merelyhere

you were supposed to be hanging out with friends today– a little time with the smallest group you’ve managed to keep thus far. ‘it’s just a movie’, you try to tell yourself. surely they’d understand, but there's no way you’re that forgetful. without your phone, you can’t even see the updates and carpool options meant for the outing. hurried damp feet shuffle through the home you share with your girlfriend. 

speaking of, a wave of relief flushes through you as you find her on the couch in the living room, fiddling her thumbs over her own device. you folded back blankets, dug through your last pair of pants and even checked the night stand drawers you rarely use. she’s got to know something. 

wondrous oceanic eyes float over to you, wide and expectant, causing her to lower her phone. she can see the worried look in your eye, swallowing dryly. the young woman says nothing for a beat, studying your outfit, instantly buzzing with a mischief she’s forcing herself to swallow. she pulls her lips into her most innocent simper she can muster, crawling off the cushions to saunter to you with small, joyous steps. “hi,” she sweetly whispers, head tilting, “you look so cute!” 

though you’re a little frazzled, you fail to place a smile as wide as hers on your face, slipping your fingers over the loops of her jeans. “thank you,” before you even get out your question, you feel her slip her arms around your neck, stealing a kiss from your expressionless lips. an electrified gasp leaves you from the sudden move. 

“i wish you could stay home today,” the brunette’s pout distracts you for a second, following her lead and forming a frown of your own. 

“don’t do that,” you instantly shift into a smirk, trying to choke down a giggle. the last thing you want to do is make her feel she’ll be without you for too long. while your eyes take her in and your body feels hers against you, you almost reconsider even going out. though, it has been a while since you’ve seen the sun, comfortably locked away with your sweet girl. “you’ll break my heart, don’t make asking for my phone more painful than it is.” 

yes. as long as claire knows you don’t want to leave, she’s more inclined to shove her smirk down with one foot in the door. as long as claire has been calling you her girlfriend, her focus is seemingly always on you and what you two are capable of doing together. her own friends no longer fuel her. leon is off kick flipping who knows who and chris proves to be his own man with his own responsibilities.

claire’s lips purse together in faux thought, brows knitting, soon shaking her head. “i haven’t seen it.”

‘?’

that makes you blink in confusion, “i could’ve sworn i put it on the charger before i got in the shower,” diverting your eyes from your girlfriend, hers grow darker, biting the inside of her cheek. “are you sure?” you’re not one to point fingers, if she says she didn’t see it, why push right?. what if you didn’t charge it? 

bouncing on her toes, a gentle kiss makes it to your cheek, one that’s not as sweet since you’re back on the hunt. 

uh oh. 

hoping you’d leave it alone, claire's tummy flips when she realizes you actually do need your device. her eyes waver over you, hands cupping your cheeks to gain your attention once more. the more persistent you are in leaving the more her heart pings in disappointment. she knows about the movie; there’s no point of going out for two and a half hours just to watch something that you didn’t even want to see for the sake of going out. to claire, you’re doing charity when you can be well fed at home.

“here,” if you weren’t so worried about the damn phone you almost think you see her roll her eyes. “let me help you look for it. is there somewhere else it could be?” regrettably, she leaves your hold, starting to shuffle deeper into the living room slipping away from you to continue the hunt.

you’re just thankful she’s willing to help you get out of the house. you know how she’ll try a few last ditch efforts to get you to stay. “the last place i remember is the bedroom.”

she actively lifts the cushions of the couch, ripping back the throw pillows, “and when do you have to leave?”

“ten minutes…”

you watch your girlfriend pause, as if she’s thinking, quickly nodding while focusing on her task. of course you try to brush it off; that large question mark that lingers over your head is now growing a little exclamation mark, eyes narrowing on her. no... you do remember putting it on the charger. you did… 

you don’t question her just yet since she looks so dedicated to helping you, “try checking there again? or your purse,” you hear as you step off, “if i don't find it, i will let you know.” 

