Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

he said, moaning loudly as my fingers continued to roll his nipples. “Stop.” Almost immediately, he stifled down the upcoming moan. There was something about that sent a thrill up my spine. The way his obedient breath hitched as he fought it, the way it made me like I had superpowers and I could compel him. I loved it. My gaze fell to my neck and something felt missing. Oh the collar. I picked the collar, and buckled it around his neck. “Tonight, you’re going to be my dog.”

Pissed, I walked over to my bedroom, grabbed a whip, and returned to the office. I cracked the whip and it landed on her back. “Arrgh!” She jerked awake with a pain-filled cry. She then rolled her back on the ground, thrashing and whimpering. She didn't dare to bark as it would be seen as a confrontation. “On your knees,” I ordered. “Woof, woof.” She barked in a small voice, quickly getting on all fours.

Ken advised, I heard fading footsteps after that statement and released a shaky sigh. I heard a bark. It was loud and very close to my face. My eyes were shut and too heavy to lift open. The barking happened two more times when I hadn’t reacted and it startled me a bit. I tried opening my eyes but I was struggling. It felt like they were glued together.

He said before my little poodle barked. "Kiko, did you miss Mom?" I asked him and he barked. "Kiko really missed you." He said.

She opened her mouth and I expected her to speak but I was stunned by the sound she made. She barked. I flinched and stepped backwards, too surprised to speak. What the hell? How could she bark like that? My heart raced as she raised her limbs and continued barking. What is she? I watched in awe. Is she a human or a dog? Could she have been born to a dog? Is that even possible? My mind was filled with thoughts of all kinds as I watched her, and just when I thought I had gotten enough surprises for one day, my wolf jumped and screamed,

The black cat meowed softly and began to purr. The old woman looked at the cat, put down her cup of tea, and smiled, wiping a single tear that had formed at the corner of her wrinkled eye and began stroking it as her chair rocked back and forth. And as she did, she closed her eyes and hummed a lullaby for the cat. It was the exact same lullaby that Olivia Summer had once sung for baby Suzanne Summers.

“I have to go and prepare for this, I can't wait” I grin, “Sure thing” “Make sure you show him your bite is more than your bark”

The carpet brushes against my palms as I start forward, moving carefully so I don’t crash into furniture. “Bark,” Lena reminds me from somewhere nearby. I grit my teeth and let out a short bark. “Louder, puppy.” My face burns, but I obey. “Woof.” “That’s better. Keep crawling.” I move across the floor, trying to focus on the stupid goal instead of the humiliation. One bark. Another. The room feels endless when I can’t see where I’m going, and every second stretches longer than the last. “You’re doing so well,” Lena says, amusement lacing her voice. “A fast learner. I almost feel regretful that I’m the only one here who can see you doing these tricks.”