by Grant, Livia
He guided her into the room, an arm around her waist even as he held the leash. A noticeable tremor raced through her when she glanced up at him, her cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink.
She was once again wearing her tight black dress, though he hadn’t allowed her to pull it all the way down, which left him with a tempting view of her pussy, as well as her tail. God, she made the perfect kitten. A little skittish, very sweet, and exceedingly responsive.
Her moans, whimpers, and kitten noises made all the blood in his body rush straight to his cock. He couldn’t wait to hear her while she was in the throes of another release as he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to taste her, to make her writhe upon the bed as he forced yet another orgasm from her.
He removed the leash and set it aside, then helped her out of her dress. This time, he also ordered her to step out of her heels. Once she was naked to his liking, still wearing her tail, collar, and the kitten ears, he made quick work of removing his own shoes and clothing.
He gathered her close, basking in the feel of her bare skin against his. Everything about her was soft and sweet, and she seemed to melt into him as he embraced her. He put his lips to her ear, licking from the top all the way down her lobe, eliciting a deep shudder from her. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked through her vast wetness, dipping his fingers into her soaking core to spread the moisture all around her pussy. She arched into his touch with a needy whimper.
Withdrawing his hand, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them as she watched. “Fucking delicious. Now, get on the bed, Dolly, and spread your legs wide. Daddy wants to feast upon his kitten’s sweet little cunt.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, scrambling to obey. He watched as she settled upon the mattress, scooting back to make room for him as she parted her thighs wide, revealing her glistening, pink folds.
He joined her on the bed and advanced on her, forcing her legs further apart as he bent down to taste her. He licked up and down, delighting in her whimpers and moans, and tasted her with gentle licks over her engorged clit. He had never seen a woman with a clit so swollen and large before. His cock jerked at the sight of it, and he soon began circling the sensitive nubbin with his tongue as he gradually applied more pressure.
Taking his time, he continually brought her to the edge of a release, only to move away from her clit at the last moment, leaving her whining and clawing at the covers in frustration. After the sixth time he did this, she blew her breath out in exasperation and threw her hands up in a gesture of impatience. She shot him a frustrated look and opened her mouth to say something, but he was fast to interrupt.
“Naughty kitten,” he said in a scolding tone. “That’s not polite behavior and Daddy is going to have to punish you now.”
Holding her down, he kept her legs spread as he smacked her wet pussy lips with the flat of his fingers.
“Oh!” She tried to lurch up, but he easily held her down. When she attempted to block the second slap with her hands, he tsked at her and shook his head back and forth.
“No,” he said firmly. “Place your hands above your head and leave them there. If you try to shield your pussy again, I will ask a DM to bring restraints and I will tie you to the bed. If you force me to do that, little kitten, you’ll receive extra smacks to your tender, pink folds.”
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, looking as if she were about to argue, but she soon pressed her lips together and threw her hands above her head—a bit dramatically, though at least she obeyed.
“Good girl. You ought to know better than to display such disrespect while you’re getting your pussy licked. You’re supposed to be grateful for each swipe of my tongue upon your clit and your smooth folds, and you certainly don’t get to control when you come, little kitten. If you take your punishment well, I’ll allow you to have an orgasm—eventually.”
A pained look crossed her face, though she didn’t respond. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and tiny shudders wracked her curvy little body. She was so beautiful when she was frustrated and on edge. And fuck, her clit had grown even larger. Round and slightly distended, he couldn’t wait to feel the pink nubbin pulsing against his tongue again. But first, he had to see to her punishment.
“Now, hold very still while Daddy spanks your privates.”
He saw her visibly brace herself, and in the next moment he brought the flat of his fingers down upon her glistening folds, delivering a firm slap that caused her to gasp. He gave her five more smacks in quick succession before pausing to rub his fingers through her folds. Her moisture was growing. In fact, she was so wet, with arousal gleaming brightly from her inner thighs, that it almost looked as though she’d had an accident.
“Five more,” he announced. “And then, my sweet pet, you’re allowed to come whenever you like.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Again, she braced herself, closing her eyes and wincing as though he’d already resumed smacking her.
He centered the final five slaps on her clit, though he kept them light, and as soon as he finished delivering the last blow, he bent down to caress her punished parts with his tongue. After only three rapid swipes over her clit, she cried out and writhed beneath him, moaning as her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape. As she came, her clit pulsed almost violently against his tongue as her entire body shuddered, and he didn’t withdraw from her center until she’d finished convulsing and lay limp upon the bed.
“Good little kitten.” He moved to a sitting position, though he remained between her spread legs, and reached down to cup her pussy. “This is mine,” he said with a growl. “Do you understand?”
Her eyes went wide. “Yes, Daddy.”
But it didn’t feel like part of their scene. It felt real—his firm declaration that her pussy belonged to him, as well as her sweet agreement in the matter.