“thank you, baby,” after sending you away to double check, she pulls your phone from underneath the couch, slipping it in her back pocket, picking things up and shuffling along the wooden floors to appear as if she’s hard at work. she feels like an ass for attempting to steal your phone to keep you home, but fuck a movie. she wants date night. 

because– why the hell would you want to go out when your ‘sweet girl’ is right here? if you ask her, you get out plenty. the frown she wears is obvious, a distasteful look paints her face, arms folded, cheeks warm from the crush she still has on you. how could you even think about leaving when every time you leave she’s just the loneliest thing who waits on the couch for you to come back home? it’s not like she’s always on the move. for the periods of time she’s not working, her down days can be long and boring without her lady there to give her the attention she so desperately craves. 

in fact, as the time passes, she pauses in the kitchen to watch the time dwindle for her own amusement. 

you on the other hand are digging through your purse, rechecking drawers and sheets, to even going back in the bathroom– a room you know you didn’t take. “shit–” you hiss, shaking your head. you don’t know how much time has gone by by this point, but as you talk through the lump in your throat with an annoyed, “baby, what time is it?” the response you get makes you sigh out.

“... 6:10!” you’re officially late. ten minutes late. fuck it. 

claire doesn't hear a verbal response, but the creak of the bed as she assumes you’ve fallen into it. that makes her perk up, but the smile she once held is now soiled with remorse. slowly, she pulls her body from the counter, toes padding towards your bedroom. she finds you exactly how she thought she would, sticking out her bottom lip in an attempt to sympathize. you spot her hands behind her back, toes wiggling slowly. “no luck baby.”

she winces at your harmless sigh, watching you shaking your head. “it’ll turn up. i'm not worried anymore, i'm already late.”

“i would’ve reminded you, but i promise i checked every crevice of this place for you.” lies, but what you don’t press won’t hurt. part of you chooses to be obtuse. not because you lack confrontational skills, but you know you’re the apple of a pretty brunette's eye.

you shake your head, not saying a word, disappointed. ouch. it hurts her more than she’d like to admit when she sees you down if it’s something she’s done. in a last ditch effort, she trudges to you, walking between your ready thighs, hands cupping your face to caress it between her braless (yet clothed) bosom. 

see, it's the physical contact that does it for claire. the low grip on her waist, the warmth of your skin, your breath trailing over her top makes her forget she even has your phone. the smile she carries is riddled with affection, leaning in to kiss your pouty lips. 

“it’s alright.” you receive her nonetheless, redeeming your night with your girl instead. only if you didn’t lower your hands. her ass is yours to grab, no question. but it’s when you find your phone in her back pocket do you whip it out and yank the woman in who is already trying to plot an escape by her belt loops. “claire.” 

“i thought that was mine,” voice too high and cadence too slow. she tries to bandage your irritation. “look, i’m sorry!” she tries, eagerly slipping into your lap, knees locking you in your hips. “but i get so bored when i’m without you–”

“why couldn’t you just say–”

“because you looked so excited to go out! i know i was wrong, but i'll be bad if it gets me more time with you.” eyes blown wide, they flicker all over your face in a way that screams ‘please don’t be mad at me’.

you burn under your girlfriend, trying to collect yourself. “yeah, you were bad.”

“—baby—“ she pouts, leaning in to lace you with small; desperate kisses. her nails dig into flesh on your jaw to link you to her remorseful kiss. you know in the grand scheme of things it’s not that serious and that ultimately you would forgive claire. your friends know you and that you purposely don’t wouldn’t flake, especially to gather you helped plan. “talk to me~” her kisses are met with limp lips that make her snuggle you tighter. “i’m sorry,” she pouts.

carefully you scoop her ass into your lap more, finally giving into at least one kiss. that's all it takes for her spirits to lift. you have no idea what to say, how to say it or if you even should even say anything. you know your impish doll loves to pull harmless stunts like these from time to time just to get some of your attention. it’s a behavior you never tried to correct because she never means any ill will, you know how clingy she can be and how tricky she can get to show you that you are hers. on an average day, she’s not like this. bratty? yeah. hell yeah. though, while her intentions may be innocent, these actions aren’t— and that’s where your pup needs the adjustment. as she tries, the mild irritation buzzing through you eases, accepting your loss.

she’s slightly dejected by your silence, body slouching in your lap. “i know i've been a bad girl and we can talk it out like a normal couple later,” claire reasons in whispers, the tip of her nose bumping into yours. again a beat of time goes by with still not a peep from you, allowing her the chance to get creative. in thought, her eyes quake, sniping a kiss from you. “i promise to be good from now on,” her whine ends in a breathless hitch, nodding as if she’s mentally patting herself on the back for suggesting an offer. her hands fall into her lap, eyes low and glued to her fiddling fingers. 

