and nearer to her pussy.

She watched quietly - those desperate little eyes shifting up and down from your face to your touch between her legs.

"Are you gonna be a good little girl tonight?" your voice had dropped in a few octaves, and Grace groans, nodding quickly.

"Y-yes ma'am, I'll be good for you."

You hum, and pull from her breast.

Your dominant hand slides down to meet your other as you give her inner thighs little presses, keeping them nice and parted for you. Grace gasps softly as your middle finger gently runs up her slit, collecting her wet arousal slowly. Her hips flutter needily, and her eyes zero in on the way you raise your finger, cleaning it off with a hum. Your fingers fall back, now wet with your saliva.

"A-Ah.." A soft noise when your fingers push into her folds, dragging up and finding her clit - alleviating it's hood and pressing in the form of slow rubs. The puppy squirms beneath you, soft whimpers of need leaving her lips at your mere touch. You tilt your head, watching.

"Feeling good?"

"Y-Yes..yes ma'am.."

You hum again, tracing over her sensitive clit slowly with soft little rubs and flicks that send her head back. A chorus of sweet moans tumble from Grace's lips, and you can't help but lean in - kisses at the column of her neck and peppering new bruises onto the sweet, pale skin you suck. All the while your fingers rub her, and Grace's arms slip around your neck, bringing you back down against her body.

You don't reprimand her for this. Her legs take the opportunity to wrap around your body softly, and you hum into her neck, kissing up her jaw and to her pretty lips. Grace melts into the kiss, whimpering around your lips as you drag your fingers down her folds, circling her entrance and pushing in without much resistance.

She cries out softly, breaking the kiss and burying her face into your neck with a soft noise of appreciation. You purr softly at the way her body slightly trembles, your fingers easing out and then pushing back inside with ease. The slow squelches fill the room along with Grace's soft whines and whimpers, her body beginning to squirm from the pressure of being filled.

"A-Ah...feel's good..ah," She whimpers, nuzzling your neck like a little pup.

You coo. "So sweet baby, keep making those pretty noises."

And she does, a thin layer of sweat forming as her body falls back against the bed. You lean up, watching as your fingers slip in and out of her, fingering her quicker. Wet claps noise with each thrust, and for good measure you curl your middle and ring inside of her, feeling that spongy texture inside.

A moan rips from Grace's lips, and she melts into the touch, her legs shaking. "Nngh- baby i'm-"

"I know," You nod along, sighing. Your thumb reaches, swiping her clit a bit while your fingers continue to pound. Grace was an easy girl, it didn't take much to make her whine and fall apart for you. Though, you were a bit surprised at how quick it was. Your eyes jumped to the floor next to the bed, and suddenly an idea filled you.

Dropping down, Grace sputters when your fingers halt, tugging out. She whines, but shuts up almost instantly when your free hand pressed the button of the clicker.

Soft grunts leave your lips as you dig, but then -

The soft tan of the strap glows slightly under the bedroom light. Grace whimpers instantly. It was one of the bigger ones, sitting proud at almost nine inches. She squirms naturally - as you slip off your shorts and slide on the strap, buckling it into place.

"Th-That'll hurt.." Comes her sweet whimper.

You hum. "Then come make sure it doesn't."

Grace blinks, stumbling forward and gently slipping onto her knees - looking up at you briefly as you raise onto your knees, looking down at her. And slowly, she looks back at the strap. Her throat bobs, and her mouth parts, breath fanning the faux cocks head as she leans, taking it in shyly. She moves slowly, looking up at you through her glasses as the cock slides partly in, her saliva dripping down the sides.

You hum, hips raising. "Just like that, puppy."

Grace whimpers around the strap.

Her eyes wince slightly, one slightly closing as she lowers a bit more- the cocks head hitting the back of her throat. A soft gag falls from her lips, and you coo - hand falling and gently stroking your puppy's head.

"So good, baby, you can do it."

The encouragement helps. Grace leans back up, taking a deep breath in before relowering herself, sucking in your strap. She gets about halfway before she has to stop again, using her hands to slide her saliva up and down it's shaft, getting it thoroughly wet with the combination of her hands and her mouth. You allow her to go for a bit, enjoying the innocent sight of her cheeks all hollowed, her thighs pressed together - until finally you raise a hand, pressing the clicker.

