by Red Phoenix
“What are you thinking?” he asks in a gruff voice.
“Your eyes…” I blush hard and immediately correct myself. “I mean, your eye is such an unusual color of green. It’s mesmerizing. I apologize for staring.” I lower my head, mortified at myself.
He puts his finger under my chin, lifting my head to meet his gaze again. “Relax. I am not easily offended.”
I blush a deeper shade of red and nod gratefully.
“This gift is for you.” He gives me the thin box he holds in his hand.
I lift the lid and let out a delighted squeak when I see a silver headband with the delicate cat ears outlined with sparkly crystals. He takes it from the box and carefully places it on my head.
“Perfect,” he states, looking at me with satisfaction.
I’m gratified by his praise and smile up at him as I touch the pretty headband with my fingertips. I never expected a gift.
“Thank you, …?” I pause, unsure of his name.
“Captain. You will call me what my men called me, Miss Cox.”
“Thank you, Captain.” The title suits him and explains the terrible scars he carries. It makes me adore the man even more.
“I was thinking a cat toy would be a good purchase before we leave.”
I can’t believe I have partnered with someone so romantically sweet and willing to play out my unusual fantasy. He guides me to the cat section and tells me to pick whichever item catches my interest.
I look over the huge selection of toys, feeling like a kid in a candy shop, and finally decide on a pole with pink feathers on the end of the string.
“Excellent choice,” he compliments, taking it up to the cash register. The cashier looks at him strangely while ringing up the purchase but says nothing as Captain escorts me out of the pet shop.
He leads me to a big, military-green vehicle, and I have to smile to myself. It looks like an Army truck to me. Captain gives me his hand for support as I get into the large vehicle—and, again, I am reminded of Ethan.
During the drive, he explains, “I don’t normally take submissives to my home, but it didn’t seem right to take my pet to a hotel.”
Pet…
My heart flutters when he calls me that. I can’t contain the joy I feel, and tears suddenly well up in my eyes. I try to blink them away, but Captain notices.
“Is everything okay, Miss Cox?”
I smile, nodding my head. “I’m so happy right now.”
He returns the smile, then looks back at the road.
“Captain?”
Keeping his eyes forward, he asks, “Yes?”
“My heart is beating so fast right now because this is my first time.”
He frowns, looking concerned. “For what?”
“To be someone’s pet. This is something I’ve dreamed about ever since…” I stop as visions of Liege’s face come to mind.
Unaware of my past, Captain asks, “How, exactly, did you find that you liked this particular fetish?”
Keeping my answer simple, I tell him, “I read about it on a website. Well, not exactly. I read a post by a Dom who was talking about his pet. It was so sweet, and it stirred something inside me. I just knew, right then and there. Ever since, I have dreamed about a scene like this, so thank you for being willing to play out my fantasy.”
“There is no need to thank me. You and I share similar interests.”
I cock my head, looking at him questioningly.
He keeps his attention on the road, stating, “Your fetish is my fetish.”
I bite my lip, thrilled beyond words.
I’m anxious to learn more about him and ask respectfully, “May I ask how you came to know pet play was your kink, Captain?”
“A good friend took me to a club and I naturally gravitated toward it. Never knew there was such a thing until that night.”
I grin, grateful to be partnered with someone so compatible.
He pulls up to a small house and helps me out of the car. I’m all nerves as he unlocks the door to his home and ushers me inside.
Captain’s home is comfortable but sparsely decorated and tidy, exactly what I would expect from a military man.
“This is very nice…” I tell him as he leads me to the couch in the main room.
“I’m not one for the frills, but I know what I like.”
“I like a man who knows what he likes,” I answer, then blush, knowing how cheesy I sound.
He sits down beside me and cradles my cheek. “Tonight, you are my pet, my beloved companion.”
My heart melts.
“From this moment forward, you will act naturally as the treasured kitten you are. My only expectation is that you willingly obey your master. If, for any reason, you wish to stop, call out your safeword.”
Instantly, Captain has made me feel cherished and safe.
“Do you understand?”
Having carefully listened to his instructions, I nod and let out a little mew.
He smiles. “Excellent.”
Captain stands up and asks me to join him. I tremble as his hands caress my skin and he slowly undresses me. With my clothes on the floor, he lightly runs his hands over my hard nipples and down to my buttocks. His gentle touch turns me on and I purr softly.
“You are missing something,” he informs me.
I watch as he picks up a pink collar with a jingly bell from the side table and places it around my neck. “This is a temporary collar, only meant for tonight.”
I get pleasurable goosebumps when he secures it around my neck. Afterward, he steps back to look at me, dressed only in my pet collar and cat ears.
“You are exquisite, my pet.”
I look at him adoringly and purr.
“I bet you’re thirsty after such a long day. Let me get you some milk.”
I watch Captain walk to the kitchen and return moments later with a golden pet bowl. He places it on the floor and sits back down on the couch.
“Now, drink, my pet. But keep your eyes on me while you do.”
I get down on all fours and lean down to lap the milk like a dainty kitten as I look at Captain. His hungry gaze travels over my body, but mine never leaves his face.
