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because he kept slapping my side, like he was trying to get me to go faster. I had been holding still until that, but I started bucking back against him as he slapped at me until I huffed and grunted.
    “That's it,” he rasped. “Hump me. Are you a dog? Are you a dog in heat? You my dog?” He slapped me again. “Speak, puppy.”
    My bark was more of a bleat, but it did its job: it made me feel dirty and fucked-up, and it made him feel like he was really mastering me—which, honestly, he was right then. I growled and purred and grunted and barked for him every time he slapped me, until all of a sudden he thrust so hard I almost bit my tongue, and he shuddered and came inside me. I wished he could have been coming inside me for real, no condom, that I would have been leaking when he pulled out.
    For a few minutes he lay across my back, breathing hard, and I enjoyed it, still hard, still aching, but waiting for him. Everything from the ranch and work and life in general had gone away, and I was just Loving's fuck dog, waiting to be told what to do next.
    What was next was that he laid me back on the pillow, and as he stared into my eyes, he jerked me off. He had me pull my legs back so that my knees were on my chest and my ass was open, but he just tugged on my cock and stared down at me, brown eyes burning as he pumped me harder and harder.
    Then, without warning, he said, “Come.”
    To my surprise, I did, and holy shit, it was huge and thick and all over his hand and my stomach, and some of it was even on my chin. Still watching me, he fed it all to me, and I licked it off his fingers. When the last of it was gone, he traced my lips for a second with his thumb.
    Then he bent and kissed me.
    His tongue stole right inside, and we swapped my semen back and forth a few times. He went after my nipples again, which were oversensitive already, but he just rolled and rolled them. He bent and sucked hard on the skin above one, leaving a hard red mark. He left another on my stomach, then turned me over and sucked on each ass check. He put me on my back, opened my legs, and sucked on the inside of each thigh. He pushed a finger back inside me, even though I was pretty raw, and I took him in, holding my legs open so we could both watch it go in and out.
    But eventually he pulled out, and he spooned up behind me.
    “I'd like to fuck you tomorrow,” he said.
    I nodded.
    Even though it was something I never did, with Loving I stayed the night, sleeping beside my boss the closet kinkfest, full of his pinch marks and bruises and hickeys, waiting to get fucked again.
    We opened in the morning with a blowjob.
    I was barely conscious and my head was getting pushed down to his crotch, but that was fine. What was also fine was the way he swung my body around and pulled me on top of him, tucking my knees under his arms. While I sucked him off and massaged his balls, he poked at my ass again, though sometimes he licked it too. Very quickly he figured out how much I liked that, and pretty soon I squatted over him, holding on to the headboard and rattling it as he pushed his tongue up inside me.
    There was a mirror on the closet door, and he fucked me in front of it. I sat backward on his cock and pushed myself up and down while we both watched. He also took me to the open window and fucked me at it—nobody could see, but it felt dirty, so it got us both hot. When he finally came, it was with me on my back and my legs open in a nasty V, and this time, actually, I came first.
    We took a break for a while after that and ate lunch on our own.
    I knew he was afraid to let me out of his sight, but I told him he could take me to dinner. I just needed some time to myself. Mostly I napped, but I showered too. I washed my ass out even more than usual, because I could tell it would be an ass-centric evening, the way his mind went.
    Dinner was actually nice. He took me to a steak place, and for a few hours it was just two guys out to dinner. We talked