by Grant, Livia
He set the bag aside on the spanking bench, met her eyes, and approached her, still holding the leash.
“Get on your knees, little kitten.”
She dropped to her knees and lowered her head, a wave of submission rolling through her. He stepped closer and she saw his boots in her vision, black and gleaming, and she waited with bated breath for him to attach the leash.
He ran a hand around her neck in a sensual manner, readjusting the collar and causing the bell to jingle. She heard a faint clicking noise as he attached the leash, and when he gave a slight pull on it, causing her to lean forward, a spasm of warmth pulsed between her quivering thighs. Her owner, her daddy, had just put a leash on her, and now he was going to walk her back to the movie theater so they could roll for their next activity.
“Stand up, little kitten, and put your heels back on,” he said, placing the shoes on the floor in front of her. “For now, you’ll walk. It’s too far for you to crawl.”
She rose with his assistance and stepped into her heels, and as she glanced down she couldn’t help but realize her pussy would be on display as they walked through the main play area. He hadn’t pulled her dress down any further and she glimpsed the gleam of her arousal on her inner thighs.
As he guided her off the platform and through the crowd, he kept a firm hold on the leash, but he also kept an arm laced around her waist. Heat emanated from his huge, muscular body and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like without his clothes. She really hoped their next activity would involve some serious nudity on his part.
He guided her into the movie theater and her heart raced as they headed for the stage.
Chapter 7
Xavier
“Vaginal intercourse!” Madison called out. “Congrats! You both totally look like you need it.” The emcee flashed a radiant smile and then winked at them, but her attention was soon taken by another couple who were approaching to roll for their second activity.
Vaguely, Xavier realized it was Corey and his domme walking up onto the stage. The young man appeared so enamored by the tall woman who was leading him by a leash that he didn’t seem to notice Xavier standing nearby.
“Come on, little kitten,” Xavier said, guiding Dolly down the steps. “We’re going to find a bed.” He leaned down to speak directly into her ear once they were exiting the movie theater. “I’m going to make you take it from behind like a good little kitty.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted on a tiny gasp, and he detected a tremor running through her as he tightened his hold on her. He wound them deeper into the club, going down the long hallway dubbed the ‘Red Light District’ of the club before turning right where several fantasy rooms were available. He was headed to the nursery, hoping to find it empty. It wasn’t that they’d rolled age play, but he knew that room had a bed that he planned on putting to good use.
They were in luck. The room was not in use, but the observation window was open for spectators. Already, there was a small crowd following them, and he gave a gentle tug on the leash to guide Dolly inside.
A bowl of condoms rested on a table next to the bed. He still had the black bag with him, though it currently only contained the bottle of lubrication, and he set it down next to the condoms.
He dropped the leash and circled around Dolly, appreciating the rapid rise and fall of her bosom. Admiring the sight of the tail protruding from her bottom, he paused to stroke it. He leaned against her and felt her shudder. His cock hardened as erotic images danced through his mind. Soon, he would be pounding into the tightness between her legs, thrusting fast and deep.
“I’m trying to decide if I want you on your hands and knees, little kitten, or if I want you bent over the bed. Hm. Decisions, decisions.” He circled around her and cupped the side of her face, forcing her gaze to his. She looked mildly startled, though he also saw the need flaring in the depths of her pretty blue eyes.
She peered up at him, her lips slightly parted, her cat ears still in place, and he had the sudden urge to kiss her.
So, he did.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, but he soon slipped his tongue inside to tangle with hers and increased the intensity of the kiss. He felt like fucking devouring her, this sweet little kitten who was all his. And fuck, he couldn’t imagine just walking away from her tonight.
He imagined her standing at his large bedroom window that overlooked the mountains, wearing nothing but a bedsheet hastily wrapped around her body. In his vision, her short dark locks were askew and her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her pussy lips were also puffy and red from hours of brutal fucking.
He kissed her harder, wanting more than anything to make his imaginings come true. How would Dolly react if he asked her to come home with him tonight? And if she didn’t wish to come home with him tonight, would she at least agree to see him again?
The little whimpers and moans that escaped her as she returned his kiss made his dick harden further. Christ, he would pass out from the sheer want of her if he didn’t plunge his cock into her soon. Clutching her face, he deepened the kiss, drinking her in and savoring the sweet taste of her. My little kitten.
When he finally broke the kiss, she panted breathlessly in his arms, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over with desire.
“I’ve made my decision,” he said, holding her stare. “I’m going to bend you over the bed. As hard as I plan to fuck you, little kitten, I think you would fall over if you were on your hands and knees.”
“All-all right, Daddy,” she whispered in a shaky voice. She gulped hard and eyed the bed.
“But first, I need to get my little kitty naked.” He reached for the hem of her snug dress, which was still resting at her hips, and pulled it up over her head. She lifted her arms as he drew it off her body, leaving her standing in nothing but her kitten ears, tail, and heels.
His gaze dropped to her rounded breasts. He hadn’t thought she was wearing a bra and seeing her gorgeous tits for the first time took his breath away.
