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Tammy wasn’t above the idea of wearing a blindfold to conceal a surprise. She didn’t know just how much she’d appreciate it until the aggressive tingle in the tips of her toes reached all the way up the backs of her calves, but by the time it settled in the base of her spine, she couldn’t conceal the sway of her tail.

“Do I hear music?” she asked, having picked up on the thump of the bass long before the higher notes of a rhythm reached her ears. “What kind of surprise is this, anyway?”

The Doberman trusted her friends; she didn’t think to question who decided to whisk her away once the blindfold was on, or where she’d been taken. At worst, she figured it was some kind of cheap prank, but she didn’t expect to feel a new, stronger buzz in the pit of her stomach when a voice pierced the harmonious background.

“The kind that people pay very good money for,” Rainier whispered. “But as I’m sympathetic to your situation, I told your friends I’d be happy to give you the first one for free.”

She could hear the strength in his voice, but there was such gentle skill in the pinched tips of his fingers that she questioned what she heard, until the blindfold came away in his grasp.

Standing tall above the seated Doberman was another obvious canine: the husky, Rainier Trask, made a quieter introduction than his usual with a tight pair of jeans for his only attire, but if Tammy was familiar with his profession, she would have been surprised to see him wearing that much clothing.

To have that chance to admire the chiseled bulk of his torso without working for it, she was truly grateful...but Tammy still wasn’t convinced that the husky wasn’t part of a bigger prank; even if he wasn’t, she had a feeling she knew what was up.

She wasn’t immediately on board. “The first one’s on the house? How do you make any money that way?” she asked.

Hers was a defiant and teasing voice, refusing to buy what the husky was selling, just yet.

“Like any good addiction, you give them the first taste...after that, they’ll pay whatever price you ask.”

Tammy snickered. “Whatever it is, must be a tempting thing, but...no offense, Mister...?”

“Rainier.”

“A handsome name for a handsome man and all that,” Tammy offered a sincere compliment and a kindly smile, but a dismissing sway of the paw followed. “But whatever my friends told you -”

“That you were in need of a very particular kind of company.”

“...Because of course they would,” she sighed. “I’m sure any girl would be lucky to have a night in your bed- at least, for free- but whatever they told you, I’m not sure this is exactly how I’d want to go about...y’know...that sort of thing.”

“And that’s why I said I’d do it for free,” Rainier claimed. “I don’t want you worrying about the transactional aspect of this.”

“Even though you do this for a living?”

“I do a lot of things for a living, but I find them much more enjoyable when they’re with someone who really appreciates my company...Miss...?”

“Tammy.”

“I’ve got plenty enough money to take an hour off and enjoy myself,” the husky explained. “But your enjoyment is what we’re here to discuss.”

“And if I don’t want to have that discussion?”

Finally taking a moment to survey the small, but admittedly cozy space, Tammy noticed that there was only one chair and one bed- the sign of a cheap hotel room- but the one exit was being brought to her attention by an opened palm.

“Then I escort you back to your friends and wish you the best of luck with your future endeavors,” Rainier assured her. “Once I’ve got a rapport with someone, I’ll do just about anything they want me to do, but for a first time especially, that affirmative consent is a requirement.”

“That’s...really quite refreshing, actually,” Tammy confessed. “And before we take this any further, you are a prostitute, right?”

“Stripper, typically, but I’ve been known to dabble on the less legal side of sex work.”

I’m not really thinking about this, am I? About asking some random man to pin me down and breed this heat out of me? She thought.

“And I suppose that means you’d be willing to do anything for the right price?”

She was inching closer to asking, but Tammy didn’t think she’d be able to go through with it, when push came to shove.

If she wasn’t giving off signals- the obvious parting of her thighs and the rapid sway of a nub tail were a given- but those subtle, quieter signals, as well, Rainier would have never felt comfortable taking that next step for her.

“Tonight only, there’s no price tag,” he reminded her. “Though I’d be shocked if you were willing to share something that kinky about yourself when you’ve only just met me.”

“You...y-you really are a good guy, aren’t you?”

“I try to be,” the husky was genuine, but to have his nature called out, he still chuckled. “Won’t say I’m perfect by any stretch, but I do my best to respect my customers.”

“Even though I’m not a customer?”

“Potential customers too, Tammy.”

“What about a girl that’s still trying to learn where her lines are?”

She felt like she was blurting out the wrong answer in a classroom, but if Rainier was the teacher to her student, she’d be lucky to find that he was more the nurturing and kindly type than the one to slap her wrists with a ruler.

He was more than capable of rapping her knuckles when the time came, but the first night, he settled for offering a confident grin and a brief nod. “I’m not gonna take the gloves off just yet- not like I normally would- but if you’re looking for a taste of something spicy, we can start with a jalapeno and go from there.”

It was refreshing to know that a stripper could have a personality. He was almost cheesy, but when she was thinking about asking Rainier to rearrange her guts with those next words, that softer personality was a welcome and comforting thing.

