If that's what it takes, I'll be your fucking pet.

Janice scans your gaze a moment longer, her mischievious smile widening. "Get on your fucking knees, pet."

You silently obey, looking up at her, waiting for further instructions.

Still clutching your neck, she hooks the waistband of her already lowered panties with her thumb and slides them off, holding onto your shoulder for balance.

She sighs in relief, "Much better..."

"So, how's this gon-"

"Shush! Pets don't talk, that's like, rule number one."

Right...

"Now, where did I put the damn thing..." She walks away, rummaging inside a pile of cardboard boxes near an undone sofa bed.

She eventually retrievies what looks like a studded leather belt, long and narrow; she stops for a moment, looking at it, lost in her thoughts.

"Never had a dog, so I have no collars lying around, but this will do just fine." She gestures you to come closer, which you do, dragging your knees on the floor.

"What kind of stupid bitch are you? Pets walk on all fours, you dumbass."

Yeah, sorry Janice, I've never roleplayed as a fucking dog before...

"Come here," she pulls your arm, walking behind you "And from now on, if you mess up, I'll punish your ass. Literally."

She wraps the belt around your neck, clasping the buckle tight behind your neck; the backside of the studs scratching uncomfortably the skin of your throat.

She gently tugs the makeshift leash, walking toward the opposite side of the room, to what you presume is her "workspace", or the one filled with the most stuff at least.

Following behind her on all fours, you have a prime view of her pale, tight ass jiggling at every step.

Small mercies...

"Enjoying the view back there, perv?" She stops in front of a tripod with a sketched out canvas mounted on it, looking back at you while groping her butt, using her middle finger to prod her hole.

"I can't paint without my inspirations," she reaches for the upper rim of the canvas frame, pulling back a fat blunt, half smoked, and a cheap lighter;

"This is one," she puts the crumpled spliff in her mouth and lights the charred black tip. "The other is a vibrator plug set on max. You're gonna take over that part today," she takes a long drag,"and if the painting ends up sucking balls, I'm blaming you." She puffs a thick white cloud of smoke in your face, before turning to the table beside her, grabbing a paper plate and squeezing various tubes of paint on it,

"And music, can't forget the music..." She mutters, moving stuff until she finds an old smartphone,covered in colored fingerprints, screen scratched to the point of being opaque.

She fiddles with it, skipping various punk-rock and EDM songs, until it sticks playing a melanchonic yet sweet tune.

"Yeah this will do... now stop staring and put that tongue to work, pet." Janice tugs the belt she wrapped around her wrist, pulling you closer.

Look at the bright side, Liam...

You haven't cummed in her ass, so no added flavour this time.

Fuck, talk about setting the bar low...

You part her asscheeks and dive between them, mentally signing off "eating ass for breakfast" from the list of thing you didn't expect to do today.

"Mhmm... No, this isn't cutting it." She murmurs after a long while. "Step up your game, pet."

You rack your brains for a moment, and then a terrible idea crosses your mind...

Rising to your feet, you slide one hand under her shirt and grope her breast, while the other goes around her waist, prodding her pussy.

Closed in this lopsided embrace, you notice Janice takes a long breath, remaining quiet.

You push your fingers inside her, feeling around for a familiar sweetspot, while simultaneously pinching her nipple;

"You're not supposed to be standing, you fuckwit..."

"I'll have you know, I'm a very well trained mutt. Wanna see this cool trick I learned?"

"This isn't how it's-Aahn-" she moans, jolting in your grasp;

Bingo...

You focus on the pulsing stud, pulling Janice closer while you fingerblast her; She exhales another trembling moan, pulling hard on the leash, forcing you to crane your neck over her shoulder.

You give a brief glance at her work on the half done painting: two blank human shapes dance at the bottom of what you assume is gonna be a junk riddled body of water, clutching each other's throat, while unfinished bubbles escape their lips.

She keeps adding delicate licks of paint with a shaky hand while you stand behind her, mesmerized by how naturally her brush dances on the canvas.

"Nice picture, But it seems like you need a hand with the finishing strokes..." You slide your hand out of her alcove, wrapping it firmly around her throbbing member.

"Ugh, you and your fucking puns..." Janice groans with an annoyed tone, but leans back towards you nonetheless, resting her head on your shoulder as you slowly finish her off.

You angle her dick away from the painting, not wanting to ruin it, but she drops the brush and puts her hand on yours, steering it back, aiming a little higher.

A volley of jizz hits the canvas, splatting on the fresh paint and slowly trickling down.

"Huff... that right there, that's my true signature. If I kick the bucket and my works end up being worth something, I'll be in hell laughing my ass off, knowing some rich prick will gladly pay for a glorified cumstain of mine." She smirks, satisfied, and breaks away from your grasp, turning to face you.

"Now... Let's talk about your punishment, pet."

"Why? I think the painting is turning out great!" You try to take a step back, but she tugs the leash.

"I gave you two rules... and you broke both. I'm almost proud." She grasps her still hard cock, and suddenly creases her brow, "What the..." Janice looks down at her twitching member, giving it a couple tentative strokes, squeezing it lightly. "Its bigger. No fucking way..."

Getting a better look at it, you agree that she gained a good inch in lenght, veins swollen and pulsing, and it stands so straight that you could hang a bucket on it.

"Yeah, me and Esme found that out by accident..."

"You did this on purpose?" She stifles a laugh, "Come on! I would have stuck it in your butt regardless... you had to know that, right?" She strokes faster, getting aquainted with the newly improved girth, "Fuckin' hell, it's so hard. Feels like I could plow your ass for hours, pet..."

