good girl - uncle!jack x niece!reader
word count: 7.7k warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con (bc of somnophilia), fauxcest, enemies to lovers (you don't like your uncle jack…), he calls you “dear”, perv!jack, age gap (you're in college), there's only one bed! (bc your uncle wants you to sleep with him, oop-), stalking, surveillance, non-consensual drug use (he sedates you), implied loss of virginity, captor/captive dynamic (he holds you captive in his house!), stockholm syndrome, murder (wow am I nuts or is he?), sadism, unprotected sex, breeding kink, edging, forced orgasms, pet play (you're wearing a shock collar…), praise kink (lots of “good girl”), squirting (on puppy pads), anal play (he makes you wear a tail), sex toys, choking, humiliation/degradation kink, size difference, possessive behavior, jealousy, uncle!jack takes very good care of his pet niece! summary: due to unforeseeable circumstances, you're forced to move in with your uncle jack. you promised him that you would wait until he has a day off of work to put together your bed frame so you've been sleeping in his bed until then. but he keeps putting it off, as an excuse to keep you in his bed. so when you decide to put together your bed by yourself, he gets really angry…
a/n: since the citizens of freak nation have been asking for pet play, I decided to return to this draft I completely forgot about with my pervy icky uncle!jack ~
hope it's a sick read ♡
You wish you didn't have to move in with your uncle.
It's a bit dramatic to say you hate Jack Abbot but…you have never really liked him.
He's just a family friend, someone who happens to show up to the parties your family gets invited to. He usually never goes to these outings but whenever he does, he always singles you out.
You have no idea why. Maybe it's because when you were younger, you said that you had an interest in medicine and someone in the family introduced you to Jack, since he's a doctor.
Even though you have long since pivoted away from medicine, it seems like he is hyperfixated on you despite everything.
And now, you're stuck living with him…
It's supposed to be temporary. Just for a while, until you get back on your feet since you got kicked out of your house.
Jack had heard what had happened and reached out to you. You never expected a text from him.
You never should've agreed.
But you couldn't say no to the prospect of no rent and living closer to your college campus. Plus, Jack gave you his credit card for any purchases, like groceries or stuff for your room.
You told him that you won't buy too much since you don't plan on staying. You wanted to get an air mattress to sleep on until you found your own place but Jack insisted that you get a nice mattress and bed frame. He would help you move it when the time comes.
Though, will Jack let you move out now that he finally has you in his house?
Definitely not.
You're so silly for even thinking he would but you seem rather oblivious to how attracted he is to you. You don't react to his casual touches or his direct flirtations. You brush them off as symptoms of his carefree personality.
If anything, you dislike him.
He knows you do.
He doesn't understand why you do, but he would be a fool not to recognize how often you try to avoid him when he's home.
The only time you can't avoid him is when it's time to sleep. And that's only because he refuses to help you put together your bed frame until he has a day off but he has been “too tired” on his days off to want to do it and he won't let you do it on your own. He got a rather difficult to assemble bed frame that requires two people to put together.
Jack did this on purpose, so you would have to sleep in his bed with him for as long as he can stall out the assembly because he won't let you “dirty the nice mattress by putting it on the basement floor”. He has a shitty couch, more like a tiny loveseat, that can't possibly be comfortable to sleep in. You have tried, several times, to see if you could but you always resorted to sleeping in Jack's very plush, king-sized bed.
It's like he purposefully made his bed extra comfy so you can't help but sleep so well there.
Even though sometimes you wake up with him tucked in behind you after his night shift, his arms wrapped around you. You've talked to him about this but he claims he isn't doing it on purpose. According to him, he is fidgety in his sleep because of his PTSD.
That's why you can't fight him on it.
Jack knows that, deep down, you're a sweet girl with a big heart. You never make him feel bad for having a physical disability. You are open to helping him with his prosthetic if he ever needs it. But he doesn't like to ask because he wants you to rely on him, not the other way around.
Like the way your body is slowly craving his touch.
You aren't conscious of it because Jack only touches you after he's certain you've drunk some water from the cute water bottle you always drink out of right before bed. He adds a pinch of something that renders you immobile until you wake up.
Only a pinch because he wants you to still be able to feel the orgasms he gives you. He just doesn't want you to wake up and ruin his fun.
You've been having the weirdest dreams. It doesn't help that you wake up wet between your legs and occasionally with Jack's hard cock pressed up against your ass. He's fast asleep so you know it's not on purpose but it makes you so uncomfortable because of how big he is.
