[Episode 150959] [Episode 150959]Oddly enough, that just might have been the case, though she was able to mock herself on one assumption. Only a little while earlier, she'd thought that her owner would only want to have sexual encounters with her when she had the collar on. But now she realized that whether she was being 'Nabiki' or 'the pet', he wanted her. That sent a thrill through her, as she realized that he desired her for something beyond simple fantasy uses, and that he wanted to possess her.
Of course, all of these considerations were little spurts of revelation, as she was a bit to busy actively consider much else beyond trying damned hard to do as he'd told her.
So, she sat stock still, and let him touch her body in ways that other boys would only dream about. There had been plenty of boys who had desired her at school, and many of her classmates would have wanted to have the opportunity to play with a shapely girl's body freely, but Ranma was doing it. Not that she minded, both since he owned her, and he was making her feel so good.
Her eyes kept on wanting to flick back to him, to soak in the obvious pleasure that he was having in touching her, but he had told her to do otherwise, and so she watched the show that he'd picked. It wasn't something that she terribly minded, but she did want to do something, even if she knew that she couldn't.
Because of that, she found herself actually trying to distance herself from her own body. Being his possession was something that she wanted to revel in, and she would have had she been given the chance. Instead, she tried to merely note what he was doing.
Ranma didn't seem to even notice, as he was both watching the show, and playing with her body. The hand up her blouse played on with her breasts, hefting and squeezing the firm orbs. Her nipples tightened quickly as he rolled and pulled at them, and marked her breasts as belonging to him. That was how she saw it herself, as she mentally tried to rationalize it, in order to keep what frayed lines of control that she had. As he tapped points on her breasts that had them feeling heavy, full, and aching desperately for his touch, she told herself that it was fine, and that they were there for his enjoyment.
Not that it stopped her from breathing heavily and nearly bending her back so that she could place a breast into his palm. It was something that she wanted to do, but she couldn't, so she kept her peace as best that she could.
Then again, that didn't help her much as his other hand gripped her mound, with its fingers wrapped over her petals with a possessive edge. Just the touches that came over with them were enough to make her mind go silly, and she had to fight the urge to lurch towards him. He rubbed along those soft lips, and played her like a concert pianist. Her whole body was strumming from the excitement that he was driving through her by flicking and stroking her folds, and she had to grip the remote hard just to keep herself from losing control.
And that was when he slid his middle finger into her tight and slick channel. Her breath stopped when he did that, and he started to wriggle it about inside of her. Stars shot up behind her eyes, and she could barely even tell that there were two guys fighting on the screen.
'It's... okay,' she told herself. 'My... It belongs to him. It's his toy, to play with when, and how he likes. The only purpose that it has is to pleasure and please him.'
Thinking of her body parts as merely pieces that he could take away from her to play with did help some, even if she knew that it was a total fabrication. She was his pet, and her body and mind came as a package for him to enjoy. But this gave her a modicum of control, just enough so that she could be putting on the look of watching a show, even if her reality were the two hands that were doing such wonderful things to her.
Even that was hard pressed when he leaned over and began to kiss and nibble upon her. The sounds that he made as his mouth touched her from her shoulders up were those of a very pleased man. That made her glad, as she didn't want even a bit of an idea that she was failing him to come into play. Just what he could do to her ear, what with his licking and kissing, sent shivers down her back.
However, she was jolted again, as he leaned his head over to her ear. "Ya know somethin' cool 'bout ownin' ya? I can undress ya any time that I want."
She would have agreed with him, but he was already moving. The hand that had been playing under her shirt tickled her belly before taking the bottom of her blouse, and lifting it up to rest on the tops of her breasts, almost like placing it on a shelf. That exposed her chest totally, since he'd already pulled the full mounds from their bra cups, and left them looking rather lovely as they hung freely in the air. When he pressed his cheek against one breast, squashing it against his face, it was oddly touching, as well as erotic.
But that was not all, as he slipped his hand up just long enough to slide her shorts and damp panties down her shapely hips, and onto her legs. It would have been an odd sight for anyone looking, as they would have seen her seemingly totally oblivious to what he was doing as he stripped and fondled her. Yet, that would be far from the truth, as it was all that she could think about. His fingers had easier access to her, and he used it to great effect. No longer was he constrained by her clothing, and he began to stroke against her skin in other spots, even as he continued to play with her breasts and womanhood, almost as if they were the most erotic toys ever. By his smile, one could see that he was close to thinking of them as such, but his concern, and feelings for her kept him from doing so.
"Ya know? Ya should enjoy this," he whispered to her, almost in the sort of way that someone would remind someone else of something, without wanting to disrupt the show.
Hearing that was all that she needed, as her eyes glazed over, and her nipples went totally to stiff points. She still sat, her eyes pointed towards the television screen, even if she couldn't focus on it. One by one, her body unconsciously trembled as he slid fingers into her, and when he began to really pump them into her, she had the sound of her own stifled whimpers echoing in her head. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, and he took full advantage of that, as he cupped and pulled at each mound with the motions.
When release finally came for her, her tightness strengthened on those fingers deep within her. Her body wanted nothing more than to have him stay where he was, and she wasn't able to fight it. This was too wonderful to pass up, and his orders kept her from doing anything else. By the time that the wave of pleasure finally stopped crashing over her senses, she was panting for air, and caring about nothing but what her Master had given her.
Seeing her reaction to it seemed to please him, and he tweaked her breasts and clit, almost as a parting shot. Then, he redressed her, slipping her breasts back into their cups, dropping her shirt down, and pulling her shorts and panties back up snug against her crotch. And as for his hand, there was a previously used, and still effective way to deal with her juices. With that done, she was looking rather normal, though a bit flushed, even though she was feeling very much as the 'happily taken woman'.
"Feel good?" he asked simply.
Nabiki had to swallow several times before she could respond. "Yes."
"That's great ta hear."
"I'm glad that you're happy, Ma... Ranma."
"Trust me, I am," he responded, and ran a hand down her bare thigh so possessively that she could almost see a bill of ownership of her leg floating in her mind's eye. "I think that times like this can be good too."
"Just using your hands?"
"That too. I meant, without the collar."
"Oh?"
"It's good ta have the girl, as much as the pet."
"Ranma...."
"That's enough for now, but be sure that we can, and will be doing a lot later," he told her, patting her backside.
Smiling back at him, she let herself rest against his side for a moment, pressing the side of her breast against his body, with her head on his shoulder. It was a terribly romantic gesture, but she didn't care. She cared deeply for this young man, and being owned by him was turning out to be better than she could hope. The simple gesture was quickly finished, as she sat back up straight, looking as if nothing had happened, but it had great meaning.
But even as they were done, she stayed. As soon as he was done with playing with her, she could have left. Yet, she had no desire to do so. Instead, she wanted to sit and watch 'Dragonball Z' with him, not because she had to, but because this show meant something to him, and she wanted to share it with him.
His hand went back onto her thigh, close to her crotch, in understanding, appreciation, and possession, all of which pleased her, while:
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