Note to self:

Stop making your life (and a girl's cock) harder than it already is.

She puts her hand on your chest, pushing you to walk backwards until you fall on the sofa bed behind;

"Off with the pants..." She says, taking off her shirt as you unbuckle your belt and kick them off, scooting back.

Janice pulls your leg as you move too far away, climbing on the thin mattress, "Where do you think you're going? You can't run from this dick... Now, turn around."

You groan and turn, kneeling on all fours. As soon as you're set, she slaps your ass, moving closer.

"Good bitch..."

She presses her cockhead, still slick with cum, on your asshole; and as soon as the tip plops in she presses your buttcheeks together, making the following thrust all the more unpleasant.

When you wince in response to that, she slaps you again and tugs hard on the leash; "Don't be a pussy! You agreed to this, remember? So shut up, slut."

After that, she spits on her rod and begins to ravage your hole, still squeezing your buttcheeks against it.

You grit your teeth and take it, as quietly as you can. Janice keeps the leash pulled short, so that you have to arch your back more than you're used to, and shows no signs of slowing down, slapping your butt every time you groan too loudly or just because she feels like it.

She suddenly flexes her hips and buries the whole thing inside you, shooting her creamy load.

Finally.

Janice might be smaller that Esme and Sarah, but she sure as hell makes up for it in sheer viciousness.

As she slides her throbbing member out, you exhale a relieved breath; "All right, You've made your point. I'm -Aagh!-" you gasp as she stabs it in your ass again, resuming her relentless humping.

Janice snickers, picking up the pace, "A dumb bitch. That's what you are, if you think I'm done already."

She keeps hammering your butthole, digging her nails in your thighs as she howls in pleasure.

Holy fuck...

How much more juice do you have left?

A lot, apparently, since the chafing in your backside starts to flare up and she shows no signs of slowing down.

She wraps the leash around her wrist, pulling until you're **** to raise on your knees; she grabs your throat, holding your upper body in place as her thrusts turn even more violent.

You grunt through gritted teeth, in time with her movements and moans, cursing yourself every time she drives her cock too hard against your insides.

You feel it shooting a big load but she keeps going strong, unfazed; If anything, the layer of spunk acts as lube, making her **** faster, but also the tiniest bit more bearable.

She eventually cums again, and again, without stopping to take a breather or even to spit a snarky remark... she's just a bundle of raging lust at this point.

Your trembling legs give up, and you fall face first on the sheets, while Janice, without missing a step follows you down, giving your burning asshole one last, powerful stab, unleashing a final blast of semen that bubbles out of your sore anus.

At last, there's a moment of quiet as Janice collapses at your side, catching her breath, and you do the same, speechless.

The first sound to break the silence is your pained groan turning to face up, and as you do, Janice rolls towards you and rests her head on your chest;

"Oh yeah, sure, let's snuggle. It's not like you were jackhammering my ass like a rabbit on steroids, five minutes ago..."

In response, Janice bites down on your nipple; snickering like crazy as you yelp and arch your back. "You wanted to know me better? If this didn't give you an idea, I don't know what will."

"You bark AND bite, got it..."

"Why did you do this, anyway?"

"Uhm... didn't have much of a choice now, did I?" You run your index on the rim of the studded belt,

"Not that, you fuckwit. Why do you keep coming back? It can't be just the sex, you've got Esme for that..."

"I dunno. You seem lonely... And I've been lonely. It sucks."

Janice groans,"I told you already, I don't need a fucking knight in shining armor, Liam."

"How about a fuckable friend in a sweaty shirt?" You pinch the damp fabric clinging to your skin.

"Ah, that's a good one. Friends..." She snorts, "we can't be friends."

"Why not?" you frown.

"Because I... you... ugh. Just... forget I said anything."

"That's not gonna happ-Ahau-" she bites you again, harder. "Ouch. I'll get you a fucking muzzle if you don't stop that."

"Ahahah I'd like to see you try!" As she opens her mouth again you jam your wrist in it;

"Gotcha. But seriously, why we can't just hang out and do something normal, for once?"

"Pfft... hang out? And for what? So we can talk about our favourite movies and what other useless crap we want to buy with money we don't have? Fuck that. It's all a stupid show, we put a nice mask on and pretend to be someone better, someone likeable... fuck that."

She crawls on top of you, coming face to face,"When we're like this? Skin on skin, messy, breathless... we're real, For as long as it lasts. Why bother being fake if in the end this is what we really want?"

For a moment you think she's about to close in for a kiss, but she pulls away at the last moment, letting her head fall aside yours.

"So... What do you think of the real me, then?" You ask, still wrapping your head around her display.

"You're dumb. And obnoxious. Your puns suck. And you whine a lot when I fuck your tight ass.And-"

"Wow. Please stop. Too much flattery will get to my head, seriously."

She bites your earlobe,"Let me finish, asshole. You're also nice to have around... when you don't talk too much. And you're a total perv, I like pervs." She murmurs, nibbling your earlobe, "...And you can come back anytime."

The last sentence gives you pause;

"Is that an invitation?" You turn to match her gaze,

"Maybe... maybe next time I'll be the one on the leash. Or maybe I will chain you to the radiator and **** your mouth. Who knows?" She flashes a malicious grin.

Don't threaten me with a good time, girl.

You shoot a glance behind her, at the digital clock hanging on the wall,