“Tell me again how you ever got laid with pickup lines like that?” Tammy asked, snickering her way through. “Not that I’m about to say no to your... jalapeno , as you put it.”

“That was just for the sake of comparison.”

Rainier flipped a mental switch, capturing the waistline of his jeans and tugging them down in a flash, more to the effect of the stripper Tammy expected.

Seeing the end of his cock already emerged from a warm, soft sheath, even the first few inches were impressive- even intimidating- but Tammy was licking her lips in anticipation well before the full length was hers to visually savor.

“Pretty sure they don’t grow jalapenos quite this large, Tammy.”

“...N...Nu uh.”

“You sure you still want to do this?”

Thighs parted further, but her knees knocked together in her seat in turn. Skinny jeans felt that much tighter, and a dry, pleading throat remained silent as she gave a nod, licking her lips again.

“Good girl,” he offered a brief compliment, but Tammy wasn’t counting on any others. “I’ll try my best not to get carried away, but let’s start with something easy: bend over the edge of the bed.”

It was just an instruction, and coming from a man that was still fussing out of the ankles of his jeans, it almost felt comical to follow, but Tammy still needed to adjust. She was grateful that Rainier, for all of his obvious bulk, was willing to keep things so mild at the start.

“Like this, master?”

Tammy’s flourish came with a yelp thereafter: Rainier was playing the part with such excellence that Tammy never expected him to step right out of his boxers so easily.

The yelp, however, didn’t come until she felt one palm on the small of her back and the other on her exposed tummy, forcing her rump to lift and her chest to bend toward the comforter.

“Like this ,” Rainier told her, his kindly smile moving further and further toward a satisfied grin. “And I’m no master, Tammy...I’m just a friendly husky that happens to know that you like a little force.”

They kept sneaking closer to the edge of something more, but Rainier was doing his best to let Tammy talk herself out of a firmer palm and a stronger hip.

When she felt those palms grabbing at the loops of her skinny jeans and tugging just enough to expose the lace of her panties, she knew she was ready for another step forward...and she prayed she’d avoid the requisite two steps back.

“O-oh! You’re really going for it, aren’t you?” The reality sunk in a bit more as her jeans were unzipped; until she said the word, Rainier wasn’t going to give her a break. “Do you think, uhm...d-do you think you could use a little more force, then?”

That cheesy nature was rubbing off on her, just in time for Rainier to show her a hint of what he was really capable of.

“Just a little? Are you sure?”

Thumbs hooked into the waistline of her panties, tugging on the narrowed lace with a touch so delicate and caring that it might have lulled her to sleep, were her posture just slightly different.

Instead, it took everything in Rainier not to tear the silken inlays away from the lace straps and ravage the curious Doberman; pushing them down and into the cleft of her lowered jeans was a greater struggle than she could have known.

“I’m...y-yes. I’m sure,” Tammy replied, her confidence uneven and sparse. “But you don’t have to keep asking if I’m sure. I kinda...d-don’t want you to.”

Tammy wasn’t quite confident enough to express everything she wanted to Rainier, and though he could glean her intentions, he refused to give her everything she was after on the first go.

Half of that was his inane and passive business sense, but the greater half was the knowledge that his breadth of experience was far beyond her own: she might enjoy gorging herself at the candy store, but he didn’t want the young Doberman dealing with the stomachache afterwards.

“...We’re putting the blindfold back on.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself again, Tammy. We’re putting the blindfold back on.”

A voice that was stern...almost fatherly in nature forced Tammy to stiffen against the bed, but the naked weight of the husky behind her was what ultimately forced her to comply. She pushed down against her bosom and shifted her posture, keeping her naked rump lifted, but when massive, dinner plate paws came down against her shoulders and steadied her, she didn’t dare to budge.

Incredible strength was beset by delicate nature as Rainier placed the slip of the blindfold back over her eyes. Tugging tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to see, he tied the slack around the back of her skull, keeping his body leaned over the sensual curve of her arching back.

His cock, naked and throbbing, was settled against the small of her spine, tickling her with the possibility of just how deep he would have been able to reach, if he was willing to give her everything he had.

“Sorry f-for...for making you do that,” Tammy couldn’t stifle the apology, but she was met with another turn of force: her arms were bearing some of the load, but on her words, she felt paws slide from her shoulders, tickling her flesh with clawtips that were every bit as soothing as they were deadly...

...and when they clamped around her wrists and pulled back, strength won the day, forcing her face into the comforter without a single ounce of pressure on the back of her head.

“You didn’t make me do anything,” Rainier assured her. “Consent is a two-way street, even for the dominant party...and there’s nothing you can make me do if I don’t want to.”

Feeling the trickling warmth of her natural arousal upon the bulk of his thigh, Rainier knew that he’d made the right decision to break Tammy in slowly.

Feeling that liquid desire, however, would make it that much harder to keep things slow and steady.

“If you want me to grab a condom, you’d better speak up now.”