Though, it makes you more uncomfortable that your mind wanders to how it would feel inside of you.
Thoughts you shouldn't have but your body aches for it.
Like your body has felt it before…
But that can't be possible.
You've never even had sex before.
Not that you know of.
Jack has had sex with you plenty of times by now. He's cum inside of you too. He always fingers you until it all spills out so you don't notice it too much when you wake up. He administered the birth control shot in your sleep a while ago to prevent a random pregnancy.
If he wants you pregnant, Jack will get you pregnant. But for right now, he needs you to want him first.
Something that's proving to become more and more impossible everyday.
Your body wants him. He has trained it to desire him. But you don't want him.
He overheard you saying as much over the phone to some guy you've been “seeing”. You don't know that Jack has your phone wire tapped so he hears every phone call you make. He specifically pays attention to the ones you take when you go out on a walk in the neighborhood to avoid him hearing you complain about him.
“It's not like he does anything weird but my uncle just gives me the creeps sometimes.” You sigh as you round the block for the fifth time during this conversation. “I don't know if I'm making it up in my head but I swear, it feels like he's…watching me.”
The guy you're talking to provides you with no comfort because he's not looking to hear you complain. Jack knows exactly what this guy is looking for when he comes to you.
He stalked him for enough days to piece together that all that guy wants to do is get in your pants.
And that's a place reserved for your uncle.
So, against his best wishes, Jack simply has to take care of the issue.
A few days later, there's a knock on the front door.
Jack is cleaning his shoes, a routine he does whenever he wakes up a bit early before his night shift, so you go to answer the door.
You look through the peephole and furrow your brows, confused.
“Who is it, dear?” Jack asks and you try not to physically cringe at him calling you “dear”.
He refers to you as “his dearest niece”, something that still gives you the creeps but you elect to just ignore it and blame it on the fact that he's an old man.
“The police.” You open the door for them.
The two officers ask if you live at the house and you nod. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Apologies, ma'am, but we just need to ask you a few questions—oh Jack!” The officer recognizes your uncle and you nearly flinch when you feel Jack's arm wrap around your shoulder. “Is this that niece you're always talking so fondly of? I knew this house seemed familiar.”
“You've only ever come over here drunk so I figured you must've had trouble recognizing it.” Jack says so casually, throwing in a light laugh before asking, “anyways, what seems to be the issue with my niece? Did she get into some trouble?”
He squeezes your shoulder playfully but you don't like the way his fingers dig so hard into your flesh…
“We just wanted to ask her some questions.” They show you a photo of the guy you were talking to, who ghosted you a few days ago. “Do you recognize him?”
You explain everything to them, since they ask about your last conversation with that guy. You tell them that the two of you barely know each other and that he's someone who asked for your number in class. That is a trend that the police officers are noticing because they reveal to you that you aren't the only one he was talking to. That much you figured but it stings a little hearing it put so bluntly…
“Is everything okay with him?” Not like you care but the police have to be here for a reason.
Jack doesn't like that you ask that. He thinks you're asking because you care. He tightens his grip on your shoulder unconsciously.
The tension remains when the officers tell the two of you, “we found his body this morning. Been dead a few days.”
“Oh fuck.” You can't believe it. Maybe he didn't ghost you after all… “How did he die?”
The officers look at each other. They probably shouldn't disclose it.
But then Jack pushes for the answer, since he's curious how much the cops know. He was going to snoop around during his next SWAT shift but this is a little easier.
Officers love to gossip with people they think they can trust.
“Must've been bad if you're questioning my niece.” Jack fishes for it without asking directly.
“It was pretty brutal.” The officer Jack is friendly with admits. “Guy got all of the blood drained out of him. He had to have been alive when it was happening, according to the medical examiner.”
Jack can feel you tense up at that so he waves the officers away, “you're scaring her. If you don't have any other questions, I think you should give her some space to mourn her classmate.”
The officers apologize and then head out, telling Jack that they'll see him next time he's on shift.
He shuts the door and turns to you, seeing the way you've gone completely still.
“Are you alright?” Jack cups your face with his hands, bringing you up to look at him. “You're trembling.”
“I-I…I've never had someone I know die before.” Especially not someone your age. “And he was murdered…”
Jack should've killed him sooner. You're allowing him to touch you so easily right now. Could he have had you all this time if he had just scared you a little?
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close to him, hugging you as he gently rubs your back. He comforts you and you accept it because you are genuinely freaked out.