He cupped her breasts and she gasped. Running his thumbs over her hardening nipples, he leaned in to run kisses up and down her neck, sometimes pausing to drag his teeth along her flesh, and other times pausing to lick her. Her responsiveness spurred his own passions to rise and he started urging her toward the bed.
“Bend over, little kitten, and spread your legs wide.”
He watched as she obeyed, bending over the bed as she inched her feet apart, opening her thighs. Her tail hung between her legs, concealing her privates, but he loved knowing that if he moved her tail aside, he would see her pink, glistening folds. She looked so fucking sexy, bent over to his liking, while still wearing her heels.
“Good kitty,” he said in a praising tone as he tossed her dress onto a chair. He trailed a hand over her bottom and gave each of her cheeks a firm squeeze. Then he backed up to undress. He shoved his shoes underneath the chair and placed his clothing atop her dress. His blood hummed with desire and his stiff cock jutted out as he returned to his kitten, hard and throbbing and ready to plunge inside her.
He swept her tail aside, revealing her swollen pink pussy. Her folds were gleaming just as brightly as he had expected, and he couldn’t resist trailing his fingers through her gathering moisture. So warm, so slick. She trembled at his touch and arched her back, giving him better access to the part of her he would soon claim.
“Such a wet little kitty,” he said. “And you’re laying here so sweetly, so obediently, just waiting for your daddy to pound into you.”
She whimpered and fisted the covers in her hands as he rubbed her moisture over her clit. He deliberately kept his ministrations slow and light. The next time she came, it would be when his cock was deep inside her.
With his free hand, he stroked her lower back and bottom, occasionally calling her a sweet kitten or his good kitty. He felt her melting under his praise, soft sighs of contentment leaving her along with faint mmwowws and other noises th
at sounded close to purrs. When desperate whimpers started escaping her, he removed his hand from her center and reached for a condom.
His dick throbbed unbearably, and his vision blurred as he tore the foil and rolled the latex onto his stiff length. Goddammit. He needed to be balls-deep inside her. Right fucking now.
“Daddy’s going to pound into his little kitten’s privates now, and you’re going to be a good little submissive kitty and lay there and take it. Aren’t you, Dolly?”
“Mm. Ye-yes, Daddy,” she replied in a dreamy voice.
He settled himself between her spread thighs and grabbed her hips. Her tail rested over her right buttock, and the sight of the plug seated in her bottom made him delirious with the need to surge into her tightness. He released one of her hips in order to guide the head of his cock inside.
“Are you ready, little kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He jerked his hips forward, driving his cock hard and deep, all the way to the hilt in one rapid thrust that left her moaning and writhing beneath him. Fuck, she was tight. If he didn’t already know otherwise, he would’ve worried she was a virgin.
He paused for a moment, his fingers digging into her hips, as he allowed her to become accustomed to the sudden fullness of his cock. A shuddering sigh left her when he withdrew partially from her center only to ram straight back into her, just as hard as the first time. Again and again, in and out, he fucked her with all the intensity of his passion that had been building since he’d first laid eyes upon her in the movie theater.
He heard a few gasps from the doorway, as well as murmurs from the window, though he didn’t glance over to see how many spectators were gathered watching them. Instead, he focused solely on Dolly. On the sweet little kitten who needed her daddy’s cock. Gripping her hips harder, he slammed into her over and over again.
Mine. My little kitten.
Chapter 8
Rachel
With each drive into her aching pussy, Daddy Xavier’s balls impacted heavily upon her clit. She gasped with each thrust and clutched at the covers, thankful he hadn’t ordered her to get on her hands and knees. Hard as he was fucking her, she wouldn’t have been able to maintain the position for long.
Bent over the bed and spread wide, she was completely at his mercy. From the corner of her eye, she noticed bodies in the doorway and window, but she didn’t care how many people were watching. Despite knowing they had an audience, Daddy Xavier’s complete focus on her made it seem like they were the only two people in the club.
With the plug filling her bottom, she felt the fullness of each plunge into her pussy. Pressure coiled low in her belly and her skin prickled with awareness. There were moments it seemed she was floating in a haze of hedonistic pleasure, lost in the rhythm of Daddy Xavier’s hurried drives as waves of ecstasy soared toward her, as if in slow motion despite the rapidness of what was happening.
As her orgasm neared, she started clawing lightly at the covers in front of her, moaning as she kneaded the blankets quickly, like a kitten enjoying herself in play. He responded by growling and pulling on her leash, just hard enough to remind her that she was still wearing it, that she was his kitten and he was her owner.
“You may come whenever you like, sweet kitty. Come while Daddy’s filling you up with his cock.”
His words propelled her into a shattering release. She gasped as her orgasm hit her, crashing over her in a violent wave of sensation. Panting for breath, she shuddered over and over, feeling the hugeness of his cock inside her while he continued ramming into her. Fucking her as if he were mad at her, as if he were punishing her. This thought made her insides clench with desire, heated pulses afflicting her already throbbing center. Dizziness assailed her.
