by Tilly Pope
6
Kane
One week later
I walk around the new addition to my home with a wide smile. Stacy hasn’t complained since that first day, though I admit I wish she had. Just to see her again, of course.
The construction crew earned their bonus. And I rewarded them handsomely for their job well done. After they left, I set up the room exactly how I want it.
It’s the perfect playroom. The perfect space to play with my kitten. Now, I just need her to come over.
And I have a plan for that.
I reach out and straighten a riding crop. I have all the toys to punish her if she’s bad. All the toys to reward her for being good. And I’m ready to use them.
I imagine her lips parting in shock while she stares around the room. Her eyes widen in excitement. And my cock rubs the inside of my pants painfully. I need to know if she’s ready for this room. If she’s ready for all the things I want to do to her.
With her. For her.
But first, I need to take care of this need rising in me like a tide.
Glancing around the room, I sit on an overstuffed red velvet chair. I take my cock out and close my eyes. Imagining her powerless to my touch. My teasing. To the pleasure I’ll give her.
I can’t wait to see her ass cheeks blazing red hot so I can cool them with my lips. My cock hardens like steel in my hand and I stroke.
I pick up a leather-handled riding crop. I imagine the shock in her beautiful blue eyes as I swat her perfect ass with the crop. Will she moan? Cry? Will she be a good girl that doesn’t need punishment?
I wander toward the back of the room. A solid table is covered in padded black leather and bolted to the ground. She’s walking a step ahead of me.
Her lovely eyes fill with lust and excitement as she runs her fingertips over the table.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks in a sultry, quiet voice that has my cock pulsing.
“Get undressed.”
Her lips part in surprise, but she’s quick to grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. I’ve never seen her naked, but I can clearly see her now. Her large breasts not hindered by a bra, her creamy skin soft and begging for my touch, her flat belly leading down to the private space hidden behind panties.
“Good girl.” She’s following my orders in my daydream, but will she follow them in real life?
Her thumbs tuck into her pants and slides them down. She steps out of them, giving me a peek of what’s inside. Giving several strokes, I breathe a sigh at the hint of relief I feel from the motions. Stroking myself harder, faster, I watch her tremble with need and desire.
“Be a good girl,” I murmur.
She nods when I motion to the table. She perches on the edge of it, knees together and eyes wide and excited. I run a hand up the smooth skin of her thigh and she shivers at my touch. Goose bumps rise up and down her leg before racing up her belly and across her chest. Her nipples harden and I groan.
My cock pulses in my hand and I continue tugging it. Squeezing my eyes closed, I imagine her whispering, “I’m a good girl.” I can see her blue eyes lifting to meet mine and smell Bloody Mary’s on her breath.
With a growl, I try to hold back the urge to put my cock away and go to her place. I’m not ready to make demands. But I want her so fucking bad. By the end of this, she’s going to be mine.
I grab a blindfold off the wall and cover her eyes. Her lips part and a soft sigh escapes her. She’s at my mercy. Under my control. And I won’t make her regret it.
Biting down on my tongue, I hold back my orgasm. It’s going to be difficult to hold back with her. To go gentle with her. To ease her into this, because I want to fuck her.
I bend her over the table and cuff her wrists and ankles in just the right places. She’s open to me, bare, wet, glistening. Imagine the sound of the crop hitting her ass. I revel in the handsome bounce and the red mark that darkens instantly. She whimpers of pleasure and pain and I stroke harder. I want to hear her beg. Want to hear her cry out my name. Want to hear her beg me for more. I want her.
“Fuck.” The thought of her orgasm drives me to the brink and I continue working my cock and daydreaming of her. I imagine driving her wild, teasing her until she just can’t take it anymore.
She’s going to be my good little girl. And I’ll make sure all her needs are met and exceeded. She’ll stay pleased and happy as long as I have anything to say about it.
She gasps, “Again.” And the crop comes down hard on her ass, my name on her pretty lips and I feel my balls pull close to my body.
I’m on the edge. Do I want to hold back? Draw it out longer? Or just let go and give into the desperation making demands on my body?
“Please, Kane.” Her whispered plea is all it takes to decide. I grit my teeth, pump my cock to high heaven and explode. As the superheated jizz ejects from my body, I lose control. Shooting come all over my hand, my belly and the chair.
Fuck yeah. She’s mine.
And I have to bring her into my home, into this room. Everything is ready to go; I just need her.
“Perfect.” I end the call. Glancing toward the new addition off my master bedroom, I resist the urge to grin. Stacy doesn’t stand a chance.
I stand up and move toward the playroom. Closing and latching the door, I smile with satisfaction as it blends right into the existing wall. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d never see it. We can play in peace with no interruptions.
My fingertips trace the invisible line as I think about my plans.
It’s simple, really; tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.
What better day to show my appreciation and spoil her a bit? And I’m going to spoil her like the good girl she is. I’ve been making plans and phone calls for hours to make sure that everything will go off without a hitch.
I’ve ordered the flowers. I’m not sure what her favorite flower is, so I ordered several bouquets. Roses, of course, because they’re obvious. But I’m also sending several colorful orchids, a pretty decorative iris display, and some other things that caught my eye. I can only hope it’s too much. So much she melts into my arms.