Studying the undamaged side of Captain’s face, I can tell he was an extremely handsome man. Truly, he still is.
His gaze meets mine again as I sensually lick the milk. There is an intoxicating chemistry between us, and I find myself already aching for him.
When Captain unbuckles his belt, the sound makes my heart beat faster. I watch with excitement as he unbuttons his pants and slowly unzips them. I stop lapping momentarily as he pulls out his rigid shaft and starts stroking it. Captain is a generously endowed man.
“Pet…”
I suddenly realize my mistake. Purring my approval of his manly asset, I continue lapping my milk, totally aroused as I watch him stroke that hard cock which will be stroking me inside before the night is out.
When I finish with my milk, I crawl over to him and playfully rub my cheek against his leg.
He pulls me up between his legs. “Lick your Master,” he orders.
I take a tentative lick of his smooth head and take pleasure when I hear his husky groan. I take little licks up and down his shaft before I take him into my mouth. When he cups the back of my head and begins directing my movements, I feel a gush of wetness between my legs.
I love being under his control as he teaches me without words how he likes his cock sucked. With one hand directing me, he uses the other to play with my hair, sending delightful tingles down my spine as I please him.
But Captain doesn’t come.
Instead, he pulls my mouth from his cock and picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom. Laying me gently on the bed, he begins to undress.
I watch as he kicks off his shoes before slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a toned chest covered in scars and salt-and-peppery chest hair. He then takes off his pants, briefs and socks, laying them on the side table before facing m
e in all his naked glory.
Captain is a sexy silver fox, and his hot body—scars and all—stirs my inner animal.
I get on all fours and wiggle my ass, moaning seductively like a cat in heat as I stare at him.
He shakes his head. “Oh, pet, you have your Master horny as hell.”
Captain pulls me to the edge of the bed and slides a condom on before he rubs his shaft against my wet pussy. I lower my chest and look back at him, beseeching him with my eyes to take me.
He groans as his pushes his cock into me, filling my tight pussy. I meow seductively, rotating my hips as he sinks deeper into me.
“Damn…” he growls as he grabs my hips and pushes all the way in, holding me there.
My body is on fire, waiting for the pounding to begin, but he pulls out.
I look at him and pout, wiggling my ass again, needing to be penetrated.
Captain shakes his head, warning me, “I want to pound you so hard right now, you may have to use your safeword.”
I purr, clutching the bed cover in anticipation.
Captain grabs my hips again, and I close my eyes as he enters me with one solid stroke. I bite my lip as he begins thrusting, each stroke long and deep. His cock demands I relax enough to take him, and I want it—I want to be claimed by him!
I howl in lustful pleasure as he begins to ramp up, pounding me so deep I am aware of nothing else but the strokes of his cock. The bell on my collar rings merrily with each thrust while the slapping sound of skin against skin fills the room.
Captain suddenly stops and holds me still. Without warning, my body hits the edge and starts pulsing as I climax. Before I am done, Captain starts up again.
I yowl in ecstasy as he claims me again.
This time, he keeps going past his own edge, stiffening before he comes long and hard deep inside me. Again, another orgasm sneaks up on me, and I come just as his ends.
He collapses beside me, spent.
I just stare at him in wonder.
When he glances over at me and catches me staring, he chuckles. “You never called your safeword.”
I shake my head, my bell tinkling prettily.
“Come here, you sexy kitten.” Captain pulls me close and holds me in his arms. I lie there in complete contentment, my soul flying high.
Captain begins stroking my hair. “When I read your fantasy, I was entranced. Now that I have you in my arms, I am doubly so.”
I purr against his chest, feeling equally captivated by this man.
Eventually, he gets up to clean off and comes back, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Clean up, my pet, and lie on the cat pillow beside the couch while I whip up something to eat.”
After freshening up, I lie down on the soft pillow while I listen to Captain cooking and smell delicious aromas wafting from his kitchen.
He walks out a short time later, carrying a plate and fork. He lays it on the coffee table, then orders me to come and sit on the floor beside him.
I lean against his leg and stare at the plate.
“I thought, what better nourishment for my sexy kitten than some fresh fish?”
Captain breaks off a tender, flaky layer of the salmon with his fork and feeds it to me. The taste of lemon melds well with the subtle sweetness of the fish. I purr in pleasure after swallowing it.
I watch as he takes his own bite and winks at me. With a romantic flare, he hand-feeds me, sharing the entire plate with me. Afterward, he picks up the feather toy I picked out and swings it in the air.
I’m in a frisky mood and playfully bat at the feathers, caught up in the simple joy of it. Captain’s low chuckle as I pounce and capture it warms me inside.
Our partnership is easy and natural, both of us fulfilled in the roles we have chosen.
After my frolic, I can see that Captain’s expression has changed. The look in his eye is one of desire. I crawl over to him and lay my head in his lap, looking up at him with need.
He pets my head and asks in a low, husky voice, “Are you ready for me to challenge you again?”
In answer, I move up and give him a light kiss on the nose.