“It's hard so take your time to grieve.” Not too long but he'll let you grieve since you've never had to before. Plus, it is his fault you feel this way right now, since he killed the guy. “I'm here for you if you want to talk about it. I've had plenty of people I know die.”
“I don't know how you do it.” You seriously don't.
Your uncle sees people dying almost everyday. It's one of the reasons you decided against medical school. You aren't mentally strong enough for that.
“Lots of therapy.” He pats your head gently, speaking softly and kindly. He might not get another chance to draw you into him so he needs to make it count, “do you want to see a therapist? I can pay for it.”
You shake your head. “I'll be okay, Uncle Jack. Thank you though, I really appreciate it.”
You hug him back, grateful to have the support. He holds you close, wishing this moment could last forever.
Since then, you aren't as annoyed when you feel him spoon you in his sleep. You find his touch oddly comforting now, even though you shouldn't entertain the idea of it.
You can't live here forever and you definitely can't keep sleeping in the same bed as your uncle.
Your dreams keep getting filthier and filthier…
You imagine Jack on top of you, pounding into you furiously, shoving you deeper into the mattress, grunting, groaning, cumming hard while he says your name on repeat, filling you with hot ropes of cum deep inside that feel real.
You wake up with your fingers in your pussy, wet with your slick, and Jack's arms securely around your waist. He has no clue you had such a raunchy dream about him just now.
And you have no clue that it wasn't a dream at all.
Jack did pump his entire load inside of you, having been pent up all day long at work from thinking about his niece's tight pussy wrapped about his cock. You've been swallowing him up so easily lately. You might not need the prep anymore.
But he still makes sure you cum a few times in your sleep before he starts fucking you. He may be fucked up, but he isn't that greedy. He likes seeing you cum, your body convulsing uncontrollably when your orgasm hits in your sleep.
If only Jack could see the same sight while you're awake.
He hasn't crossed that line yet.
He hadn't planned to.
Until he comes home from work today and you aren't sleeping in his bed like you usually do.
You're always asleep at this time. You're supposed to be. He is certain he drugged your water before he left.
But you didn't drink from your water bottle today. You actually put it in the dishwasher because you figured it needed a clean since the water had been tasting a little funky lately so you washed it and drank from a glass instead as you spent hours putting together your bed frame in your bedroom, which is in the basement.
You had found a video online on how to assemble the exact bed frame Jack got you but with only one person. It took an extra hour to accomplish but you no longer have to sleep in Jack's bed anymore.
Meaning you will, hopefully, stop having wet dreams about him…
You fall right asleep once you've put the mattress on the bed securely and washed up for the night. You can finally sleep with a locked door between you and Jack, which is how it was always meant to be.
But Jack can't stand it when he tries your doorknob and it's locked.
Because now, if he unlocks it to fuck you in your sleep, you will know. You put a piece of tape on the door, so if it breaks, you can prove that Jack broke into your room.
It's something you had to do because your parents would come into your room at night to snoop around your stuff. It's why you got kicked out because you confronted them about it with evidence and they didn't like how “ungrateful” you were. But you didn't like how fucking weird they were being, sneaking into your room.
Something you figured would eventually happen with Jack…
And Jack debates throwing caution to the wind because he wants to fuck you so badly.
He had grown used to using your perfect pussy as stress relief after a long night shift. He feels like he's being denied a basic need of his.
But he is too smart to give in.
He needs to plan something to show you that you belong to him.
And it starts by trapping you in your room.
You wake up starving so you go to unlock your bedroom door to grab some food but it won't open.
You pound on the door, shouting, “Uncle Jack! Are you there? My door is stuck!”
You try pushing it a few times but it won't budge.
It's like it's still locked.
Because it is, from the other side, with a biometric lock…
Your eyes glance over to the tape.
It's ripped.
That means Jack was in your room.
You dart around the room with your eyes, noticing now that the room has no windows.
Isn't that a code violation?
But it's in the basement so…
You hadn't thought about the room much and you were so tired after putting your bed together that you just went right to sleep.
You're thankful that you have a working bathroom but that's all you have.
There's nothing but clothes in your room. You don't have your phone. You don't have your laptop or your school supplies.
What the fuck is going on…
Are you—
You start frantically pounding on the door, screaming, “Uncle Jack, let me out!”
No response.
You are fucking trapped in here.
Jack likes seeing the way you panic. He installed a few cameras to watch you like you're a pet he needs to monitor while he's away.