He squeezed harder, causing her to grimace. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He heard someone in the crowd gathered outside the bedroom comment that it was nearly eleven o’clock, and suddenly, he saw red.
No. The evening couldn’t be ending already.
He needed her. He wanted her.
Holding her gaze, he said, “I’m serious, little kitten. This is mine.” He squeezed her pussy again. “You are mine.”
“Wha-what do you mean?” Her eyes became large, round pools of blue.
“I mean I want you to come home with me tonight.” He couldn’t believe what he was saying. He had never been one to rush into a relationship, but fuck if he would allow her to go home alone tonight. She belonged in his arms and in his bed. And not just as his latest quick fix. He had planned to start dating again after Valentine’s Day, but fuck his dating profile idea. The perfect submissive was right in front of him, and he would be damned if he let her go.
“I-I don’t even know you,” she said, a troubled look crossing her face. “We just met and… I don’t know your real name and you don’t know mine. I-I don’t know where you live or what you do for a living. I don’t know where you were born and raised or what your favorite color is. And I don’t know—”
“My name is Xavier Ross, little kitten. I live about an hour away from here in the Santa Monica Mountains, at the Ross Wellness Retreat, which I own.” What else had she wanted to know? Ah, yes… “I was born and raised in Florida and my favorite color used to be green, but now it’s blue, the same blue as your eyes.”
* * *
Rachel
What the hell was happening?
Daddy Xavier aka Xavier Ross, who apparently owned the renowned ultra-posh Ross Wellness Retreat, wanted her to go home with him? She could scarcely believe his words, yet his dark eyes gleamed with sincerity. Warmth filled her to bursting and hope flared in her chest.
This was what she had wanted, wasn’t it?
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and met his gaze, summoning all her bravery. Accepting his offer would be taking a huge risk. And yet, she couldn’t fathom going home tonight
to her empty guesthouse on Kimmie Walters’ Hollywood estate. She couldn’t imagine sleeping alone.
“Yes, Daddy,” she forced out before she lost her nerve. “Yes, I-I’ll go home with you tonight.”
An immense look of pleasure crossed his face. He drew her closer and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as he stroked her hair.
“I’m Rachel, by the way,” she said in a low voice so only he could hear. “Rachel Murray.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, Rachel,” he replied in a whisper, pulling back to stare into her eyes.
“Likewise,” she said, feeling her face heat.
Her heart raced and she became jittery with excitement. Daddy Xavier wanted to take her home tonight. Could they possibly have a future together? Hope brimmed inside her at the prospect.
He cupped her face and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, his gaze was heated with desire. His hard cock pressed against her bottom and she heard a spectator comment that Roulette was ending in just ten minutes.
To her surprise, Daddy Xavier kissed her forehead quickly and got off the bed. He stuck his head out the door and motioned for a DM to approach. She couldn’t quite hear what he said to the burly man, but Daddy Xavier waited in the doorway, unashamedly buck naked with his hardened cock jutting out like the weapon it was, until the DM returned holding something round and shiny. Daddy Xavier accepted the item and turned to face Rachel.
Confusion spread through her when she realized he was holding a silver bowl.
“Get on the floor,” he commanded, a dark gleam in his eyes. “On your knees.”
She obeyed, crawling off the bed and sinking to the floor. He approached her and sat the bowl on the bed. Though she was curious about its purpose, she couldn’t bring herself to ask. All she could think about was the fact that his massively huge cock rested but an inch or two from her mouth.
A whimper of relief left her when he guided her head forward and pressed his length to her lips.
“Open up and let Daddy in, little kitten.”
She parted her lips and accepted him into her mouth. Yes. She loved the musky, maleness of him and took him deeper.
“Brace yourself,” he said. “Daddy is about to be very, very rough with you, little kitten.”
With a growl, he grasped her head in his hands and held her in place while he thrust in and out of her mouth, ramming the tip of his cock into the back of her throat. She struggled to breathe through her nose as he slammed into her again and again, fucking her mouth almost as hard as he’d pounded into her pussy earlier in the night.
Tears streamed down her face as he continued pummeling into her mouth, but just as she started to feel lightheaded, he abruptly withdrew. She watched, in utter surprise, as he gripped his cock and turned just in time to erupt into the bowl.
Before she could find her voice to ask what he was doing, he placed the bowl, filled with his essence, on the floor in front of her. His eyes were dark and intense as he rose to his feet and loomed over her.
“Be a good kitten and lap it all up.”
Shock resounded within her. She stared at the bowl as her insides heated and everything between her thighs pulsed with an intensity that left her dizzy. Breathing deep, she placed her hands on the floor and slowly leaned down to the bowl.
“Go ahead,” he said in a coaxing tone. “Show me how a good little kitten drinks her daddy’s cum.”
