Hurt Me (Your Pet For The Night) Read Online Free

and earned her an appointment with the principal.
    Having lived in Australia, Canada, China, Hong Kong, Japan, and the United Kingdom, smut (and traveling) have always been Audrey’s one consistent. Blessed with a hyperactive sex drive, it’s the one thing she just can’t stop doing. Audrey is currently based in Melbourne, Australia, but she won’t stay there for long!
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Bonus Material 1
    Check out this excerpt of Audrey Grace’s pain and power themed tale, also part of the Your Pet For The Night series of BDSM shorts:
    Leash Me (Your Pet For The Night)
    By Audrey Grace
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    Claire is leashed by her Master, and dragged around downtown Melbourne. He takes her from club to bar, and her torture is unending. She's forced to watch him get a lap dance, and then she's forced to flirt with a stranger. And all along her jealousy writhes and squirms within her.
    But when she's finally alone with him, she fails to heed his orders, and so she is punished quite severely... with molten candle wax.
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    You pull me roughly by my collar into a darkened alley. It’s a tiny space between two buildings, and metal piping surrounds us. You push me hard against the brick wall, and the force of it, it shocks me. And then you move in for a kiss, a kiss like no other could be.
    You break the kiss and urgently whisper into my ear. “You’re mine,” you say, “you’re mine,” you say, “don’t you ever forget that!”
    I nod and purr in your ear and your hand dives into your pocket. You retrieve the leash and fasten it once again to my collar.
    “We’re going back to the hotel,” you say with boiling passion. “I’m sorry but we won’t be able to go to the cocktail bar.”
    You tug on my leash and walk quickly away and I am left to follow. Except this time I know where we are going, but still…I must follow.
    And still, I want to follow.
    We walk up to the fancy five star hotel, and burst into the lobby. People are too busy chatting amongst themselves to notice us walk in, even though I am leashed to you.
    Even though I am wearing this collar.
    We cram ourselves into a lift, our backs against the metal box that swifts us upward and upward. I look at you but you do not look at me. Your breathing is rapid and heavy, and I can see that your trousers are tented.
    You are so excited already, and it makes me excited. I bite my lip in anticipation, wondering what is to come.
    We get into our hotel room and you slam the door behind you, and you walk me to the bed, and you tell me, “take off your clothes, but leave the collar,” and you turn your back to me and and go and do something else.
    I undress myself slowly and efficiently, and fold my clothes and place them at the foot of the bed. I stand there naked in front of you with nothing but my collar around my neck. It takes a while for you to notice that I’m already naked, and when you do a smile flickers briefly across your features. It’s wicked, devilish, even a little scary.
    You walk to me and reach past me and gently peel back the covers, and then you take all of the pillows and throw them on the sofa. You say, “lie down,” and so I do, my back flat against the sheet.
    “What are you going to do?” I ask, and you turn to look at me.
    “Be quiet,” you say, “and don’t move,” you add, and you walk away from me, and I lie there, exposed and naked, for what feels like forever.
    But then you return to my great relief, holding something for me, and it takes a moment for my mind to realize what it is.
    In your hand are a bunch of small tea light votive candles, and you place them across my whole body, and look at me and smile.
    “You must stay very still,” you tell me quietly. “I’m about to place a bowl of wine on your lovely belly. If you spill any of the wine, you will be punished, and don’t think for a moment that it won’t be