Chapter 226: Chapter 226 – Deeper Training

My hand continued stroking her red hair. My fingers combed through strand after strand, then moved to the black dog ears on her head. I played with the tips of those ears, squeezing them gently.

Arianna responded with a small bark. “Arf… arf…”

Her tongue lolled out again, licking the air in front of her. Her crimson eyes were half-lidded, basking in the caresses I was giving her.

“How’s the reward?” I asked, my voice soft but loaded with meaning. “Are you enjoying it?”

Arianna barked again, and that’s when, for the first time, she truly tasted the semen still lingering in her mouth.

Her half-closed eyes flew wide open.

The taste… was different. Not just salty or bitter like she’d imagined. There was a faint sweetness beneath it, a warm sensation spreading across her tongue, and strangest of all—after swallowing, her body felt like it was coursing with tiny electric currents. Pleasure radiated from her throat through her entire body, making her nipples harden further and her pussy throb more intensely.

She swallowed again. And again. Consuming every last drop left in her mouth, licking her own lips to make sure nothing was wasted.

Had it always tasted this good? Or was it because she’d become more sensitive? She didn’t know. What she did know was that she wanted more.

I smiled seeing her expression shift from shame to… hunger.

“I see you like it,” I teased, my hand still stroking her hair. “Too bad my cock isn’t satisfied yet.”

Arianna stared at my still-erect cock, still rigid, still ready to be used again. Her eyes glinted—a mix of fear and excitement.

Without being asked, she turned around.

Her beautiful back arched, her hands still supporting her on the floor, but now in a different position. Her round, pale ass lifted high, facing directly toward me. Her sopping wet pussy was on full display—her glossy red labia glistening with fluid, slightly parted, as if inviting me in.

She looked back over her shoulder, gazing at me from behind. Her face was still flushed, but there was a defiant smile on her lips.

“Come on, loser,” she said, her voice husky but her tone challenging. “I’ll let you use my pussy. But don’t take too long, I’m bored.”

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 82%.]

I smiled. What a bitch, still daring to play games even while kneeling naked with dog ears on her head.

I approached, standing directly behind her raised ass. One hand grabbed her buttock, squeezing that soft white flesh. Then a hard slap landed.

SMACK!

The sound of the slap echoed in the room. Arianna’s pale ass immediately reddened, leaving a handprint on her skin.

“Aaah!” she moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Aren’t you supposed to call me ’master’?” I said, my voice low. “Naughty dog. And here I just praised you.”

Arianna looked back, her eyes defiant even through her tears. “No.”

SMACK!

The second slap on the same cheek. The red mark spread wider.

“Aaaah! You—”

“Call me master,” I interrupted.

“No!”

SMACK!

“Aah! Bastard—”

“Master.”

“I won’t!”

SMACK!

“Aaaah! Aaah!”

“No—”

SMACK!

“AAAH!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each slap made Arianna moan louder. Her pale ass was now red on both sides, my handprints clearly visible. But with every slap, I saw little notifications appear.

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 94 (+1)]

She wasn’t in pain. She was enjoying it.

“I know,” I said between slaps, “you’re a masochist, aren’t you? The more I spank you, the wetter your pussy gets.”

“I-I’m not—Aaah!” she protested weakly.

SMACK!

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 95 (+1)]

SMACK!

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 96 (+1)]

“Don’t lie,” I taunted. “Your body speaks louder than your mouth.”

SMACK!

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 97 (+1)]

SMACK!

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 98 (+1)]

Her ass was truly red now. Dark red, like it was burning. Layers of my slaps marked it. But Arianna didn’t protest. She just moaned, wiggling her ass slightly, as if asking for more.

SMACK!

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 99 (+1)]

I stopped.

The tenth slap was the last. I withdrew my hand, admiring her reddened ass with satisfaction. Arianna panted before me, her body trembling, her pussy producing so much fluid it dripped to the floor, forming a small puddle.

She waited.

Waited for the next slap.

But none came.

Arianna looked back, her face flushed crimson, her eyes wet, her expression confused and frustrated.

“Why… why did you stop?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I… I was almost…”

“Almost what?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

She bit her lip. “I was almost…”

“Ohhh,” I smiled. “So you want to climax?”

