Day 12: Pet Play

Day 12: Pet Play

The hideout was quiet tonight, the low hum of the outside world barely making it past the reinforced walls. Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looked over at Cooper, who knelt obediently in front of her. His rough, scarred skin caught the dim light of the room, making the ridges from his ghoul transformation stand out even more. But tonight, Cooper wasn't Cooper—he was her pet, and he'd do whatever she told him.

Lucy had suggested this idea before, but tonight was the first time Cooper had agreed. He wasn't the type to give in easily, but when he did, he went all in. And right now, he was on all fours, shirtless, his pants hanging low on his hips, waiting for her command.

"Good boy," Lucy murmured, her voice soft but full of control as she leaned forward, running her fingers through his hair. His eyes flicked up to meet hers, a flicker of anticipation in them. He didn't say a word, but his body language said enough—he was ready.

She let her fingers trail down his neck, stroking the line of his shoulders like he was a prized pet, something to be doted on. "You're going to be such a good dog for me tonight, aren't you?" she teased, her hand moving down his back.

Cooper growled low in his throat, but it wasn't aggressive—it was submissive, a sound of agreement. Lucy smirked at the noise, her hand pausing at the waistband of his pants. She knew he was already on edge, but she wasn't going to make it easy on him. Not tonight.

"You're going to behave, right?" she asked, her voice dipping lower, teasing. "I don't want to have to punish you."

Cooper's body tensed slightly, his muscles flexing under her touch, but he stayed still, waiting for her next move. "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, his voice gruff but obedient.

Lucy smiled, satisfied with his response. "Good dog," she praised, her hand sliding down his back again, her touch firm but gentle, like she was petting him. She liked the feeling of power, of knowing that he was hers tonight, that he'd do anything she asked. It was a thrill, one that sent a rush of heat straight through her.

"Now," she said softly, her voice dripping with command, "I want you to show me how good of a dog you are."

Cooper let out another low growl, a primal sound that sent shivers down Lucy's spine. He shifted forward, his head dipping down as he crawled closer to her, moving with the grace of someone who knew exactly what she wanted from him. He pressed his face against her thigh, nuzzling her leg like a dog seeking approval.

Lucy's heart skipped a beat at the sight, her hand moving to pet his head, her fingers curling in his hair as she guided him closer. "That's it," she murmured, her voice full of satisfaction. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

Cooper groaned softly in response, his body tense with anticipation as he pressed his face against her leg, his breath hot against her skin. Lucy let out a soft hum of approval, her hand stroking the back of his neck as she shifted slightly, giving him more access.

"Go on, then," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Show me."

Without hesitation, Cooper moved, his hands gripping her thighs as he positioned himself between her legs, his body pressing against her as he leaned in, his face brushing against her lower stomach. Lucy's breath hitched at the sensation, the roughness of his skin against her sending a rush of excitement through her.

He growled softly again, his head dipping lower as his hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips as he pushed forward, pressing his body against hers in a way that felt both primal and controlled. Lucy gasped, her hands tangling in his hair as she felt his breath against her skin, his body moving against hers with a rhythm that was almost animalistic.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice full of praise as she rocked her hips forward, encouraging him. "You're doing so well."

Cooper groaned in response, his hips jerking slightly as he pressed himself harder against her, his cock straining against his pants as he moved. Lucy could feel him grinding against her, the tension in his body building as he lost himself in the role she'd given him.

"Do you want it?" Lucy teased, her voice dripping with control as she looked down at him, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Do you want to be my good little dog and hump me like you're supposed to?"

Cooper growled, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back, but he didn't respond with words. Instead, he let his actions speak for him, his hips rocking forward as he pressed himself against her, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

Lucy gasped softly, her grip on his hair tightening as she rocked her hips in response, encouraging him to keep going. "That's it," she whispered, her voice low and breathless. "Such a good boy…"

Cooper groaned, his movements growing more desperate as he ground himself against her, the roughness of his pants adding to the friction. Lucy could feel him trembling beneath her touch, his body straining with the need for release, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

"You want to come, don't you?" Lucy teased, her fingers trailing down his neck as she looked down at him. "But good dogs don't come unless their master tells them to, right?"

Cooper's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath her as he struggled to stay still. "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, his voice rough and strained. His hands gripped her thighs, trying to ground himself, but the way Lucy was teasing him, the way she held all the control, was making it nearly impossible.

Lucy smirked, her fingers brushing lightly over his skin, teasing him just enough to keep him on edge but not giving him what he so desperately wanted. "Then you'll wait," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. "You'll wait until I say you can come."

Cooper groaned softly, his hips twitching against her as he tried to hold himself back, but the pressure was building, and it was taking everything in him not to lose control. "Please…" he whispered, his voice barely audible as he pressed his forehead against her thigh, trying to keep himself together.

Lucy let out a soft chuckle, her hand moving to grip the back of his neck as she tilted his head up, forcing him to look at her. "Good boys don't beg," she said softly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll come when I'm ready for you to come, and not a second before."

Cooper's eyes flicked up to meet hers, dark with need, but he nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

Lucy's smirk widened, satisfied with his submission. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Good boy."

Her words sent a shiver down Cooper's spine, his body trembling as he pressed himself harder against her, his hips moving in slow, desperate thrusts. Lucy could feel the tension building in him, the way his body was practically begging for release, but she wasn't going to let him off that easy.

She let him hump her like that for a few more moments, her fingers gripping his hair as she encouraged him, her voice soft and teasing. "That's it," she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. "Just like that. Keep going, but don't you dare come until I say so."

Cooper groaned, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back, but he obeyed, his hips moving in a slow, controlled rhythm as he ground himself against her. The friction was driving him wild, every movement sending jolts of pleasure through him, but he kept himself in check, waiting for her command.

Lucy watched him carefully, her heart racing with the thrill of having him under her control like this. She could see the way he was straining, the way his body was trembling with the need for release, but she wasn't ready to give it to him yet. Not until he was practically begging for it.

"Does my good boy want to come?" Lucy asked, her voice full of mock sympathy as she stroked his hair, her other hand trailing down his back in a slow, deliberate motion.

Cooper's breath hitched, his whole body tense as he nodded, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, his hands tightening on her thighs. "Please…"

Lucy's smile widened at his plea, her fingers trailing lower as she pressed her lips to his ear. "Then beg," she whispered, her voice full of command. "Beg for it."

Cooper let out a low, desperate whine, his hips jerking against her as he buried his face in her lap, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please, ma'am," he muttered, his voice thick with need. "Please let me come. I'll be good, I promise…"

Lucy felt a surge of satisfaction at his words, her hand gripping his hair tightly as she pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at her. "You will come when I tell you to," she said, her voice low and full of control. "Not before. Understood?"

Cooper nodded frantically, his body trembling as he struggled to hold back, his eyes full of desperation. "Yes, ma'am," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lucy smirked, her grip tightening in his hair as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice full of praise.

And then, finally, when she could feel him teetering on the edge, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "Come for me."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Cooper let out a low, guttural moan, his whole body jerking as he came hard, his hips bucking against her in desperate, frantic thrusts. The release hit him like a wave, his cock pulsing as he spilled into his pants, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure washed over him.

Lucy grinned, her hand still gripping his hair as she watched him come undone, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. She could feel the heat of him, the way he was shaking against her, and it sent a thrill through her, knowing she had been the one to push him over the edge.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice full of affection as she stroked his hair gently, letting him come down from the high. "You did so well."

Cooper slumped against her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release. Lucy ran her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle now as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"You're such a good dog," she whispered, her voice full of warmth as she held him close. "I'm so proud of you."