Tammy shook her head the best that she could, as she turned her eyes back toward the looming husky. Bent over the bed, her legs were stiffened and trapped behind his own, and with her arms pulled back, she was helpless in a new and thrilling way; the greatest aspect of that thrill was being bent and controlled by a man who only sought to show her what heights of pleasure were possible with a dominant hand and a trusting relationship.

“ Please don’t,” she begged, a subtle, decidedly canine whimper in her throat. “I want to know what it’s like to be bred...I want to know how it feels to be a cocksleeve for a big, dominant mutt like you!”

She didn’t know why she expected him to snicker at that, but when he did, the sound wasn’t quite what she imagined.

“Overselling it a bit, but you’re inexperienced. I can forgive that,” Rainier offered. “What I can’t forgive is that look in your eyes: telling me that you’re ready for me to beat your ass black and blue while I bury my cock so deep in your guts that it fills your stomach, when we both know you’re not there yet...”

Adjusting his hips and guiding the tip of his member down, letting a trail of precum spill upon Tammy’s back to show where he’d dragged the tapered head of his length, Rainier was delighted to finally know the warmth of such desperate petals.

He didn’t want to rush through to the end, feeling that a thoughtless approach- the typical idea of pinning someone down and ruining them with brute strength- would be a disservice to Tammy’s first experience with dominance.

If she enjoyed that, he wouldn’t fault her for it...but he wanted to show her, right from the beginning, that there was more to be had from that world than mindless speed and overwhelming strength.

“I can’t help it, Rainier...”

“This early on? Of course, you can’t,” the husky noted. This time, his chuckle was softer, but it only lasted as long as the head of his member was kissing against her canine womanhood. “I’ll let it slide, this time...but don’t expect me to be so lenient in the future.”

“This time? Planning on h-having me back?” Tammy started out with proper confidence, but as she felt the thicker inches of that canine flesh spreading her petals and stretching her womanhood near the base, any semblance of trust in herself was dashed; she was helpless in his capable arms, and some part of her loved it more than she ever imagined she would. “Oh..._ooohfuck..._w-where the hell do you...k-keep all that?”

“Trade secret,” Rainier had room for one more joke in the heat of the moment. “Samples are free, but I’m afraid I can’t share that one with you.”

“Even if I...b-beg for it?”

Finally, the grin on the husky’s muzzle turned, taking the aggression of a smirk. “You’d better start begging for mercy, if you’re gonna beg me for anything , Tammy.”

She didn’t think it wise to push the envelope- she was only just beginning to trust Rainier- but some part of her was already accepting that if she was wrong about him, it wouldn’t matter how she tried to sweeten the deal.

Rainier would have his way with her, no matter what she did...and though she loved feeling the weight of his sack as it slapped against her thighs with the full depth of his thrust, she found herself silently grateful that her friends had done their research about the quality of man that Rainier was.

“If I beg, w-will you...will you let me go?”

“That all depends.”

She knew he didn’t mean it. She was certain that he’d let her leave if she was in clear discomfort, but the opposite was true: inner muscles were already milking and clenching at his cock with orgasmic desperation.

“If I let you go...will you come back to me for another lesson?”

His paws were thick enough that holding her wrists together at the base of her tail was an easy feat, and much to Tammy’s delight, it left his other paw free to crawl up the middle of her spine once more.

The pressure of that grip against the small of her neck, holding her body steady as her every muscle tensed and quivered with the onset of her climax...

...it broke her in the most beautiful way: with all the chaos and impact of shattered glass, she was undone by that touch, well before the girth of his knot pressed against her glistening folds.

“I’ll do whatever you want...”

There was a lack of depth in her voice, just then.

Rainier noticed it right away, but the passion was bursting at the seams when he met with her gaze- it was modesty that kept her quiet- she was fearful of letting the entire hotel know how she really felt about the relentless pressure of a massive, canine knot against her womanhood.

“Then moan like you mean it,” Rainier gave a final order, as that full, thick lump eased past her tight, gripping petals, sinking into her vaginal passage with a deliciously heavy presence. “And meet me back here next week...same time, same room.”

She’d collect all of that information some other time.

“Oh...f-fuck...oohfuck, oooooohfuck, Rainier! Yes!” _ she cried out, her voice offering his praises even before she’d processed what she was told to do. “I’ll do a-anything for you, master...once I c-can...f-feel my fucking legs again..._ooohshit...”

Those legs were jelly, shaking and quivering with every internal throb she felt. Just trying to keep such an impressive load of cum inside of her seemed an impossible task, and even the slightest shift of his knot would let warm, slick trails of cream spill over her fur, but she was looking forward to wearing that mess.

She was only upset that she wouldn’t be able to see those slick, white stripes against the crotch of her own panties, if she ever managed to get them back on.

“You’ll get used to that,” Rainier assured her, never losing his breath and never breaking his vocal stride...but within, Tammy could feel just what she’d done to him, delighted with every pulse of his shaft. “Eventually. Maybe.”

Still breathing into the comforter and trying to collect her thoughts, Tammy was too busy processing what had just unfolded to worry about a proper reply.

Is it so bad that I hope I never do? She wondered.