“you wanna be good for me? now?” that sizzling feeling isn’t all gone, but it fuels a different flame. big blue eyes flick up in anticipation, body still. you choose to brew a different feeling up, one that will satisfy the both of you. she wants your attention and you think she could learn from a moment like this. claire spots the cogs in your brain twisting, eyes narrowing in an excited nervousness. 

nodding, her bottom lip swells but ultimately her task is complete. she succeeded in getting you to stay home. while she can’t say it happened on the best terms, she knows how to make it up to you.

with whatever makeup you have on wiped off, robe on and sitting on the edge of the bed, you wait for your girlfriend who apparently has a surprise for you. she only has to use the bathroom or so she says. seconds roll into minutes and with each passing one, you become less patient and far more curious. 

shifting your vision all over the room, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open turns your head. what a sight to see… ‘ah… your pup…’ 

bare with the exception of a red collar, a pair of ears and a tail, the woman crawls to you on all fours. her stalk is primal and hedonistic for your eyes only. a chestnut toned tail follows close behind as if she controls it herself. the slow trot forces you to focus on a set of cherry colored cheeks, peaked nipples and expectant eyes behind long waves of brown she finally decided to let down. a part of you feels like you don’t deserve the hassle she puts herself through just to be yours. cunning intention in her smile is hidden as she bites her cheek, trying not to show amusement– the same entertained look you have on your face, leaning forward with your legs spread for the woman. her heart is in her ears, excited to finally be on all fours for you again. she can see the rise and fall of your breasts under the robe you wear, cunt jumping at the thought of being able to even hump your leg if given the chance.

claire’s been your pet for as long as can remember, though not as long as your relationship. it started as the bratty switch finds herself becoming more domestic while dating you, clumsier in her ways and much more submissive than what she’d typically stand for. you always remained true to your dominance however, being able to expertly put the (now) sub in her place, building her respect for you. out bursts still handled, attitudes still challenged. until you grew used to one another. now the reigns are harder to control, but out of love and genuine patience. when you have room to give grace that is. 

“oh…look at my puppy, come here princess,” like an obedient pet, she reaches you with her hands perched on your thighs. she’s caught at the edge of the bed, tits bouncing in tandem with her body while resting on the balls of her ankles at your disposal. like an eager girl, she pants for you in hopes you receive her. 

she relishes at your coo, licking her already glossed lips. restlessly, the tail inside of her wags with her tongue out like the good girl you know she’s not. “you were so bad today, you know that?” claire’s face falls into the palm of your hand at the feeling of you against her cheek, the corner of her lip tilting higher. a nod of disapproval feels more of a joke that she’ll be doing anything but laughing at. truly, she doesn't care at all about her slip up. look at where she’s at right now. if all dogs go to heaven, maybe she’s dead. the sound of her whine runs your blood hotter than usual, taking in her face turning to see her playfully nip the hand that caresses her. there’s no real need to hide her smiles now, grin pushing her cheeks into her vision.

intrigued eyes study her . “no biting.” you make it a point to only say it once. no way would she put herself in this situation without thinking she was off the hook completely. training is in session. grabbing the puppy by her jaw, you jolt her face in your direction, feeling the gurglish giggle rumble from the top of her throat. 

suddenly, a hot tongue lays out of her mouth to lap a long stripe at the webbed skin connecting your thumb to your index finger. 

she takes your grip with a grain of salt, even trying to pull out of it all the while hoping for your hand to tighten… as you quickly do. eye to eye, you two have a silent debate over who’s going to get their way tonight. “you said you were gonna be my good girl…”

claire nods with a bright flame behind her eyes, puckering her lips, asking for a kiss. yeah right. she savours the plush of your smooch, moaning out, body sinking into the ground with her lustful energy pulling you down with her. her kiss is wet and hungry, ignoring every inclination to tug back for a breath. you’d think that this would be the end of her shenanigans, you wish. instead, she finds herself nipping at your bottom lip again only to growl, gripping the wrist that has her locked by the face. 