She nodded slightly, ashamed.

“But you won’t call me master.”

She was silent.

“I’ll make you an offer,” I said. “Call me master, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Arianna stared at me. The final battle in her eyes. Pride versus pleasure. Dignity versus desire.

“I…” her voice was hoarse. “I…”

“Come on,” I coaxed, my voice gentle. “Just one word. After that, you can climax.”

She bit her lip harder. Then, in a barely audible voice—

“Master.”

My smile widened. “Good dog.”

I didn’t wait any longer. My hips thrust forward, and my large cock plunged straight into her soaking wet pussy.

“AAAAAAH!”

Arianna screamed. A scream of unbearable pleasure. The moment my cock entered, filling her tight, warm cavity, her body convulsed violently. Her pussy clenched incredibly tight, gripping my shaft as if never wanting to let go.

And from within, a burst of warm fluid sprayed out like a fountain. Clear liquid gushed from her pussy, soaking my cock, soaking her thighs, soaking the floor beneath her.

She was squirting.

“AAAAH! AAH! AAH!” she cried, her body shuddering violently. “I’M—I’M—AAAAH!”

The gush continued for several seconds, forming a large puddle on the floor. Arianna collapsed limply, her hands barely able to support her body anymore. She gasped for breath, her eyes glazed, her mouth hanging open.

[You have successfully made Arianna climax.]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 46.]

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 85%.]

I didn’t move. My cock was still inside her pussy, now wetter than ever. I savored the sensation of her final clenches before they eventually relaxed.

After she calmed down slightly, I began withdrawing my cock—slowly, leaving a sensation of friction that made her whimper softly.

“I-I…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I can’t believe… I actually…”

“Pissed on your master,” I interrupted, my voice mocking. “Bad dog.”

Arianna looked at me with an expression mixing shame and satisfaction. “That… that wasn’t piss…”

“What’s it called?”

“Squirt…” she whispered shyly.

“Hehe… Whatever it is,” I said, “you made a mess of the floor. So messy.”

She could only fall silent, her face flushed crimson.

But I wasn’t done praising her. My hand stroked her reddened ass, feeling the warmth of her still-tingling skin. “But your pussy is incredible, my dog.”

Arianna shuddered at the praise.

“And your body,” I continued, my eyes tracing her beautiful back, her disheveled red hair, the dog ears on her head, “is so beautiful. Just like your mother’s.”

At the words ’your mother,’ Arianna’s body tensed.

“By the way,” I said casually, as if discussing the weather, “your mother is beautiful too. Maybe more beautiful than you. More mature, more experienced. I wonder, if she wore dog ears and this collar, what would she look like?”

Arianna turned quickly, her eyes widening in horror.

“W-What?!”

“I’m just thinking,” I said, still casual. “Maybe I could make your mother my dog too. Just like you.”

“NO!”

Arianna screamed, her voice full of panic. She tried to turn around, despite her weak body, her crimson eyes staring at me intensely.

“Don’t hurt my mother!” her voice trembled. “Anything! Do anything to me! But don’t—don’t touch my mother! Please!”

Tears began pooling in her eyes again. Not tears of pleasure this time, but tears of pure fear.

“I’m begging you, Adam,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good dog. I won’t disobey anymore. I’ll call you master. Anything. Just don’t touch my mother.”

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 87%.]

I looked at her. The fear in her eyes was so real. For the first time, the arrogant Arianna Blazinger was truly showing her weakness.

I smiled. “Then be a good dog.”

Arianna nodded quickly. “I will! I promise!”

“Good.” I pulled her chain, making her come closer. “Now, your master wants to take a walk. Accompany me.”

She nodded again, still on all fours.

I started walking. Slowly, leisurely, circling the room. And behind me, Arianna crawled, led by the chain I held.

“Come on, dog,” I said, my voice cheerful. “Let’s walk.”

Arianna crawled behind me, her smooth knees creeping across the marble floor. Occasionally she had to pass through her own puddles, making her skin wet and slippery.

We circled the room. Past the large mirror, where she could see her own reflection—naked, covered in semen and her own fluids, with dog ears on her head and a collar around her neck, crawling like an animal.