I’m sure I look crazy for ordering so many flowers for one girl. But it’s also thrilling to spoil someone like this.
But I don’t stop there. I also order her some exotic chocolates from Sweden, some local hand-crafted chocolates from a shop that prides themselves on making the best chocolates in the United States, and top that off with an oversized stuffed unicorn.
Not a teddy bear.
A unicorn.
Because she’s my unicorn. My myth, the impossibly perfect woman to share my dark secrets with. And she’s innocent to what I’m going to do to her.
With all these offerings, she’ll also receive an invitation.
An invitation to come to my place for dinner.
Sure, it sounds innocent. Dinner at my place. What she doesn’t know is that—if all goes right—it’ll also be her first training session.
And all of that is just the beginning of my plans for her.
I can’t fucking wait.
7
Stacy
It’s a good thing Viv is out, because no way would she let me do something this risky and stupid. I ring the doorbell at Kane’s place and hold my breath until I see spots. Letting it out shakily, I draw in another and shiver.
Under my pink kitten overcoat, I’m wearing nothing more than a black and red lace bra and matching thong.
It’s super sexy and thrilling to know I’m just a strong breeze away from being caught. My nipples are so hard I’m sure they’re obvious even against my coat. Tingling heat settles in my belly and I let out a little sound of pleasure.
Maybe I’m making a mistake. I mean, he invited me to dinner and I’m here in just a coat and lingerie. But it’s Valentine’s Day, and he did send the most impressive spread of flowers, chocolates, and the biggest, most amazing stuffed unicorn I’ve ever seen. Which is amazing, because I love
unicorns. He has no way of knowing that, but it’s just lucky he didn’t stick to the expected norm for the holiday.
Not that I think anything Kane does is the norm. He marches to the beat of his own drum and I’m excited to get to join him.
But maybe I’d misinterpreted his gesture. We’d talked a bit about me being his kitten and him training me, but nothing has been set in stone. I wonder if he’ll get the connection of the kitty coat. Yeah, I know it’s corny, but a girl can wish right?
The thought makes my heart sink. I really want him to train me. I want to be his pet. His good girl. The thought sends more waves of warmth brimming through my body and I sigh.
Am I being impatient or is he taking forever to open the front door? I’m on time, right? I left my phone at home because I don’t want the distraction. Not tonight. I don’t want a single notification to take any attention away from Kane.
Which is another dumb move Viv would flip out over. I can imagine her yelling at me, asking me what if he’s a serial killer? I don’t even have my phone to call 911 if he tries to murder me. But she’s not here and I’m not afraid of Kane.
I’m not sure why, but I trust him. I don’t think he’d ever hurt me. At least, not in a way I wouldn’t like.
I hear the lock slide and my heart threatens to jump right out of my chest and my breath catches in my throat. I’m really doing this!
The door swings open and my mouth drops open. He’s in a tux. And he’s so freaking hot it hurts to look at him. His dark eyes assess me and he takes my hand.
My cheeks sting as he brings the back of my hand to his lips. Nobody’s ever done that before and it sends a whole new tsunami of heat crashing over me in a dizzying wave.
“You look beautiful,” he growls.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my heart thundering as I wonder when exactly I should reveal what I’m wearing… or not wearing. “You look amazing as always.”
He inclines his head, a wicked sparkle in his eyes that only agitates the molten heat swirling low in my belly. “Would you like me to take your coat?” He asks while he studies the kittens.
I shake my head, my heart pounding so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to faint. I’m going to have to give away my secret at some point. If he doesn’t already know.
He hesitates, then takes my hand and leads me into the dining room. The table is already set for two and I inhale appreciatively. “It smells amazing in here.”
He pulls my chair out for me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you. It’s a small dinner.”
I sit and he eases my chair in before taking his seat beside me. “I don’t want you too full,” he says, picking up his fork without taking his eyes off me, “since your training starts today.”
I shudder and freeze. I read him right. And now I know I’m dressed perfectly for the occasion. A slight smile tugs the corners of my lips. I will surprise him. I’ll save removing my coat until the very last minute and spring it on him.
His gaze searches my face, tracing my smile and meets mine again. “I love that sly little smile, but I worry what you’re planning.”
“Nothing bad,” I say, putting my hand on his. I take a bite of the delicious dinner, but I’m so nervous and excited about what’s coming next, I don’t pay a shred of attention to the food. Instead, I focus on him. The easy way he touches me, the way my heart thunders as his fingertips tickle the inside of my wrist.
“Are you nervous?” he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine.
I nod. I am nervous. But I’m more excited, happy, hot. But I can’t tell him any of that as he stands up and pushes his chair back. I take his hand and try to keep myself calm. Which is impossible; I’m about to do something very naughty with an incredibly handsome man.
We walk back into an enormous bedroom. The room itself is beautiful, but bland compared to what I was thinking. I mean, I don’t know what I expect, but this just seems… boring.
His warm fingers lace with mine and we keep walking through the bedroom up to one wall. I stop and stare at him as he stops in front of it. And a moment later, the wall opens.