she eyes the string of saliva that connects you both, shamelessly moaning out. goosebumps wrap your girlfriend’s arms, head low but pretty blue doe eyes glued to yours, sending clear drool down her chin to her neck. 

the lewd look you catch in her eye shifts into something far more carnal with the tight slap you leave on the apple of her cheek. red is all claire can see, growling from the contact, “no biting.” it's just enough to make her seethe, shifting her thighs from the stimulation, slick, clear fluid peeking down her entrance. 

your eyes hang low, grin rising, “you want something in your mouth so fucking bad, huh?” 

inquisitive eyes lock in place at the center of your thighs. you’ve always been wary of giving puppies bones too big for them, but this one seems to like a challenge. claire’s defenses are disarmed when she’s freed, your gaze encouraging her to pull the hem of your robe to the side to showcase the new toy she’s been begging to try. it sits on your lap (and inside you) so snug, veiny and is making claire consider misbehaving just to feel it. the dildo acted as a means for play after you came back home. if you were a mean handler, you’d hold out from her until this brewing feeling subsided. luckily, you have some humanity left. she shifts her thighs, looking to you for the okay she's dying for. with a wink, she’s permitted to take the red silicone cock in her mouth by the tip, hands at the base. your collared girl attempts to fit you in her cheek, too weak willed to take the whole thing. 

like an actual dog starved for a bone, she vibrates at the stocky, long object. she wants nothing more than to be around it, covering it in cum. soft pink lips stretch at your girth, parting your lips like the toy is real. 

however, it’s not about what she wants. she got what she wanted already. it’s your turn. you anchor yourself on the bed on your elbows, eyes glued to your pet, but it’s not enough. your head rolls back like you can feel every sensation she litters it with. “no sweet girl,” your hands slowly snake behind her hair, wrapping it up within your reach just to sink her around the girthy cock. “take it like you know how. you wanted something in your mouth– fill it.” 

she retries, shoveling you down to the best of her ability. she gags for you, tearing up from the tip prodding at the back of her throat. the mercy you started your day with is long gone, hand pushing her back around you with a seething breath. your moans litter the air like she genuinely chokes on your flesh. her hands loosely hang at your waist, trying not to grab. that was the one rule she follows. if you're already shoving her head down your shaft, she doesn’t want to test you too much. 

“dammit baby, just like that,” you pay her gurgles no mind, eyes lighting up at the tears prickling her waterline. she tries to take you, filling her throat with as much as you make her take. the grip you have in her hair keeps her close. right where she wants to be actually. even if she’s losing her breath, seeking air and messily slobbers over the strap you wear, she commits to the bit, swollen lips pursing to the best of their ability. her tenacity turns you up higher, slipping her out of your grip only when it starts to sound less like mere struggle and more like actual choking. if she could handle it, you’d keep pushing her around you and wouldn’t stop until you were satisfied. she shies away at your huntress glare, timid through her natural desire.

the pup reaches off a full inhale, falling back on her hip with a hand on the ground, the other twirling its fingers over her dripping chin. the sight of her is pitiful; chest rising and falling for air while she collects herself.

sitting up, you decide to check on your girl. a condescending, “awe, i thought my puppy could handle it,” sends a shiver of irritation down her spine, puffing out a low growl. she’s lifting from her lazy recovery, head snapping up from you grabbing hold of her plump cheeks within your middle finger and thumb. the lesson feels like it’s half way learned from that alone. “you wanted me, you’ve got me,” it’s more threatening than intended (though the intention is still to thrill). your lip gets trapped between your teeth at the sound of her grunting, body standing on her knees once again. 

careful fingertips paw at the cloth covering your body, wanting to free you.

“you want this off?”

she nods, making your heart double in size. 

“you can use your words, baby,” you cover the back of her hands with your own palms. the small contact feels like it’s your small way checking in on her while she’s in active play time. 

with only enough brain power to disagree, she at least wants to see the sensually aching body that hides under the cloth. she can see your nipples taut through the red, shifting with each movement you make. the thought of seeing your chest rise and fall, your tummy collecting air with every orgasm is too hot to pass up. words can’t be formed and even if she has something to say, her jaw is too sore to execute them. 

relentless effort pulls her from her daze, doe eyes glistening with every second she takes in your image. “...yes.” barely above a whisper, you hear her like a passing wind.

funny how she doesn’t have many tricks up her sleeve now. no quips, no teases. just fatigue and a sore throat. 