You should've known better than to disobey him. He told you to wait until he could help you put the bed frame together.
Just because he was purposefully putting it off doesn't mean you should've went out of your way to do it yourself!
Truly, this is all your fault.
All you had to be was his good girl.
But you just had to be difficult.
So now, of course he has to punish you!
All of a sudden, you hear your uncle's voice coming out of a speaker in your walls, “you don't get to leave until you apologize for not listening to me.”
“Excuse me?” You can't believe this! “What the fuck is your problem, you fucking freak!”
Jack sighs, tired of your attitude.
Then, all of a sudden, you feel an electric shock around your neck and you yelp!
“What the fuck—” You finally perceive the thin collar around your neck, tugging at it. It won't budge. “Did you put a shock collar on me, asshole?!”
He shocks you again and you wince. It doesn't really hurt but it stings, like someone's slapping one of those weird plastic wristbands around your neck over and over again.
“Stop!” You plead because you don't like the feeling.
“Apologize to me.” Jack is stern with his tone.
“I'm sorry.” You tell him.
“For what?” He wants a full apology.
“I'm sorry I didn't listen to you and put together my bed without you, Uncle Jack.” You brace yourself to get shocked in case your apology isn't good enough but thankfully he doesn't.
“Get on your knees.” He instructs.
“W-What?” You are definitely not doing that.
“Get on your knees at the door and wait for me or else.” He makes his threat very apparent.
Jack watches how reluctant you are. You obviously don't want to do it, which only makes it all the more delightful when you finally submit.
You kneel at the door, waiting for him, your lips all pouty. He wants to shove his cock into that pretty mouth of yours right now.
But he'll have to hold back.
Though, it's difficult to when he opens the door and you're staring up at him with so much fury in your eyes.
“Did you seriously fucking lock me—” You're interrupted in the middle of cussing Jack out by him slamming the door shut behind him, locking it. “What the fuck is your—!”
He hits the button on the remote and you are immediately shocked much harsher than earlier!
“Stop, stop, it hurts!” You cry out and Jack hits the button again, stopping it.
“Are you going to be a good girl or not?” He asks you, standing over you.
“Please take the collar off.” You can't wear this any longer.
It feels like it's burning a hole in your neck…
“I asked you a question.” He hovers his finger over the button and basks in the fear that strikes in you.
“I-I will be.” You swallow your pride. “Just please take it off.”
“I will.” Jack says, his eyes locked on yours. “In a week.”
“What?!” You can't wear this thing for a week!
“If you can be a good girl for a week, then I'll take it off. But the moment you do anything bad, we add another week. Understood?”
You want to scream at him. You want to beat the shit out of him.
But the collar is metal. No unlocking mechanism. Specially made.
Jack is the only one who knows how to unlock it. And it can shock you much worse than the low levels he has been hitting you with.
You can see it in his eyes. He wants you to disobey him. He wants you to give him an excuse to keep that collar on you longer.
You can't let him win.
But you need a guarantee. “Do you promise if I'm a good girl to take off the collar?”
“Yes, dear.” And as a sign of good faith, he kneels down in front of you and pops the collar off, to prove that he can. “You can go without it while we're in your room. But you're putting it back on if you want to leave. The door won't open otherwise.”
Jack invites you to try to unlock the door. It won't budge. Then, he walks over and snaps the collar back on you and suddenly, the door can be opened.
“In case you get any ideas.” He whispers low in your ear, causing shivers to go straight down your spine when he reveals, “it'll shock you hard enough to kill you if you try anything, like run away or tell anyone about it. I wouldn't risk it.”
“I won't.” You know he's being serious.
Only a crazy man would lock his pseudo-niece in a basement and put a shock collar around her neck.
And you won't provoke a crazy man.
You just need to survive whatever he has in store for you for the week.
Then, you'll be free.
But the perversion starts sooner than you thought it would.
It starts at breakfast.
Jack makes you sit on his lap while you eat. You have to pretend you don't feel how hard he is beneath you as you scarf down your food because you're so hungry. You have to ignore how his hands are resting on your thighs, sliding up and down, making you feel so small given the sheer size of his hands.
“My niece eats so well.” Jack says against the shell of your ear before nipping at it with his teeth. “Did that food taste good?”
You don't understand why you're getting wet from this. You shouldn't. You should feel fucking disgusted.
You can't let your discomfort show so you answer, “yes, Uncle Jack. Thank you for cooking for me.”