She turned her face away, ashamed to see herself.

“Don’t be shy,” I said without looking back. “Look at yourself. You’re beautiful.”

She looked at her reflection again. This time longer. And somehow, my words made her a little braver.

We passed the long bench. Past the towel rack. Past the toilet door she’d originally intended to enter.

“Stop,” I said.

Arianna stopped crawling. I turned to face her. My cock was still erect, waiting.

“Now,” I said, “I’m going to ride you while we walk.”

Her eyes widened. “W-What?”

I didn’t explain. I just approached, stood behind her, and thrust my cock into her still-wet pussy.

“AAAAH!”

Arianna screamed again. But this time I didn’t stay still. I began moving—back and forth, in and out, fucking her at a moderate pace.

And while fucking her, I started walking.

“Come on,” I said, pulling her chain. “Walk.”

Arianna crawled forward, even though each step was jolted by the thrusts of my hips from behind. Her position was strange—crawling while I rode her from behind, each forward step accompanied by one thrust inside.

“Aaaah… aaaah… aaaah…” her moans followed the rhythm.

We walked around the room. From the mirror to the long bench. From the long bench to the corner. From the corner to the toilet door. Circling like someone taking their dog for a walk.

Each step made her plump ass jiggle. Each thrust made her tight pussy suck me in deeper. Arianna’s vaginal walls kept squeezing my shaft, as if not wanting to let go.

“Your pussy is incredible,” I groaned behind her. “It won’t let me go.”

“Hyaaah… hyaaah… aaaah…” Arianna couldn’t answer. Her mouth could only release moans.

We kept walking. One lap. Two laps. Three laps. The wet squelching sounds from her continuously pounded pussy filled the room. The sounds of both our moans. The sounds of her palms and knees crawling on the floor.

“Aaaah! Aaah! I—I want more!” she screamed mid-walk.

“Want what?”

“I want to climax again! I want—Aaah!”

“You just climaxed,” I said, still fucking her. “So greedy, dog.”

But I sped up my movements. My thrusts grew harder, deeper. Each thrust made her ass shake violently, making wet slapping sounds echo.

“Aaaah! AAH! AAH!”

“Make your dog sounds!” I commanded.

“ARF! ARF! AAH! ARF!”

She barked with each thrust, a mix of moans and embarrassing barks. But she did it. She obeyed.

I felt the sensation peaking again. My cock throbbed, ready to release its second load.

“I’m about to come again,” I groaned. “Where do you want it?”

“I-inside!” she screamed in panic. “Not outside! Inside! I want to feel it again!”

Greedy bitch.

I came again. The second burst of semen filled her womb, warm, copious, flooding her. Arianna screamed, her body convulsing violently, and for the second time—

A burst of warm fluid sprayed from her pussy, mixing with my semen that had just entered.

She was squirting again.

“AAAAAAH!”

[You have successfully made Arianna climax.]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal automatically drops to 42.]

[Your Dominance over Arianna increases to 89%.]

We both panted heavily. I was still inside her, feeling the last twitches of her pussy. Arianna lay limp on the floor, her hands no longer strong enough to support her, her cheek pressed against the cold marble.

But she was smiling. A satisfied smile she couldn’t hide.

I withdrew slowly. My semen flowed out of her pussy, mixing with her own fluids, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath.

“So messy,” I said, but my tone was satisfied.

Arianna just moaned softly, with no energy to respond.

I sat on the long bench, catching my breath. Arianna still lay on the floor, her body covered in sweat, semen, and her own fluids. Her dog ears were tilted, her collar still around her neck.

“Come here,” I called.

She crawled closer, despite her shaky body. I stroked her hair, praising her.

“Good dog.”

She purred softly, enjoying my caress.

We were silent for a while, savoring the stillness after the storm. But that silence didn’t last long.

Beyond the room’s door, faintly, a shadow stood.

Nerissa.

She had followed from afar. Seen Adam enter the women’s locker room. And now, from behind the door, she could hear strange sounds. Moans. Barking. Wet noises that needed no explanation.

Her face flushed. Her hands clenched.

“That crazy bastard,” she whispered.

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