He grabs the back of my head, kissing me deeply as his tongue explores my mouth.
Captain’s passion seems unquenchable as he carries me back to his bedroom and we spend the next few hours pleasing each other.
Defending Her
Captain
It’s been weeks since I’ve seen Candy and am surprised when I spot her at The Haven, along with the trainers of the Submissive Training Center. It appears her class is being introduced to the club by the staff of the school, and she has been slated to scene with Tono Ren Nosaka, the Kinbaku artist.
I hang back to watch her scene with the bondage master.
A large crowd has gathered, and I catch a glimpse of Miss Bennett among the multitude. We all watch with anticipation as Nosaka finishes adjusting his knots before lifting Candy into the air.
It is truly an inspiring sight, seeing the look of ecstasy on her face as she slowly twirls in the air, suspended in the beauty of his jute. The Japanese Master has created something truly beautiful with his intricate knots, making her look like a stunning piece of art.
Nosaka whispers to Candy as his hands glide over her body, adjusting the knots. She’s in an almost trace-like state, wearing a relaxed smile on her lips as she twists in the air above the jute mat. She seems the perfect canvas for his artistry, and I am both turned on and inspired watching them scene together.
I leave before she notices me but, eventually, Candy finds me later that evening. “Captain, I just had to come and say hi. I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you here!” She bows her head, unable to hide the smile on her lips.
I am humbled that she has sought me out. “It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Cox.”
“I wanted to thank you again for the most incredible evening of my life, and for the wonderful evaluation. All my classmates were jealous.”
“My evaluation was fair and honest.”
She blushes. “I was deeply honored by your praise, Captain.”
I find everything about this girl alluring. It’s a damn shame my age and condition preclude me from pursuing her.
However, I am grateful for our auction encounter, a rare opportunity the Submissive Training Center’s unique curriculum has afforded me. “I’m glad to hear you enjoyed our time together, Miss Cox.”
Her eyes flash with excitement. “I did, Captain. To be honest, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Oh, that I was twenty years younger, I think to myself.
Rather than commenting on her last statement, I tell her, “I trust you are doing well with your studies?”
She grins. “I love the Training Center! It’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Good.” I look at my watch, wanting to let her interact with the other Dominants. “Well, I’d better let you go. It’s time you start introducing yourself to the other Doms in attendance.”
She smiles shyly. “Actually, Captain, I’d prefer to spend time with you, if that’s okay?”
I give her a rare smile, touched by her misguided compassion. She should not concern herself with me when she has the chance to mingle with better-suited Dominants. “Miss Cox, you have a golden opportunity here. Don’t waste it on an old man.”
She wraps her arm around mine. “Please, Captain.”
I shake my head, wearing an amused smile as I lead her to the bar in the center of the club. Since she does not wear a collar, sitting here will give other Dominants the opportunity to approach her while we talk.
As I guide her to a seat, I inadvertently brush the fresh scar on the back of her shoulder. I’d noticed it the night we scened together, but I had thought nothing of it.
I order two lime and sodas, wanting to avoid alcohol so we both remain clearheaded. “I saw you with the Kinbaku master earlier,” I mention casually.
“You did?”
“I
was not the only one. It was a well-attended scene. I must say, you looked breathtaking suspended in rope.”
“Tonight was an amazing experience,” she says with a light blush. “Tono Nosaka is a talented artist, and he’s so humble and gentle.”
“He is, and I noticed you two worked well together.” I want to point Candy in the direction of Masters I hold in high regard.
A Dominant comes up to introduce himself to Candy. While they talk, I glance at her bare shoulder, taking a closer look at the scar.
A cold chill runs through my veins.
I’ve seen that type of scar before. I know exactly what causes it because Grapes was covered in those scars.
After the Dom leaves, I ask her, “Who gave you that scar, Miss Cox?”
Candy looks at me self-consciously, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter, Captain.”
“Who did this?” I repeat, unwillingly to let it go.
“No one you know…” she answers, evading my direct question.
“Tell me, pet,” I reply in a gentler tone, genuinely concerned for her.
Candy looks at me with shame in her eyes and whispers, “It was someone I was collared to.”
Instantly, my blood pressure shoots up. “Why would he do such a thing?”
“He wanted to improve my endurance.”
“This is clearly abuse.” I growl angrily.
Seeing my concern, Candy caresses my scarred cheek. “Captain. Headmaster Coen handled the situation. I’m okay now. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” I insist.
“It was my fault.” She looks down, unwilling to look me in the eye. “I was stupid and let a guy I didn’t really know collar me.”
“This is not your fault.” I can’t stand the idea of anyone hurting her, much less someone claiming authority over her as a Dom. “The wrong lies entirely with him.”
Tears fill her eyes. “But I shouldn’t have been so foolish. I was stupid to trust him.”
I put my finger to her lips. “Enough with calling yourself stupid. It stops now.”
When she nods, I remove my finger. “There is no excuse for what that man did. It is morally wrong to abuse anyone, much less a submissive you have collared and promised to care for. The man needs to be severely corrected.”
