Their Rebellious Pet

By Evelyn Prince

Married couple Cole and Sarah have always played rough, especially with their submissive girlfriend Amberly. But today is different. Today, Amberly came home in a terrible mood and Cole and Sarah have decided the best way to fix it is with leashes and collars and cuffs.

But Amberly’s feeling bratty and stubborn. When their sex life turns into a battle of wills, her only way out is her safeword as Cole and Sarah tie her up, use her, and remind her how to be a good pet for them.

It takes a lot of reminding. But with patience, a firm hand, and, yes, a whole lot of bondage, they’ll get her there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evelyn Prince
• Release date: Jul 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463867730

Evelyn Prince

Evelyn Prince loves nothing more than making people come with her words. No matter where she is and what she’s doing, she would probably rather be wearing lingerie, drinking wine, and writing porn.

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Their Rebellious Pet

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Evelyn Prince

Copyright © 2018 by Evelyn Prince

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All characters in this piece of fiction are over eighteen years old.

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Amberly had once joked that polyamory was all talking and no sex, but Cole found that the best way to get Amberly talking was right after sex. When she was a sleepy post-orgasmic puddle of a girl, that was when she would make confessions, would tell them her secrets, would whisper requests and desires. Post-sex was the best time to get their girl talking if he and Sarah wanted to know what was actually going on in her head.

Like right now.

Their bed was a tangled mess of sheets, though Cole had sorted it out enough to be able to drag the covers over the three of them. He was lying in the middle with Sarah on one side and Amberly on the other. Something was poking him in the back—a dildo, he thought—but he was too lazy to move. Sarah was on her stomach, the side of her face pressed against Cole’s arm. Her short hair was sticking up in so many different directions it looked like a bird’s nest. Amberly, meanwhile, was curled up on her side, her head on Cole’s chest. She was playing with the leather cuff she still had on her wrist, trailing her fingers over the stitching and hooking them through the D-ring. Her breathing was slow and even.

One day, she said, her voice heavy with sleep, I want you two to use me even when I don’t want it. Her eyes fluttered shut, but on Cole’s other side, Sarah raised her head in interest. Not just fucking me, but— She broke off to yawn. Puppy play stuff. With the tail and the ears and the gag. Another yawn. Pick a day when I’m in a bad mood. Because sometimes, I don’t want to be all responsible and talk about my feelings. I just want to be bratty as fuck. She was slurring her words slightly now, more than halfway to being asleep. "Pick one of those days. A day when I’ll fight you and swear at you and tell you no and mostly mean it. It’ll be… I want you to train me. Get me on my hands and knees and put a collar on me even when—especially when—I don’t want it."

And with that, she sighed, snuggled closer to Cole, and fell asleep. Cole turned to Sarah with raised eyebrows. Huh, he said.

She grinned. That’s interesting, isn’t it?

*

Since their first try at puppy play, it had become a cornerstone of their sex life. It didn’t happen every day; it didn’t happen every week. But one of their triad would regularly initiate it. Sarah might hook the leash to Amberly’s collar and tell her to get on her hands and knees; Cole might break away from a kiss while Amberly was riding him to say, You’re just a desperate little bitch, aren’t you?; Amberly might come downstairs in the morning wearing her fluffy ears and holding her tail and saying, "Please."

Sometimes it was serious. Since the first time, when they’d discovered how well it worked, they often used it to calm Amberly down when she was overwhelmed; there were times when she was so stressed and caught up in overthinking everything that getting her into the headspace of a mindless, obedient puppy was the only thing that would settle her.

Other times, it was purely for fun—something used solely to get them hot and horny. Sarah liked how easy it was to be condescending, to treat Amberly like something small and helpless and dependant on them. Amberly got off hard on the humiliation aspect of it; she liked crawling around the house with a plug up her ass and rules she was expected to obey unquestioningly.

Cole, meanwhile… on one hand, Cole just really liked the tail. He liked the way it looked, swishing behind Amberly when she walked; he liked that she moved differently when she wore it; he liked the fluffy ears and the collar and how fucking adorable she was when she wore them. It made him want to stroke her hair and cuddle her and make sure she was happy and taken care of.

But a darker part of him liked it, too, for different reasons. It brought out a raw, animalistic side of him that he hadn’t known existed. Sarah had always had the darker kinks, the love for humiliation and objectification. He’d never entirely understood it until he had Amberly kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock while wearing a tail and forbidden from speaking. He’d never felt more like he owned her than in that moment. He wanted it—he wanted it