“wanna see me, pretty girl?”

she nods. 

“yeah?” you chirp, feigning this gentleness you’re sure to revoke later, “come on and get on top of me beautiful.” 

as she settles on your lap, she can’t ignore the pulse in the middle of her thighs from the thick strap filling her sobbing cunt. her heavy breaths rattle against you, hugging an arm around your neck, keeping herself upright with her lips on yours. you’re no better, wrapping her in your hold with the bullet vibe low enough to make you buzz without cumming too early. what better time than now to get a glimpse of pleading eyes, batting away small droplets from the pressure filling her. 

claire knows that she's allowed to release all of her inhibitions with little to no (proper) consequence. it's one of the things she likes about being your pet the most. she never has to push the boundary too far because it’s always met with a slap on the hand because she’s not fully trained. everytime. 

everything is telling claire to misbehave, to take the power from you if just for a sliver of time just to see you snatch it back. in a flash, she forgets all about your no biting rule, nipping at your parted lips and diving in for a kiss. a playfully steamy invite to explore your mouth. tender hands fondle your jawline with a tremble, but you remain strong. 

only when you pull away do her eyes fall, bracing herself for the sting along the round of her cheek. she processes your reprimand with a seething lip bite, eyes glossing over at the loss of contact. claire never minds the quiet, “what did i say?” the poor puppy just wants a kiss, eyes welling until you give in. the beat of her heart echoes through the room, breast to breast with you, eyes closed. small hums fill the space you occupy with every kiss you lap up, head naturally tilting with the flow of your makeout. such a bratty girl. 

though you have to admit: having your girl bouncing on you is so much better than being out with your friends. sorry. of course the more stunts she pulls just for you to continue to entertain her are impeding on the social life you’ve been seeking outside of your relationship. she knows. but she can’t say she particularly cares, not when her pussy swallows the toy you brutalized her throat with not even ten minutes ago. it doesn't matter now while her hips buck against you, grinding her clit down on the base of the toy. the pup continues her ride, squealing from the over stimulation of you taking the initiative to drop your hands behind you on the mattress, rutting into her from underneath. 

“oh– hngh,” her thrusts stutter from low stamina, gasping at the tight grip you have on her ass that encourages her to keep going. 

“mm, no baby,” dominance taunts her through your voice, shutting up to feel the slow build up inside of you continue to push you inch by inch closer to the edge. “you wanted me to stay home,” without saying a word, she nods as if she doesn't want you to even finish your sentence. she does want you and you can tell by the look of her sloppy work swallowing the sizable cock you wear. “we’re gonna make the most of it, isn’t that right baby?”

there’s a hum, ‘mhm’, before claire doubles over with her hands tucked on your hips to keep momentum. 

“come on pretty girl, use your words.”

“yes mommy.” sex riddles her tone, gurgly and erotic. she’s aroused by the hand you’ve got to the back of her neck, eyes peering at the lips you try to serve her. swollen lips lazily kiss yours, hoping to distract you from the slight shift of two fingers spinning slow teasing circles to show off the puffy, throbbing clit she rocks on you. “mommy i wanna cum– i wanna cum so bad, please.” 

you almost feel bad for her, truly. she caused all this fuss because she’s just so pent up without you. “you wanna make a mess for me? don’t make me regret staying home..” you could be a little ruthless and yank the hand she’s touching herself with into your hold, but you let her do as she pleases this time. she’s never been the type to spill just from penetration alone. 

