His voice hardened, "Puppy, look at me." Her eyes found his. "Puppy I am not mad at you, but you need to tell me why you are crying." She stared back at the floor in shame. "Puppy!" She whimpered, cowering at the anger in his voice. "Look at me girl."
She began to shake as she looked up into his eyes again. Fear burned in the green sparkles of her eyes. She was falling back into her old habits. She fell back asleep silently.
"Puppy why are you so sad today?" He sighed then stared at the silver clock on his dark red wall. What more could he do for her? She had cried at his feet until he scooped her up into his lap against her will. He rocked her until she had fallen asleep. What more could he do? Even if the tears would stop he would never let her cut again. She was afraid to loose the one bit of sanity left in her life, and he did not want to loose another person that be cared for. She thought nothing of herself and occasionally let him know it. It resulted in what their relationship called a fight. He sighed again then ran his fingers through her hair, trying to tame it slightly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead softly in an almost fatherly manner.
She began to whimper softly and nuzzle her cheek against his chest. As consciousness overtook her she tried to move from his lap. Not because she loathed it, but because she knew she did not deserve it's warmth. His arms tightened around her as if he could read her thoughts. She yawned softly.
"Hold up your arms for me puppy."
She looked up at him with a pained expression. She held her hands wrist up to show him the milky white flesh. He grabbed her wrist in one hand then ran his fingers over her inner forearm. She shivered and twitched.
"Aw, does that feel good puppy?" she whimpered softly, "Would you like me to cut you puppy? Feel the razor splitting your skin?" she tried to pull her wrist from his. "Maybe you would like it if I cut you arm... right here." he traced an old scar on are arm. "Would you like that puppy?"
"No Sir, please, I'm sorry." tears fell down her cheeks.
"Are you sure puppy?"
"Yes Sir. Please I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. But I always upset you ..." her voice trailed off.
His thumb wiped away her tears. "Puppy you know that I care for you. Just because you fail to behave does not mean that I no longer want you. I know you have issues you fruitcake." He stuck his tongue out at her. "I like my silly puppy. I like to spank her, and make her behave. But I also like my sad puppy. You have to take the good with the bad baby." He kissed her softly. I am here for you puppy. Especially when you mess up because who else is going to spank you for being a bad girl?" He looked down at her flushed face with a devilish grin. He chuckled at her, "Aw. Poor puppy. Why are you wiggling all over my lap now puppy? Is my little puppy wet?"
"Y...Yea...Yes Sir" she stuttered out in embarrassment. He pinched her ass playfully making her yelp. She stared up at him with a slight pout on her face.
"Poor little puppy. Do I need to put some duck tape over your cunt puppy? Hmm? I don't want to get my pants all wet during your spanking." She stared up at him with her mouth agape. "If you keep holding your mouth open I might need to tape it shut for you." She closed her lips. He chuckled.
"Go get the tape off the dresser puppy." He popped her ass playfully as she shakily stood to retrieve the tape.
Her hands grasped the tape slowly, her fingers felt the smoothness of it. She walked back to him with her arms outstretched, holding the tape as far away as she possibly could. If she simply felt the stickiness of the tape against her skin she knew she would cum.
"Good puppy." He said as he took the tape from her slightly unwilling hands. He tore a piece of the black tape off and placed it firmly over her lips as if it was as normal as a kiss. She moaned as the stickiness formed to her lips.
"Lay down on the floor." She laid on the cold floor with her legs pressed firmly together. "Open your legs puppy." She bent her knees and pressed her feet to the floor, holding her legs about a foot apart. He moved from his recliner to kneel between her legs. "Wider...Wider...Wider. That's it girl."
His hand raked across the skin on her inner thighs, over faded the razor-blade scars. He kissed her leg gently at her knee then progressed into vicious bites on the pale skin of her mid thigh. Her body wriggled and bucked in response. Her hands had formed tight little fist due to the feelings coursing through her body and the anger she felt of having his lips so close to her pussy. She hated him there. It just was not his place. She looked down at him, whimpering softly, pleading with her eyes for him to relocate.
He laughed at her protest. He slid up her body causing a moan to tape her hands together above her head. He kissed her lips softly, her cheek, her ear. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "What a good punishment. Don't you think so puppy?" She viciously shook her head no. "But why not puppy? Did you really believe that I would let you be a bad girl and let it slide?"
Although her hands were taped he held them down with one of his as he twisted her right nipple. His lips kissed the tape on hers roughly, making her wish the tape away. He kissed down her body softly, stopping to nip her nipples and other areas that only he knew.
"Should I kiss your pussy? I bet you will love it" She could feel his breath against her. She squirmed uncomfortably. "Stay still puppy." His fingers separated her lips to reveal her soaking pussy and hard clit. He stared at her cunt for some time, it was the first time he had ever really looked at her pussy so closely. He moves his lips closer to her clit and blew cool air onto it. She focused all of her energy on staying still. His tongue, as if her was virgin to this game, flicked against her clit roughly. His lips then circled around her clit to suck softly. She did not moan, as he expected, until he bit her clit lightly. He chuckled to himself as he bit down harder and grinded her clit between his teeth. She screamed through the tape. His teeth let go of her clit as he spoke to her, "Poor puppy. Did that hurt?" He smiled the sinister grin that she had come to know so well. His fingers traced small patterns on her lips until her breathing calmed slightly. "You are free to cum whenever you like puppy." He looked up at her, she glared down at him. He pinched her clit as he stared into her eyes. She shook her head whimpering as she neared release. "Puppy you are going to cum. In fact, you will cum when I next bite you."