“Look at me.” He has you turn and face him. “Kiss me if you're really thankful.”
“W-What?” You stammer out.
Why would you kiss—
“Kiss me or I'll add another week to your training.” He threatens and you stiffen up.
Then, you lean in and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Uncle Jack.”
“Straddle my lap facing me.” He snaps at you to do so.
You listen, even though you don't want to. You feel so icky having your chest pressed against his, with his hard cock pushing up against you.
He cups your face, making you look at him before he leans in and kisses you. You don't want to kiss him back.
But then he says against your lips, “don't make me do it.”
And you kiss him back right away.
Jack smiles against your lips, kissing you nice and sloppy. You hate it. You hate it so fucking much.
Because your body is getting hot all over.
You don't get why you're reacting to him. Your pussy is aching to be touched. It doesn't help that he keeps grinding his hips, making you fully aware of how big his cock is, how good it would feel buried deep inside of you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can't be thinking this.
You can't—
“You're so wet.” Jack's words are warm on your lips and horribly degrading. “I can feel you soaking my sweats.”
You look down. There's no way…
You are that wet. You can feel your slick through your flimsy sleep shorts, the fabric doing nothing to keep in how turned on you are.
You shouldn't be this attracted to your uncle!
Something is going on. There has to be an explanation…
“Uncle Jack, what did you do to me?” You're scared of whatever this is.
“I didn't do anything bad to you, dear.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead that provides no comfort.
“But you did something.” You want to know what it is.
“Do you want me to show you what I did?” Jack would be happy to.
You bite your lip, nervous.
What are you about to get yourself into if you agree?
But you have to know…
“Okay.” You say with a nod.
Jack stands up then, carrying you by your thighs. You have to cling onto him as he takes you to his bed, dropping you on the edge.
You prop yourself on your elbows when you see Jack kneel down in front of you before tugging off your shorts and underwear in one swift motion.
You should tell him to stop. Yell at him to get away from you. Not let him spread your thighs apart and—
Your eyes roll back in your head when his tongue swirls around your clit perfectly. Too perfectly. He knows exactly the right pace, pressure, rhythm to get you close to an orgasm.
Then, he stops right before you get there. You squirm in his hold, his hands holding your thighs apart so you can't rub them together and make yourself cum.
“Does my niece want to cum?” Jack asks then drags his tongue along the length of your slit, making your whole body shake with need. “It looks like you do.”
“Uncle Jack…” Why do you want him to make you cum?
This is the same guy that literally just put a shock collar on you and locked you in your room!
“What do you want, dear?” He flicks your clit once, as a tease. “Use your words. What do you want your uncle to do for you?”
You can't feed into this. You can't!
This is wrong!
But your pussy is throbbing. You're desperate to cum.
You want to so badly…
“I want my uncle to make me cum.” You tell him before covering your face with your hands, hiding how embarrassed you are.
You can't hide for long. Because Jack starts ravaging you with his tongue, playing with your clit exactly the way you need him to until you're screaming and moaning into your palms, cumming hard.
Jack loves it. Loves finally getting to hear you be vocal. You're awake and enjoying his touch, albeit with a touch of humiliation.
He leans into it for your sake. “My niece just came so hard on my tongue. Do you like how I'm going down on you?”
You nod into your hands, unable to admit it out loud. It feels too good. Your body is still reeling from that first orgasm that you aren't ready for him to dive back in and start sucking on your clit.
“Wait, Uncle Jack!” You cry out when he thrusts two fingers inside of you, the wet sounds filling the room. “Stop, stop, I'm going to cum again!”
He nearly chuckles at that. How cute. You have no idea how many times he can make you cum before your body is unable to take it anymore. You're barely at your limits.
Jack can push you to the very edge, make you cum like crazy. And he needs to, now that you're awake to fully react to it.
His cock wants to burst out of his sweats when you squirt on his fingers the moment he curls them inside of you just right. He loves that bashful expression on your face, so full of shock that you came that hard.
“How was that, dear? That must've felt amazing.” Jack pulls his fingers out of you so he can taste you.
You watch him in such a daze, not understanding how he knows your body so well.
Like, how does he know that his cock can fit so easily inside of you?
You can't even process it quick enough. Jack just climbs on top of you and then sinks his cock inside of you. He hilts without any resistance from you.
And you cum so hard when he does.
The moment the tip of his cock kisses your womb, you cum all of a sudden, just like he trained you to.
Your pussy wraps around his cock so well. Jack knows exactly how to thrust inside of you to get you gasping for air.