The desire to please him hummed through her. She had never lapped water or milk or anything out of a bowl before, though she had watched other submissives do it. Except this wasn’t water or milk and she ought to be somewhat repulsed by his brazen command. And yet… she craved this taboo act and found herself hungering for the entire contents of the bowl.
“That’s it,” he said after she lapped up a small amount of his essence. “Be a good little kitten and lap it all up. Every last drop.”
She continued licking his salty essence from the bowl, only pausing when she needed to swallow. By the time she had the bowl licked clean, per Daddy Xavier’s orders, her clit was throbbing so hard it was all she could do to keep from reaching between her thighs and stroking herself.
“Good kitty.” He placed a hand upon her head and began petting her.
She mmwowwed and leaned into his caresses, soaking up the attention as she became vaguely aware of someone announcing the end of the game.
It was eleven o’clock and she’d made it through the entire three hours of Roulette with Daddy Xavier. A deep sense of accomplishment filled her, but most of all, she was beaming with the knowledge that Daddy Xavier didn’t want their time together to end just yet.
He helped her to her feet and sat on the bed, drawing her down to sit upon his sturdy, muscular thighs. All the while, he kept running his hands through her hair and down her back. “You’ll keep the tail in until we reach my house, little kitten.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He pressed his lips to hers and she melted.
THE END
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Unexpected
A Black Light: Roulette War Novella
By
Measha Stone
Chapter 1
Jack
Jack Wyatt grabbed a stool at the bar and sat down, startling the woman next to him. Her shoulders tensed, and she craned her neck to give him a good glare before turning back around, giving him the full of her back. He rolled his eyes, gave a shake of his head, and motioned for the bartender.
“Rum and Coke,” he ordered and pulled out his wallet. Tossing a few bills on the bar top, enough to cover the drink and the tip, he waited for his drink. The day had been long, but it was finally over. One more day down, another case finished, and it was time to let the evening’s events wash away the tension in his body.
His drink appeared before him, and already his muscles were beginning to ease.
“You playing tonight?” the bartender, a cute brunette in a black leather halter top, asked him.
He picked up the drink. “In the Roulette? Yeah, I’m playing tonight.” He sipped the drink. Normally, he’d rather go for something with a little more spine to it than a mixed drink, but he didn’t know who his partner would be for the evening. Going into the night with a crystal-clear head was warranted.
“You can put this on your monthly statement, you know,” she reminded him waving the bills at him.
“I like paying as I go,” he explained. The monthly membership fee was heavy enough without adding drinks to it. Using cash throughout the month kept his budget tidy.
“Okay then. And don’t forget, two drinks max.” She wiggled two fingers at him.
“I’m aware.” He pushed the cash toward her. “I’m only having the one.” Not that a second wouldn’t be welcomed after dealing with Mrs. Towers that afternoon.
After leaving the ranks at the FBI, he’d gotten his private investigator credentials and embarked on helping those the law couldn’t. Unfortunately, lately that meant helping spouses prove infidelity to override their ironclad prenups. Mrs. Towers already knew her husband was a cheating bastard but seeing the photographic evidence of his betrayal had thrown her into a spiral of anger that ended in a fit. He kept her in his office until he was sure she wasn’t going anywhere but her attorney’s office after leaving him. And he’d relieved her of her handgun as well.
No matter how long he lived in L.A., he still found himself surprise
d at the characters he came across daily.
Jack spun around on the stool, leaned his back against the bar, and watched the crowd. He had applied for his membership to Black Light as soon as their doors opened. The privacy of the club drew him in. Being able to shed his investigator hat at the door and not worry about who would see him and whom he would see relieved him. He could play to his heart’s desire with no strings attached or morning-after regrets.
Best money ever spent.
Even if it meant he had to deal with the Mrs. Towers of the city in order to pay the monthly membership. But tonight gave him the chance to win one free month. He could get his fun on and eliminate the hefty bill for an entire month, so long as his partner didn’t safe word out before the end of the night.
Glancing to his left, he noticed the woman’s hand shake slightly when she picked up her glass of wine.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He leaned closer so she could hear him over the chatter of the other guests.
Again, she tensed.
Turning on his stool to face her, he tried again. “Sorry. I did it again, huh?” He tried to laugh it off, but her fiery eyes met his, shutting down his attempt.
“You didn’t,” she said after a long pause. “I just didn’t expect anyone to sit down. I was… thinking.” She took another sip of white wine.
He gave an exaggerated nod, not one to admit to being startled. Okay, he wasn’t going to dig into it. It was his night off.
“Are you playing tonight?” he asked. They weren’t going to start the festivities for another twenty minutes, and she didn’t seem to have anyone with her.
She finished her wine before answering. “Yes.” She slid her glass forward and waved for the bartender.
