cain

it was late. later than you usually stayed up on a typical weekday.

you laid awake sitting on the edge of your kingsized bed awaiting your girlfriend's return. she had informed you that group rehearsal would be running later than she originally thought. instead of the previously agreed upon end time of nine, practice had stretched far into the dark. she told you with little concern or remorse, as if the change wasn’t distributing your nightly routine. by then, megan would have been in the bed, chest rising and falling next to yourself, stomach full from the freshly made dinner you had provided her with.

that was all to the wayside now, thanks to whoever had caused her return to be delayed. irritation bubbled within you. if there was anything in this world you despised, it was abrupt changes. they were nuisances that reveled in ruining you.

you sat there, doing nothing but staring into a wall while you waited. hands folded neatly onto your lap, fingers tapping in a demanding rhythm, you waited. waited for seconds. those seconds grew into minutes. those minutes grew into hours. it was not beyond you they could soon grow into hours.

the sound of your own ragged breathing was interrupted by the sound of your apartment's front door creaking open in an agonizing wail. the patter of footsteps approached the barrier between her and you.

your eyes did not drift from the grey drywall as the door cracked open inch by inch.

“late, isn’t it,” you flatly asked. the rhythm of your fingers quickened.

“what?” the mutt was caught off guard, clearly. “yeah, it is, babe. i’m sorry.” from her voice, it was apparent the night had brought endless exhaust. it didn’t particularly matter to you.

“what time is it?” the answer would be dissatisfactory to you regardless of what was said. you asked anyway.

“it’s like, one,” she answered. one, how wasteful. it was the new day, and still you had not had a taste of rest. you weren't going to receive the proper amount of rest to function tomorrow, it was far too late for that. might as well waste more of the young morning, you figured.

“what comes after?” you prompted. you would waste the night away in the cruelest way possible. for her, really.

“excuse me?”

your eyes moved at last, moved right into the gaze of the spent girl. her eyes, surrounded by dark creators from a day at work, danced in confusion, until finally they rested in realization. she inhaled and exhaled briefly. a faint i can’t believe we’re doing this now was dissipated into the air.

“it’s one in the morning, mommy.” “mm. that’s better.”

you stood up. your legs were as light as clouds as you made your way towards the pathetic puppy standing in the middle of the bedroom. circling her in slow strides, taking your time, you took in her appearance. megan’s dark hair was down and ruffled from endless drills, and her t-shirt and shorts were bunched and stiff from the air. a mess. thankfully, you loved messes.

you stood in front of her, face to face, for a short moment before leaning in to connect your lips to hers. despite the rough hours, her peach tinted lips were soft and inviting, as they always were for you. mindlessly, you found a hand slithering around her waist, resting and waiting to bite.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting for you, hm?” you asked, laced with anger threatening to boil over. “i couldn’t even start dinner, since you wouldn’t even be there to eat.”

“i don’t see how that’s my fault,” the mixed girl mouthed. the absence of sound did not equate to the absence of meaning. “i told you rehearsal was going to ruin late tonight.”

“hm? what was that?” you were providing her a chance to fix her mistake. “say it again.”

she did not utilize the opening you had provided to her. “i said,” she began again. her voice rose into something more incredulous. “it isn’t my fault we were running behind schedule. i don’t see why you’re so mad.”

“attitude?” last chance.

“yeah, maybe i do have one.” she missed it.

patience had left your body completely.

the arm around the mutt’s waist tightened its grip, pulling her closer towards you. you saw the way her eyes widened and how her lips quivered. it was wonderful—such a puppy at your disposal.

“you wanna be bad, huh? you wanna be disobedient, pup?” you pulled away slowly, relocating yourself to the dresser on your side of the shared bed. you reached and rummaged into the top drawer, looking for one item in particular. buried underneath toys in a wide variety of toys was what you sought. behind you, you heard the sensation on the carpet floor of your puppy tapping her foot. so anxious, she was. this was brought upon herself.

you returned to megan, her still looking like a puppy caught out in the rain. you raised the item in your hand up into the air, watching how the metal tag caught and reflected the light. it was something both you and her were accustomed to from regular use.

