Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

He reached out, his long, powerful fingers clamping firmly around my jaw to force my face upward, ensuring that I couldn't look away from the intense, suffocating dark of his eyes. "Rule number one: total and absolute obedience in my world," Cassian whispered, his grip unyielding against my skin. "In this house, your fame is nothing but garbage. You are not a superstar here. You are my dog. You do not sit down, you do not eat, and you do not move from your spot without my explicit permission. Furthermore, you will never leave the boundaries of this estate. If I point east and tell you to run, your only question should be how many steps to take. Can you handle that kind of control, Danny?"

Harder. She leaned forward, breasts in his face. “Suck.” He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing. She moaned, pace quickening. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… yours.” “Louder.” “I’m yours! Your pet! Your slut!” She slammed down harder, taking him deep. “Come inside me,” she commanded. “Fill the woman who trained your grandfather. Continue the line.” The words—taboo, filthy—shattered him.

Even to him. I ended the call before he could respond. For a long moment, I just stood there in the hallway, staring at my phone. My hands were shaking. Not from fear, but from the effort it took to contain the violence that wanted to pour out of me. Silas was right about one thing, I was dangerous. A Kage—a demon wolf hybrid that shouldn't exist. The worst of both species combined into one unstable, violent creature. I'd killed before. More times than I could count. Would kill a thousand times more without hesitation if it meant protecting what was mine.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

Dom explained. Suddenly, there was a scratch at the door and Cassandra opened it. Tobias walked in like he owned the place and sat by Grace. “Hi Tobias, how are you?” Grace said petting his head, Tobias panted in appreciation. “Is that what I think it is?” Cassandra said. “Yes, he is a Tibetan Mastiff, he is simply divine isn’t he?” Grace said. “Honey, he is not just any Tibetan Mastiff, he is a red one! They are extremely rare and expensive!” Dom explained.

The dog stared at her retreating back fixedly, its eyes unwavering, tail held up high as a low growl resounded from its chest. Twenty minutes later, Annabelle left the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy white towel while her head was wrapped like a turban. Small beads of water clung precariously on her skin, sliding from her exposed shoulders down the curves of her skin as she moved. The dog’s head perked up, its triangular ears erect, looking alert as its eyes strayed over the towel that covered her body. “For a dog, you look quite lecherous,” Annabelle commented with an embarrassed chuckle, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the husky who was staring at her, its pink tongue poking out.

"In this era, even dogs could vote at the table. Is it illegal to show affection in public? Zander, if you're not happy about it, you can bring a female dog here to put on a show, and I'm sure no one will stop you." The people around us gasped. The tension in the air was even thicker than before. At least I wouldn't attack verbally, but Tabitha didn't care that much. Anyway, she was just a woman. At worst, she could bare her teeth and curse at Zander without fear. But could Zander really lower himself to that level? Zander was initially taken aback. From what I knew about Tabitha, she was not the type to be pushy or aggressive.

His voice held supremacy and dominance. Tabrez took a long breath to take control over his nerves while Jamshed was observing him keenly. He had something in his mind which was troubling him a lot for the past few days and the only person behind it was the person who was sitting in front of him. "There is no difference between uninvited guests and dogs." Tabrez scoffed with a smirk which made Anshul clench his fists in anger but Tapish chuckled at him sarcastically crashing the cigarette in ashtray "A dog is much better than a jackal who attacks from behind and hence I would suggest you to get your eyes checked because they are not able to differentiate between a lion and a dog as dogs bark

“You’re making such a mess, Lila.” An unexpected bolt of desire shot through me and I let out a whimper. Both of us looked at each other for a long time and then she smirked, putting the camera down. "Your pussy isn’t shiny enough yet.” “Oh...." I flushed and then gulped. "Do you need me to rub ...oil on it?" "That could give you a yeast infection." she replied. "I'll help you, don't worry." Huh? Eyes wide, I tried to scooott away but she held me firm, smiling sweetly. “It’s just for the pictures, baby. It doesn’t mean anything. I’m only helping you look like the perfect fucktoy for Damien. He’ll love seeing you like this.”

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.