“Uncle Jack, what's going on!” You're so confused because you shouldn't be taking his huge cock this easily, especially not your first time ever having sex.
“We're having sex.” He states the obvious, rolling his hips against yours, making your whole body shudder in response.
“B-But it's my first time.” Isn't it supposed to hurt?
“It is your first time.” Jack tells you. It's your first time awake, so he's not technically lying.
“But your cock is—” Your words are cut off by a moan when he pounds into you deeper all of a sudden.
“You like your uncle's cock, don't you?” He keeps up his quicker pace until you're squirting all over his cock with every thrust. “That's it, dear. Cum lots for me.”
He doesn't have to tell you to. Your body is well trained already. It's just your mind that's growing fuzzy from the pleasure you're finally experiencing while alert.
By the time Jack finally cums inside of you, you're a fucking mess on his bed, your body still convulsing and cumming even after he's pulled his cock out of you.
And it only gets worse when he tells you, “you're due for your birth control shot but I don't think I'll give it to you.”
“Uncle Jack…” You're having a hard time processing what he must've done to you in your sleep.
“If you're a good girl and you aren't pregnant by the end of the week, I'll administer it.” He lays down beside you, patting your head. “But only then.”
You look up at him when his hand slides from the top of your head to cup your cheek, the warmth of his palm disturbing given how comforting it feels. You shouldn't lean into his touch.
So, you lean into his lips instead, when he presses them against yours and you don't stop yourself from kissing him back.
You reason it's because you have to. You obviously don't want to kiss him. You don't want him to pull your body close to him and hold you. But he does and you submit.
Jack smiles against your lips, liking the lack of resistance. No matter what happens this week, his goal is to make it so you can't live without him.
Because he can't live without you.
You're unsure if you're lucky that it's spring break this week. It's probably good because then you don't have to explain to your classmates why you're wearing a scarf when it's warm outside. But it's bad because your uncle takes the whole week off so he can continue his slow torture of your body.
To test just how far you'll let him go, Jack has you on a leash now in his house.
When he tells you to sit, you sit. Usually on his lap or at his feet while the two of you watch TV in the living room. He always has you on his lap for meals. You don't even remember when he started resting his cock inside of you while the two of you ate.
But you do remember how hard you came when he played with your clit as you were trying to cut up the food on your plate.
Now he does it every meal...
“Aren't you a spoiled pet?” Jack teases you more, pinching your clit, making you jolt in his lap, driving his cock deeper into you. “You should focus on eating.”
You hate when he tells you to focus. It means he's going to edge you to the brink of insanity. And now that you're aware of the kind of pleasure he can give you, it truly is torture to have to hold it in.
Jack likes edging you, though. Your pussy tightens up around him, squeezing him so desperately, wanting to cum so badly. He finds it amusing. He never thought he'd have so much fun with a pet before.
“Finish your plate, dear.” Jack slides his other hand to your lower belly, kneading you right there. “You need fuel if you're going to have pups, you know.”
There's something so degrading about the way he's treating you like a dog. But you have to listen.
Because it's only when you're a good girl that he breeds you like an animal.
Jack shoves your plate across the table once you're done to clear space. Then, before you can have a moment to brace yourself, he slams you down onto it chest first and starts pounding into your pussy from behind exactly how you need him to.
The orgasms that always roll through you when he has edged you then finally lets you cum has you shaking, your legs wobbling, your knees buckling, your body barely able to hold itself up.
Jack has his hands firmly gripping your hips as he fucks you through your orgasm, reveling in how easily you cum on his cock over and over again. He loves the sound of you moaning his name. You don't tell him it's too much for you anymore. You just take it like a good girl.
“My dearest niece loves being bred by her uncle, doesn't she?” Jack smiles when your pussy tenses up at his question and then you burst, squirting all over his cock in response. “You're dripping onto the floor. We'll have to get you some puppy pads, huh?”
As if this isn't humiliating enough…
From that moment forward, any time Jack fucks you anywhere that isn't in bed, he lays a puppy pad down and makes you fully aware of how hard you've cum every time he touches you. And you aren't allowed to complain because you need to make it through this week.
Just a few more days of him fingering you over a pad until you're squirting onto it. Just a few more days of him fucking you until you see stars and your womb is full of his release.
Just a few more days of him kissing you so softly, telling you how beautiful you are, cuddling you in bed, taking care of you like you really are a pet he adores.
Just one more night and you'll be out of this collar.