“n-never. i couldn’t make you do that.  you love me too much, right?” what is supposed to be bratty is littered in desperation, body quaking as her hips lose their rhythm. the pet now begins to curl too deep, growlish grunts escaping every time she knocks into her own g-spot. 

you’re honestly not far behind. “mhm,” you groan, nails digging into her ass, “i love my girl so much.” while the dick she rides isn’t real, she rocks you like you own it. the toy inside of you however has your eyes shut, leaning back fully into the bed with your head deep in the pile of pillows. you try to remain calm, but your soul is being lured by the power of the vibrator. “oh my– fuck.” you try not to swear, looking for something else to focus on. it’s a sight to see claire with one hand hastily massaging her aching bud with her other hand being devoured by her mouth. her tongue wraps around her middle and ring fingers, diving deeper into her throat to get her hand and mouth messy. 

the collar she wears clinks with every time your hips collide, joining the symphony of moans, whines and the sound of skin slapping. it pulls you closer, your own hips rushing for pleasure and nothing but. claire bites and gnaws at her own fingers with an animalistic lust, sniffling as her build up works its way from her feet to the pit of her womb. 

honestly, you can’t even remember what the hell you wanted to train her for. you have no idea what you lost when heat blankets your body, pussy hungry for release. nothing matters to you right now other than getting you and your girl to ruin your neighbors night. your skin flashes back and forth between hot and cold, breaths sounding more like gasps, attempting to call out claire's name though failing each time. speaking of, she’s no better, small howls meshed with helpless pleas overtake her until she’s lost all control of her body. as do you. 

at the same time. you’re much more controlled, keeping claire's shivering body centered over you, hands on her hips. through feverish exhales, you realize something. you two have never cum at the same time before. that’s what ignites a fire in you, grinning cockily. 

spent, your pup is scooped in your tired body. her head looks for your shoulder, teary eyes hidden by a curtain of brown hair.  there’s nothing more she wants than to cuddle into you and take the win she thinks she’s collected.  the grip she has on your open robe is tight, pulling herself from the strap to make your thigh sticky and slick to claim it as her new seat. weak hands paw at your face attempting to keep herself stuck to you, hips stuttering as her orgasm runs out. 

“oh my god–” she hisses in the crook of your neck, slowly pulling back just to sink back into the thigh you happen to flex just to tease her. claire can’t deny the second wind that sweeps through her, getting her last few thrusts out until her clit tells her that the pressure is too much. she whines with her scooches, pulsing against you before she brings herself to a jittery halt. like an emergency contact, you’re there for her with caring eyes and protective presence.

“mm, my baby got it all out didn’t she,” your voice is soft against her cheek with her clung to you almost like a koala more than a young dog. “how is my puppy doing?” 

no response. claire’s more interested in laying on you non-verbal. 

you meditate on her silence, kissing the top of her head. she may be a little rascal, sure, but damnit, your baby deserves a kiss for all of the hard work she put in with hopes of you forgiving her selfish gesture. “think you learned your lesson? got what you wanted?”

there’s a pause from the woman, creating distance so she can send you puffy and sleepy eyes. in fact, she nods with her bottom lip poked out. gentle fingers send her own hair behind her human ears, “mhm.” what other lesson would there be other than her doing what she wants gets her exactly what she wants? 

no. absolutely not. while she did get what she wanted, you don’t think she learned her lesson. “yeah? and what lesson is that?” 

since you keep asking things of her, she figures she might as well respond “if i stop you from leaving, you’ll stay.” haha. very funny. she sports a cheerful grin, spoiling your cheek with soft kisses. 

“is that so?” 

she hums satisfied, snuggling down on the round of your thigh with a melting grumble. like you never came, your body lights up at the sound, encouraging her to slide closer to feel her body jolt from the friction. “next time your friends ask you out, can you stay home?” her amusement at your eye roll doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“nice job, but the damage is already done.” your hard work is smeared on your leg now, the product finding the perfect angle to settle down on you. the tip of her nose brushes against yours, silently asking for a kiss– twitching at you snatching a kiss from her. she knew you weren’t actually upset. 

absolutely you’re not upset. with claire? never. not when she knows how to get in your good graces so quickly. you find pleasure in getting to see her rowdy side. especially when no one else sees it.  “i think we need to get better at asking questions rather than assuming pretty girl.”

“i’m sorry…” she fakes up a pout, “i did. i learned my lesson.” claire gives up trying to tempt and tease, “are you still mad at me?” now your eyes are large before your brows are knit in confusion.

“i was never mad at you. if you wanted to keep me home i sure as hell was going to have some fun too.”