Grace pulls off, coughing slightly as she lays back against her pillows, parting her legs eagerly and slightly batting her lashes at you.

"Good girl."

Your knees bring you closer as you crawl, and she can't help it jump each time the cock bobs, hitting her clit softly. Your hands fall, adjusting the shaft to poke slightly at her folds, and you spare her a glance, before pushing past and nuzzling against her entrance. Grace whimpers.

"Look at you..." You coo, hand falling to rub her clit as you push in softly. "Puppy parts all wet for me."

Grace groans, her head slipping back. The head of the strap pushes past the resistance, entering into her. Instantly, Grace groans, that thin layer of sweat thickening slightly as the moments pass - long and slow. It takes a good few minutes of her panting and occasionally tapping the bed, telling you to pause. But finally, you're fully seated within her, thighs practically flush with hers.

"A-Ah..fuck.."

"Mm, language, babygirl."

Grace merely whimpers.

You softly pull out, pushing back in at a slow pace as she adjusts. but pretty quickly the discomfort turns solely to pleasure, and her soft noises turn to full on whines as you grab her hips, sliding her back and forth against the cock with a faster rhythm. Grace sputters, her glasses fogging slightly, arm raising to slightly hide her face as you fuck her into the bed.

"Ah- Please-"

"You like that, puppy?" You husky, hips rolling back and forth in a steady movement. "Tell me how good it feels, go on."

Grace groans, her voice sounding like little puppy whines as she squirms. Your hand slips to her tummy, feeling as each thrust of the strap makes her stomach bulge slightly, a steady feeling almost like a heartbeat. You grunt, building more speed.

Her hands shift to hold the headboard as you rock her harder, and the springs of the bed creak slightly with the force of your thrusts.

"G-Gonna- Ah!.." Grace whines, her chest moving in ab hypnotic way as you fuck her.

Her thighs twitch, a heavy feeling of need rising in the form of a tight knot. Her body in itself had tightened slowly, and you could tell she was close by the why pushing the strap in and out became harder. But grace knew better than too cum without permission. So she whined, thrashing about weakly as her joints slightly flushed, the need to cum becoming almost too much.

You reached, grabbing the discarded clicker off the bed, and finally - with a final slam, you pressed it.

Grace's body spasmed, her legs twitching and shaking at the force of her orgasm. She whined loudly, her hand pressing to your abdomen as if to move you away as she came - squeezing tightly around the faux cock. You panted, staying within her and watching as she squirmed. And then, slowly, you tugged out with a wet pop. Her hips fell against the bed, a clearish liquid dripping from her pussy, which clenched and unclenched around nothing.

Your hand reached back for the strap's buckle, slowly pulling it off and tossing it aside. Leaning, your head buried in her neck in the form of slow kisses.

"good girl.. good puppy.."

Grace whimpered, but still pressed into you, whispering. "M-mph..th-thank you baby..thank you..felt so good.."

She babbled off until she grew tired, words slightly slurring. And after a few moments, you pulled back and sighed fondly at the sleeping form you found. Your heart warmed, and you gently reached for a few tissues - cleaning her up and discarding them. Then you shifted her slightly to the side, curling up against her body. She curled into you, sighing.

A kiss fell to the crown of her head. "Sleep well, baby."

puppy!vi whose extremely well trained and controlled but can't help rutting on everything in the house when you're gone, and yes, everything.

you'd find cum stains on the sheets, your pillow, the rug, the couch, and even your shoes by the time you got home, not that you minded.

eventually one day you came home and she hadn't even bothered to hide it, completely naked except for her collar and sitting patiently at the front door for you.

her cock was clearly hard and flushed an angry red from the blood that'd rushed to it. she was waiting. tears filled her eyes and threatened to fall as she stayed completely still until you told her she could really touch herself and not just rut like she had been.

"aw," you cooed while opening and shutting the door, "did you miss me baby?"

"yes," she whined almost painfully.

you frowned at how cute she was and leaned down. your right hand reached down to her length to gently stroke it while your left scratched behind her ears.

within seconds she came with a loud whine and you laughed.

"t—thank you," she managed to whimper out then swallowed thickly.

"oh no no no baby, we're not done."

puppy!vi who no matter how overstimulated she gets lets you touch her because her only goal in life is making you proud.