Suki - [Pet Play & Light Submission route]

The petite Japanese girl’s breath hitched. Her dark almond eyes widened, her delicate fingers tightening in the fabric of her skirt. The bottle’s neck pointed at her like an accusation—or an invitation.

Oh no.

A slow, wicked grin spread across Allison’s face. “Well, well. Looks like we’ve got our first volunteer.”

Suki’s cheeks burned. She could feel the weight of their gazes—Cathy’s curious blue eyes, Anita’s teasing smirk, the twins’ mischievous grins, Jo’s unreadable but knowing expression. Her pulse thrummed in her throat, a mix of nerves and something hotter, something she didn’t dare name.

“I—I—” Her voice came out small, barely a whisper.

Anita leaned forward, her dark eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll go easy on you.” The way she said kitten sent a shiver down Suki’s spine.

Allison, ever confident, stretched her long legs out in front of her. “Since I’m first in the circle, I’ll start.” She tapped her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm… Oh! I’ve got it.”

Suki swallowed.

Allison’s grin turned predatory. “Crawl to the kitchen on all fours and fetch a snack for the group—no hands allowed to pick it up.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Oh my God,” Erica cackled.

Suki’s face flamed. Crawl? Like… like an animal? The thought sent a jolt of humiliation straight to her core, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Jo tilted her head. “You can say no, you know.”

But the challenge in her voice was unmistakable.

Suki bit her lip. She could refuse. But something about the way they were all looking at her—like she was something delicate to be unwrapped, something precious to be played with—made her stomach flutter.

I liked it last night.

She took a shaky breath. “O-Okay.”

The girls cheered as Suki slowly lowered herself to the floor, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. The position felt absurd, degrading—her palms flat, her ass in the air, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the tops of her thighs.

Anita whistled. “Damn, someone’s playing nice.”

Suki’s face burned hotter. She started forward, her movements awkward at first, her hips swaying slightly with each crawl. The carpet was rough against her palms, the air cool on her exposed skin.

“Oh my God, she’s actually doing it,” Sam giggled.

Erica leaned in. “Look at her little wiggle.”

Suki’s breath hitched. Every inch forward felt like an eternity, the weight of their stares pressing into her. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the shameful heat pooling there.

Why does this feel so… good?

Allison smirked, crossing her arms. “Faster, pet. We’re hungry.”

The nickname sent another jolt through her. Pet.

Suki quickened her pace, her breath coming in shallow pants as she reached the kitchen doorway. The tile was cold against her knees, a stark contrast to the warmth spreading through her body.

The snack bowl sat on the counter, just out of reach.

No hands.

Suki hesitated, then rose up on her knees, her lips parting as she leaned in. The first attempt was clumsy—her teeth scraped the edge of a chip bag, sending it tumbling to the floor.

“Oops,” Cathy teased.

Suki whined softly, the sound embarrassingly close to a whimper. She tried again, this time catching the corner of a chocolate bar between her teeth.

“Good girl,” Allison purred.

The praise sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Suki’s core. She nearly dropped the chocolate, her legs trembling as she turned back toward the circle, the treat held delicately in her mouth.

The girls erupted into cheers and laughter as she crawled back, her face burning, her body thrumming with something she couldn’t name.

Anita reached out, plucking the chocolate from Suki’s lips with a grin. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a perfect little pet.”

Suki’s breath shuddered.

The words sent a shiver down Suki’s spine—pet. The way Anita said it, low and teasing, made her stomach tighten in a way she didn’t fully understand. She knelt there, her thighs pressed together, her fingers curling into the carpet as the girls laughed and clapped around her.