And then Jack will know if he has broken you or not.
“You've been very good, dear.” He pats you lovingly on the head while you're kneeling at his feet by the couch. “Just a little longer.”
You chew on your bottom lip, not sure if you can last much longer...
Jack has you sitting on a puppy pad with beads in your ass and a vibrator buzzing on the lowest setting in your pussy. You want to cum but you can't. He turns off the vibrator every time you get close, like he does right now. But this time, he pulls it out of you, leaving you hollow inside.
“Get on all fours and turn your ass towards me.” He says with a snap and you listen like he's trained you to. “Good girl. I love seeing you wag your tail.”
The beads that are tormenting your ass have a fluffy tail attached to the end of them. A tail Jack likes to grab a hold of and tug, popping a bead out of you just to watch you shake your ass. You nearly cum when he shoves it back in past your tight ring.
This has been his favorite show to watch. You, naked, on your hands and knees, edged to the brink of insanity, your pussy aching to be filled with his cock until you cum as many times as your body will allow you to.
Now, Jack wonders how much you like being his little pet.
So, he slides his hand up and presses his finger over the biometric lock. Your collar comes right off then, much to your surprise. There's still a night left but he's taking it off early…
Then, Jack tells you, “you've done so well, dear. You're free to go now.”
What? You turn back to look at him.
Your uncle gets up from the couch, going into his bedroom to put the collar away somewhere safe, leaving you there on all fours, wondering what you're supposed to do with yourself when you want to cum already.
Are you allowed to cum?
You're unsure.
Your body…doesn't know what to do.
You need Jack to tell you what to do...
Wait, what! No, you don't!
You're not his pet. You don't need to wait for him to tell you what you can or can't do.
So, why are you still waiting for him to come back?
Fuck. You're fucked.
Because why are you crawling to his room?
Why are you happy when you see him smile when you get there? Why are you kneeling by his feet at the foot of his bed where he has been sitting, waiting for his pet to find him?
You're past the point of humiliation.
That's why you let him pat you on the head and say, “I knew you were a good girl.”
And the slick between your legs grows in response.
“Do you want your reward for being so good?” He pats the spot next to him. “You know what to do, dear.”
You scramble onto the bed quicker than you intend, heat flooding your system when Jack laughs at how eager you are to get on all fours for him. He stands up then, pulling his clothes off until he's completely naked too.
You try not to moan too loudly when you feel the tip of his cock gliding along the length of your wet slit, gathering your slick up so he can tease your throbbing clit.
“Will you keep being good for your uncle?” Jack asks you and you nod right away, filling him with delight. “I need you to rub your clit but you can't cum, okay? I'll be right back.”
Your fingers are on your clit the moment he moves away from you and you rub yourself until you're so close to bursting. That's when Jack comes back with the vibrator he had in your pussy earlier, handing it to you.
“Turn it on when I tell you to.” He instructs and you nod, placing it against your clit, shivering with anticipation.
Though, that might just be your reaction to him putting a new collar around your neck. A soft leather one, with a leash that he has wound around his fist. He yanks it back just a tad, as a test, and you nearly cum when he cuts off your air.
Jack has really messed you up, hasn't he?
“Don't cum until I kiss your womb, okay?” He waits for you to nod and then chuckles when you do so very eagerly. “That's my good girl. You'll get to cum a lot once I do, I promise.”
You don't hold in the moan when you feel Jack finally push his cock into you. But he is torturing you now, purposefully keeping his thrusts shallow so you're left clawing at the sheets, your body so tense that you could explode at any moment.
“Please, Uncle Jack.” You finally allow yourself to beg. You haven't all week but since he doesn't have the shock collar on you anymore, you plead to him. “Please fuck me.”
“I am fucking you, dear.” Jack knows he's tormenting you because you're wriggling, needing him to go deeper. “Tell me exactly what you want your uncle to do to you.”
And it's like all the dignity you have left completely erodes away when you tell him, “please breed me, Uncle Jack.”
“My niece wants me to put a baby in her?” You can't see the devilish grin on his face but you know it's there.
“Yes.” You answer and then repeat that word over and over again the moment he rams his cock inside of you and you're cumming all over him, your body bursting completely.
“Turn it on now.” He commands and even in your daze, you know to listen.
You flip on the vibrator and the vibrations hit your clit at the same time as the tip of his cock grinds against your womb and now you're squirting uncontrollably.