I gasp. On the other side rose petals lead off into the room. Red-tinted lights and pink accents brighten up the dark room and I let out a quiet whimper low in my throat. My heart gallops in my chest and I struggle to breathe as he moves forward, pulling me over the threshold.
The whole room is a Valentine’s Day fantasy wonderland and I walk in a few steps as he stops and falls behind. I scan the walls, the toys, the tables and contraptions I’ve never even seen before. As I step forward, my slick thighs slide together and I remember that I still have a secret up my sleeve. A secret that might just drive him wild.
And the thought of him going wild sends a lightning-hot flash of excitement crackling through me. The scent of roses fills my nose along with the masculine scent of his cologne. I turn to face him and my hands tremble. He’s watching me, a hungry look in his eyes.
With careful hands, I open the front of my coat one button at a time. His eyes follow my hands down before locking on my face again. One by one, I release the buttons until the only thing hiding me from him are two flaps of cloth that could reveal me if I moved wrong.
Grabbing the lapels in my hands, I pull open my coat and his eyes brighten with surprise and satisfaction fills me. I did surprise him!
But the surprise in his eyes shifts to lust and every drop of moisture in my mouth dries right up.
The coat slips down my arms toward my hands and the perfect-temperature air caresses my exposed flesh.
I’ve never felt as sexy, as wanted as I do right now. And with the way he’s watching me, his jaw flexing like he’s struggling for control of himself, I’m breathless.
My coat slips to the floor at my feet in a semi-circle and I stand in front of Kane in nothing more than my sexiest lingerie. And he stares at me, his throat shifting slightly as he swallows hard.
He straightens up and prickling excitement races up and down my body, tingling hot and confusing. I back up a step, deliciously nervous about what he’s going to do next.
Without hesitation, he walks right up to me and leans in close. I back up, but the wall is right behind me and I meet his gaze. Holding my breath, I try not to show how nervous I am. He reaches past me and pulls something off the wall.
It’s a length of silken black material.
He moves to put it around my eyes, but I flinch back. Is he going to blindfold me?
He arches an eyebrow at me as my heart continues to pound out of control. “You can never tell me no in here. If you don’t enjoy what I’m about to do to you, you can leave now. If at any time, you want me to stop just say the word and I stop. Trust me. I will take you places you have never been. But you have to trust me.”
My cheeks sting. I’d agreed to do this. To be a good girl. And I really, really, really don’t want to stop. “O-o-okay,” I whisper.
He circles around me and I move with him like we’re dancing. But he motions for me to turn around. I do and his hand flattens between my shoulder blades. The pressure pushes me forward and I bend over the padded table in front of me.
His hand caresses my ass and I feel so exposed. I should have worn boy shorts, or something that covers my ass. What am I thinking?
Something stings across my butt cheek and I flinch with a muffled yelp. The pain sends heat screaming through me and my eyes unfocus. That’s not his hand. Fuck me. If this is what happens when I’m bad, maybe I want to be a bad girl all the time?
Do it again! I plead in my mind, but then his warm fingers dip between my thighs and pull my thong down my legs. I tilt my ass up to give him a better angle, silently begging him to spank me and push his thick fingers into me. Instead, he finds my clit and works gentle circles around it while I whimper. Gentle! No, I need more! My hips buck and I try to grind on him, desperate for more. More sensation, more pleasure, more pressure.
With my chest and belly pressed flat to the table, I inhale slowly. I’m at h
is mercy. He can do anything he wants to me right now. And I love every second of the vulnerability.
His fingers tease me just so and my belly coils up tight. I whimper, right on the edge of orgasm when his hand meets my backside with a solid clap. The sting wrenches a gasp from my lips and my body clamps down tight as ripples of pleasure crash over me.
“Mmm, you feel so good when you come.” His fingers slip inside me, rubbing my G-spot and drawing out a full-blown squirting orgasm. My whole body shakes and the juices flow from me and I can’t stop it.
He backs off a bit and I stay in place. I didn’t get permission to move and I’m sure not going to.
“I didn’t say you could come.” His palm comes down hard on my ass. I flinch and my clit swells. Doesn’t he know that’s what made me come in the first place?
“Now I have to punish you,” he says, leaning over me in a way that sends a primal urge through me to tilt my hips.
I nod and he gives a little growl of approval. He winds the dark material around my head and ties it off. “Can you see?” he asks.
“My eyes are closed.” I couldn’t see a thing. I didn’t want to. If he wants me blind and at his mercy, then that’s what I want to be. I want to experience this encounter exactly as he’s planned it.
Something slick and cool winds around my wrists and he ties my hands tightly. I’m bent over the table once more and my hands are lifted above my head. I’m stretched out across the table, my tits pressed flat and my ass on display for him.
It’s exhilarating. And terrifying. What is he going to do to me?
I can’t see anything. But without my sight, I feel him. Feel his body heat. I feel the flow of cooler air and hear my heart thundering in my ears. He kneels beside me and one of my legs is wound up with that same silk material. Then he moves to my other leg. They’re tied apart to the table. With my arms up over my head, I’m stuck in place and helpless to whatever he plans to do to me next.
And I’m going to enjoy whatever he comes up with.