“since you want to be a mutt, you can be dragged around like one.” clasped to megan’s beautiful neck was a leathery, pink-dyed collar with a matching;y pink leather leash attached to it, resting in the grasp of your hand. it could always be pulled tighter.

you dragged your puppy—your mutt—to the edge of the bed; the whine of her being heard by you as she was pulled along. you sat on the side of the bed, just as you had before.

“why don’t you sit, pet.”

“yes, mommy,” megan whimpered, quiet but not ashamed.

“louder,” you demanded.

“i’ll sit, mommy.”

and so she sat. sat on her knees in front of you, looking up at your body with pathetic eyes silently begging. she was so weak, and you bathed in it, knowing this puppy was yours to punish.

“you look so pathetic like this. where’s all the attitude go, mutt? you just had one, and yet,” you pulled her leashed, hard, sending her head lurching forwards, as well as sending a small moan out of her mouth. you thought she would practically be orgasming if you pulled any tighter. “you’re moaning just from the tug of your leash. such a naughty puppy.”

“your naughty puppy,” she whined. “i’m so sorry for having an attitude, ‘was just tired because of practice.”

“but not tired enough to not not be on your knees for me.” a blush spread all through megan’s face and neck. you were curious as to if it had spread to the rest of her body. “aw, mutt, did you want this? it seems like you do…”

her mouth gaped for a moment, trying to find the words. “i did want it mommy, i did. i was at practice for so long, and i couldn’t see you,” she was barely able to make it through a sentence. “i kept thinking about you.”

“and did that make you needy?” you inquired mockingly.

she only shook her head yes.

if that was the case, you would make something out of it. standing up and moving yourself—and megan—onto the bed, you went to make a spectacle of her need.

from the last time you had set the bed, two silk wrapped pillows sat near the headboard. you grabbed the nearest one and threw it to the dog on your leash. from her eyes, it was easy to tell she knew where the situation was going. “since you want to be a needy puppy, you can take care of it yourself.”

without responding, the aching pup moved the pillow between her legs and immediately began moving her hips back and forth mindlessly. she went at one rapid pace in an effort to relieve the ache.

“aw, look at you. so needy you couldn’t be bothered to take your shorts off,” you degraded. “is pup gonna make a mess in her shorts, huh? that would be better than making a mess on the pillowcase, no?”

being so consumed by need and want, your mutt was only able to mumble out meek yeses into the face out the pillow while she thrusted into the plush beneath her. so quickly flooded by pleasure, she was unable to speak properly. fitting, for a puppy.

whines, moans, groans, and other noises of pleasure satisfied you as she humped quicker and quicker, the feeling of release begging to be set free within her. by now, the softest touch in the correct spot would push her to the edge, you were sure.

though, release would not come so easily for her.

“are you close, puppy?”

“mhm,” megan moaned. her yelps were high pitched, as they were before her climaxes. “ ‘m gonna cum, mommy.”

you tugged her collar the hardest you ever had for her to look at you. she did not cease her humping.

“tell me that you deserve your orgasm after the disrespect you gave to me. tell me.”

an elongated whimper left the girl’s lips, which she was biting. “please, mommy, please don’t make me do this…”

“if you don’t want to cum, that’s fine. we can stop.”

“no, no, please.” tears were welling in her eyes, “i’ll do it.”

she swallowed her own spit back down, preparing to beg for her rush of ecstasy. “please mommy,” your puppy softly whimpered. “i’m sorry for being disobedient and having an attitude with you. i wouldn‘t have if i wasn’t at rehearsal for so long, wouldn’t have thought about you and gotten riled up…please let me cum, please?”

it wasn't her best, but it was passable, and you did not have it within you truly to withhold release from her any longer.

“go ahead,” you allowed. “go ahead and cum for mommy, you pathetic, slutty, puppy.”

whether it was the permission, degradation, or the feeling of the silk rubbing against her core that sent her over the edge was unknown. what was known, however, was that there was a collapsed girl who had bucked her hips so quickly that she managed to leave a stain not only in her shorts, but also on the deep red pillowcase.

“what a mess,” you whispered underneath your breath.

taking it upon yourself, you wandered into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water to deliver to your girlfriend. when you returned to the bedroom, you were met with her curled up on the pillow, chest rising and falling just as it would have on a regular night.

adorable, you thought.

you placed the bottle and slipped next to your girlfriend on the bed, pressing a tender kiss onto her forehead.

soon, your own breath matched hers, and it was any normal night.