“I should've made you lay down a pad if I knew you'd cum this much.” He says with a chuckle, liking how lost you are in your orgasm that you aren't even processing his degradation. “What a cute pet I have, wagging her tail for me.”
Jack wraps your tail around the same hand holding your leash and with the single tug, a bead pops out of your ass as your collar chokes you. You're swimming in a sea of stars, your vision going dark when you can no longer breathe.
And the pleasure doesn't cease…
He pulls out another bead, choking you harder, watching your body spasm beneath him, your pussy milking his cock beautifully.
“Good girl.” His voice is soft and gentle compared to how harsh his actions are, keeping you from the air you need to survive. “Cum nice and hard for me, dear.”
He shoves the beads back into your ass, the sudden rush of pressure winding you, the release of your leash allowing air to funnel back into your throat but it's caught there by how intense your orgasm shoots through you.
The sounds you're making aren't even human anymore. Just mumbles and whimpers and whines and cute little attempts at babbling his name.
You've dug your nails into his sheets now, tearing into them as Jack puts his hands back on your hips, digging his nails into your flesh for leverage so he can slam every inch of his thick cock as deep as your body will let him go. The rhythm in which he's fucking you has you losing faith in your mind, in your ability to reason things through.
You're so far gone now.
So consumed by your uncle.
That when Jack asks you, “tell me you want to keep being my dearest pet and I'll keep breeding you just the way you like it.”
Your mouth moves before your mind can stop it, “I want to be your pet, Uncle Jack.”
“Flip over.” Jack slides his cock out of you, chuckling with amusement when you pout at him for leaving you feeling empty. “Come on, dear, I'll be inside of you again soon. Quickly now.”
You lay down on your back and he pulls you until your legs are dangling off the edge of the bed.
“Hold your knees up for me.” He takes the vibrator from you so you can pull your thighs as close to your body as you can. “Good girl. I can play with your tail this way.”
Your eyes widen when his hand wraps back around your tail and his other hand holds the vibrator back on your clit. He smiles at the fear and excitement in your face.
What a precious pet he has.
The moment Jack slams his cock back inside of you, he tugs the beads out of your tail. Then, when he pulls his cock out of you, he pushes your tail back into place. All while the vibrator abuses your swollen and overstimulated clit.
“Here, dear.” Jack sees the way you're biting down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming and grabs your leash. “Bite down on this instead.”
He stuffs as much of the leash into your mouth as he can until you're choking yourself from holding it in your mouth, your collar tightening around your throat.
“You're going to cum so nicely now.” Jack moves his hand back to your tail. “Just focus on being a good pet niece for your uncle.”
You've lost count of how many orgasms he forces out of you with this all consuming rhythm of his. The beads in your ass, the vibrations on your clit, the rough pounding of his cock against your womb, it's all too much.
And everything you've ever wanted.
Almost everything.
You spit the leash out of your mouth to beg, “please kiss me while you cum, Uncle Jack.”
That almost ruins his rhythm but he catches himself before he seems too shocked. Then, he flips off the vibrator and yanks your tail completely out of your ass. Every bead popping out of your body sends shockwaves through you that distract you from him suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you, his hips rolling against yours at a harsher pace now.
Jack is fucking you into the mattress like he has many times before. Only this time, you're fully awake for it. Only this time, you're kissing him back while he does it.
You like how happy he is, smiling against your lips, groaning and grunting your name, telling you how perfect you are, how glad he is that he trained you so well.
“My dearest pet niece.” He breathes against your lips, looking into your eyes with such affection. “Are you ready for your uncle's cum?”
You nod, nuzzling his nose with your own playfully, acting so cute that he doesn't want this to end. “Please cum deep inside of me, Uncle Jack.”
“I will.” He says before his lips are back on yours and you cum with him the moment you feel him fill you with that warmth you've grown addicted to.
You're both left panting like animals, kissing in between breaths, unable to part from one another. Jack adores how you cling to him, holding him against you, wanting his comfort after getting fucked so hard.
“I've got you, dear.” He pulls you onto your side so he can rub your back. “Take your time to cool down and we'll take a nice bath after this.”
You smile happily into the crook of his shoulder, since you like taking baths with him. You like that you don't have to pretend that you don't like it anymore.
You don't have to pretend you hate him anymore.
There's nothing wrong with enjoying life as your uncle's pet.
He taught you that it's a good life to live.
a/n: I wrote this bc I put together a new bed frame a while back and I needed a treat like a good pet deserves!
hope you enjoyed the read ♡