He growled again and tensed behind her. Then she felt it—the intense pulsing of his huge cock as he came inside her. She almost mourned the fact that he was wearing a condom. How nice it would be to feel his seed spilling into her, filling her depths, then to stand up and feel the stickiness of his essence leaking down her inner thighs.
Maybe one day.
Her face heated at the thought and she chided herself for catching feelings. Fuck, what was wrong with her? What if this was only a one-time thing? She shouldn’t allow herself to become so attached to Daddy Xavier. As much as she was starting to like him, she didn’t know anything about him.
But just as she tried to erect a wall around her heart, he withdrew gently from her and kissed her on the cheek before moving away. A peek over her shoulder showed he was disposing of the condom in a trash can. Before she could draw in her next breath, he returned to her side, lifting her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She marveled at his strength as he settled on the bed while holding her close, cradling her against his chest with his chin resting atop her head.
In this instant, all her intentions to push him away crumbled to the floor.
She found herself lacing her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly, soaking up the tenderness he was offering. Her pussy was sore, but she liked knowing it was his cock that had caused the hurt. For the next couple of days, every time she sat down or shifted in place, she would feel this delicious soreness, this reminder that Daddy Xavier had fucked her long and hard.
“Are you all right, little kitten?” he asked, his deep voice vibrating against her ear, causing her entire body to flush with tingling warmth.
Little kitten. She liked that he was still calling her that. It was a pet name no one had ever used on her before. A special name just for her and Daddy Xavier.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m good.” She pulled back to stare up at him, needing to peer into his handsome gaze. Her stomach flipped at the affection she saw reflecting in his gorgeous blue eyes. God, if they hadn’t just met, she would almost believe he cared about her.
He stroked her hair, petting her with long, firm caresses. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, reveling in the attention. A short while later, to her utter shock, she felt something hard beneath her bottom. She jerked her head back and peered straight into his eyes, only to find them darkened with lust. She couldn’t believe his cock was getting hard again already. Talk about stamina. Daddy Xavier must eat his spinach.
“This time, I want you on your hands and knees, little kitten,” he said, “but I promise to be gentle—mostly. Don’t worry, I won’t push you over.”
Somehow, she found the strength to rise up onto her hands and knees upon the mattress, though her legs wobbled a bit at first.
She glimpsed his cock as he helped her into position, finally getting a good look at the appendage that had left her sore between her thighs. Indeed, it was as huge as she had suspected. She couldn’t help but openly stare. Holy hell, Daddy Xavier wasn’t just large, he was massive. Long and thick and perfectly formed, he could’ve been in porn.
“Naughty kitten,” he said, settling behind her and giving her bottom a sharp slap. “Hasn’t anyone told you it isn’t polite to stare?”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said. What would it be like to suck on a cock so amazingly huge? Waves of heat seared her face and her pussy pulsed, knowing his hugeness would soon be back inside her.
She felt him playing with her tail, giving it slight tugs that reinvigorated the pressing fullness in her bottom hole. As she was reminded of this particular part of her body, her stomach did a major flip.
Oh God. What if they rolled anal intercourse for their next activity?
He would destroy her.
She gulped hard and sucked in a shaky breath, praying they rolled anything but anal when they returned to the movie theater. She doubted Madison would let her roll again even if she politely described the huge size of Daddy Xavier’s cock. Rules were rules, after all, and she’d agreed to follow the rules of the game this evening.
She heard the tearing of foil and realized he must’ve grabbed another condom when she hadn’t been looking. Eagerly, she leaned down, arching her back and jutting her bottom out, ready for the firs
t plunge of his cock, even if she was already beyond sore. Despite the pain, she craved every fucking inch he would give her, hungered for it so intensely she would start begging if he made her wait much longer.
“You’re so wet, little kitten,” he said, dragging the tip of his cock through her folds. “Daddy likes it when his kitten’s privates are swollen and wet and ready to be fucked. Daddy likes it when his kitten is in heat.”
Jesus, the things he said. She’d never been that skilled at dirty talk herself, but Daddy Xavier seemed to have a fucking Ph.D. in it. She whimpered and lifted her hips higher, desperate for him to sink inside her. Luckily, he didn’t make her wait long. In the next moment, he gripped her hips and slid into her, his movements as gentle as he’d promised.
He set a slow rhythm inside her at first, though his pace gradually built, until his balls were once again impacting upon her clit with each drive, the faint slaps just enough to bring her to the brink of another shattering release.
Just as her orgasm hit her, he tensed and growled and started fucking her faster. They came at the same time, and she reveled in the feel of her muscles contracting around his hugeness.
“Good kitty,” he said, stroking her hair. He withdrew from her, disposed of the condom, and once more gathered her in his arms.
She liked it when Daddy Xavier held her.
Chapter 9
Xavier
Xavier watched as Dolly tossed the marble onto the spinning roulette wheel. When Madison called out, “Oral sex!” a few seconds later, he almost whooped in excitement.
He would fucking devour his little kitten’s pussy.
After he got Dolly out of the movie theater, he escorted her back to the same room where he’d just fucked her. Though he’d come twice in a row, his cock was already rock hard again. It seemed when it came to his kitten, he couldn’t get enough.
