Monster’s Pet (Monsters In the Bed #2) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Monsters In the Bed Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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“You forgot you belong to me,” he says during a brief pause in my near constant wailing. “You are mine.”

“I know,” I whimper. I want so badly to reach back and rub my ass, but that’s not going to be allowed. I have to tolerate the heat and the burn, I have to stay in place and take my punishment.

“You will learn,” he growls. “I cannot keep you safe if you will not obey. That is more true than ever given your new form. Those wolf powers and potentials are…”

“Potent?” I finish his sentence with more alliteration, earning myself a firm slap across both sore cheeks.

“I will not tolerate disobedience,” he lectures me. “You risked your life to try to save your boss, but he did not need your sacrifice, and he took advantage of your good nature.”

There I will have to disrespectfully disagree.

“Of course he needed my help. He was under fire! Your idiot brother was trying to kill him for no good reason apart from a war I’ve personally seen absolutely no sign of. Plus, you kept me in a hole in the ground with some sex freaks and their weird kids, which made life feel a lot less like living. My sacrifice was very necessary.”

There’s a long pause after my tirade.

“Fine,” I sigh. “Beat me more. I’ll sit down next year. Whatever.

Order looks at me with all eight eyes and I wonder how pissed off I’ve just made him.

He chuckles softly, and his hands start to move over me, silk winding from his fingers and over my body with every caressing motion. I have fucked up, but in kind of a good way.

“Told you, you’d prefer me as a wolf,” I mutter, not bothering to squirm. I secretly, or maybe not so secretly like being held by his webbing. It’s almost a little like being a wolf. It puts me in a simpler form and lets my mind sink into a less cantankerous state. If I have to take more punishment, it might make it easier to bear.

“Yes, you are delightfully submissive in your animal state, but you do not have to be physically animal in order to submit to me, or to feel that calm and release.”

I feel his silk starting to contain me completely, turning me into a pet cocoon. I wonder if I will end up like Sally’s infants, sitting in the corner of the house all wrapped up for what seems forever.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He croons the words. I notice that there is a very specific portion of my anatomy he has not covered in silk. He has not forced my legs closed, nor has he allowed any of his webbing to obstruct what might very well be the fateful course of his his hard spider cock into my tight interior. If I am not very much mistaken, at least one of his hands is working on his fly.

Yes. I feel the length and heat of his bare cock pressing against me. I cannot move. I am wrapped up almost completely aside from these strategic entry points which he now makes swift and dare I say easy use of, four of his hands moving my cocoon clad body up and then down onto his shaft, my pussy absolutely soaked from my response to his stern punishment. I am moaning softly against his mouth as he holds me still and uses me. I cannot move at all. I cannot writhe, or grind, or control my experience. I have to take what I am given - and what I am given is his huge mutant cock sliding deep into my sex, spreading my quivering walls, filling me all the way up time after time as my poor spanked ass aches and the heat from his punishment turns to ever more intense sexual tingles.

I do not love disappointing him, but I do adore being bad and being punished. I love the rush of playful disobedience and teasing, knowing that I will soon be made sore, and soft, vulnerable and wet.

I have been spanked very thoroughly, and punished sternly. Once I would have thought myself too weak to take such a disciplinary ordeal, but I am stronger in every way now, and it feels correct to be restrained and mated, to have my legs spread around the powerful waist of my mutant lover, and to have my pussy spread wide around his cock.

He knows precisely how to use me in order to take me right to the verge of release, but not quite over it. He knows how to stir the dewy exudes of my sex with his rod and whip me into a frenzy. He also knows how to clamp my hips against him and hammer up into me, giving me a rough ride I will never forget, and a wailing orgasm that must surely be heard for miles around.



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