Make Me Bark Novels & Stories

I am sorry, but I shall now stand my ground firm. So with that, we sit in silence as we get back to the ranch; she storms inside for god knows what, while I go call for Beckham that is playing far out by the barn. But as I approach the barn, I can hear him barking at something; it is probably some bird that has gotten in there again.

The sand in this place annoys the hell out of me. I slowly run my fingers along the fur of his back, making his tail wag excitedly. I was about to climb on his back when he barked playfully, making me flinch. Placing my hands on my hips, I roll my eyes. Again, I hold tightly onto his back and climb on. This whole scenario screams weird, but I guess this is how life is outside the walls for people like me.

"She doesn’t know that. Hmm, that makes this is a little awkward." I tilt my head, to show I am listening to her, and wait for her to continue. “Okay, bark once for boy and twice for girl.” “Arf.” I bark and then lay down waiting. “Boy?” “Arf!” “Okay, that’s good to know. Now for a name, hmm." She paces while she thinks, and I continue to lay there, waiting and watching her. Suddenly she stops and smiles, before looking over to me seeming excited.

It starts running around her, making strange, squeaky barks. “Tell Katya about the dog. She’ll be really excited. Have someone go buy dog food,” I say, turning to head back to my office. "The things I do for my wife". I think shaking my head with a smile.

He barks, and my body freezes in a flash. Death is finally in front of me.

Dean assures me, keeping me in suspense. Boo's barks echo exactly as you'd expect from an impossibly large canine. Our bedroom balcony overlooks the side yard where Boo spends his time, and his powerful barking reverberates through the glass doors, sending vibrations coursing through them. Trying to sleep in is no easy feat with such a raucous disturbance—a bellowing bark followed by an intense rattling that lingers a full second after the soundwaves have passed.

I thought it would be the perfect time to take Layla, my golden retriever, for a walk around the neighborhood. As Layla bounded around the yard, her tail wagging furiously, I followed close behind. It felt good to stretch my legs and just enjoy the tranquility of the night. But suddenly, Layla's playful demeanor changed, and she began growling and barking at something in the bushes.

The wolf was barking to show her support, and for a weird reason, it motivated me. I pulled with all my strength, and the force made me fall down. But I was smiling; in my palms was the key. I went over her and opened the cage. The wolf jumped on me as she got outside, licking all over me. "Calm down, Wolfy," I said as I scratched her ears. "Do you know how to get out of here?" I don’t know what prompted me to ask her, but I did. She lowered herself to her knees and barked, "What? Do you want me to get on you?" She barked again, and I took it as a yes and climbed on.

Crazy yet so good that I could not help but want more. “I am sorry…” I said firmly now and I guessed that worked because he spanked both my ass cheeks gently, grabbed me out of the doggy state he had placed me in then spun me around to face him before loosening his grip on me. My knees buckled the instant he let go and I staggered backward. “Are we done done….” “Move your hand to your pussy, dab on the juice, then apologize heartily and feed me with it. That would suffice.”

“Make me.” Bullets sang.