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A good bottom can obey any master.
Called annoyingly obedient, and dumped for a less submissive bottom, my attempts to recover from Dave have led me to a place where those same traits could mean my survival. An alien holding cell turned out to be a pound, and my new owner is a seven-foot tower of jet-black muscle with raptor legs and shark teeth.
I'm getting the training and discipline I longed for from my Earth lovers at the claws of my alien owner. If only I can make him want me...
Warning: this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence, alien-man sex, D/s, and human pets.
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