Healing Cathy
Page 27
Paul stared at his mate and looked his fill. His preferred pose executed perfectly. Her hands clasped behind her back, feet shoulder width apart, shoulders back, breasts out, and her head held high. He had so many wicked scenarios running through his mind.
“Very good, kitten. You will not speak unless asked a question or to call your safeword. Understood.”
Cathy looked at him, her demeanor screamed serenity. “Yes, Paul.”
He walked around her, caressing her here and there. Her body vibrating under the effort to hold herself still.
“Such a pretty kitten, so soft and sweet. I could pet you all day. Maybe that should be your punishment. What do you think, sub? Should I keep you on edge for hours, taking you close to orgasm only to pull you back, time and time again, until you pass out?”
She whimpered, but didn’t answer. He smacked her left buttock hard, leaving a pink handprint behind. “Answer!”
“I don’t think I would like that very much, Paul.”
“No?”
She licked her lips and kept her eyes forward. She was good at this, a natural. “No, Paul.”
“Hmm.” He stood behind her, dug his fingers in her hair, and tilted her head to the side. He leaned in and licked his mark. “I want you to go to the ottoman, lay on your back, arms and leg spread eagle.”
She did as she was instructed. He went to the cabinet and retrieved a few toys to aid in his torture. “Close your eyes, kitten.” He grinned as he added his choices to the basket on the counter. His wolf rubbed his paws together. This was going to be so much fun.
“I am going to blindfold you, kitten.”
His kitten nodded, “Okay, Paul.”
“Such a brave little kitten.” He tied the black strip of silk around her eyes. “Can you see anything?”
“No, Paul.”
He attached the restraints to her wrists. Paul placed a wedge under her butt for easier access. He wrapped a strap around each thigh and hooked them to the cuffs around their wrists, placing her in a frog pose. She was open and completely vulnerable to anything he chose to do to her. Her excited pants and aroused scent filled the room. Paul adjusted his hard cock.
He ran his fingers along her hot, wet slit. She tilted her hips to gain more of his touch. He pulled his hand away and popped her swollen nub. She moaned at the erotic pain.
“Did I say you could move? Stay still.”
He lubed up the purple plug and placed the tip against her puckered star. He slowly worked it in and out of her, gaining ground with each pass. Cream leaked from her core and dripped onto the plug. He pushed the widest part of the plug passed her ring of muscles. Her body closed around the tapered end and held it in place.
“Fuck that’s beautiful, kitten.” He tapped the end of the plug, making her gasp. “Where are you, kitten?”
“Green, Paul.”
“Very good, mate.”
He kneeled between her legs, leaned over, and covered one of her nipples with his mouth. He sucked on the budding flesh, biting down lightly with his tongue. He tugged and pinched the other with his fingers. Her breath hitched, and she moaned at the twin sensations. He removed his mouth, blew on her moist skin, and watched in fascination as her little berry tightened even more. He moved to the other breast and repeated the action.
He sat back and smiled at her groan of protest. Paul removed the vibrator from the basket and turned it on the highest setting. Her body tensed under his at the humming sound. “Do you know what I have in my hands, kitten?”
“Yes, a vibrator.”
“Very good.” He placed the tip of the silicon phallus to her clit and her hips bucked off the table. He immediately removed it. “Do not move.”
When she stilled he started all over again. He thrust two fingers into her cunt and rubbed the vibrator back and forth against her clit. She panted faster and moaned louder. Copious amounts of cream leaked from her body as he brought her to the edge over and over, pulling back before she went over each time. Between the plug in her ass, his fingers, and the vibrator she didn’t stand a chance, her body no match for the sensations he created. He loved how well she responded to his brand of dominance.
Sweat covered her body and he could see the blindfold was damp with her tears. She begged, “Oh, please, please, please. Please let me come. Please, Paul!”
“Are you sorry for your sass?”
She responded with the quick, yes, though they both knew she was only sorry right now. She would do it again at the next available opportunity. He didn’t mind that at all. He loved her sassy little mouth. He took pity on her. She’d had enough, and he still needed to fuck her before his dick fell off.
“Come, kitten. Come now.”
She wailed, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Oh, my god I’m still coming. Oh, fuck, oh, make it stop. Mercy, no more.”
He abruptly pulled his fingers from her body, tossed the dildo on the floor, and undid her restraints. He lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed. He followed her down. He pulled her blind fold off. The love and devotion he saw in her eyes filled his soul. He kissed her and thrust his cock into her sopping wet pussy, simultaneously. The plug in her ass making her impossibly tight. He forced himself to stop and wait for her to adjust to the double penetration.
“Are you alright mate?”
She nodded. “Fuck yes.”
He pulled his cock out slowly, until the tip remained, then slowly entered her again. He kept up the slow torturous rhythm as much for her pleasure as his control. What he had left was hanging on by its fingernails.
Cathy dug her fingers into his ass, trying to urge him to move at a faster pace. He gritted his teeth and growled.
“You are not in control here, kitten. I will love you my way. Who is in charge in this room?”
“You are. Please, Paul! I don’t want slow. I’m begging, you are going to kill me. I swear. I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me, mark me.”
Cathy ran her hands up his back, wrapped her legs around his waist, dug her heals into the small of his back. Then the little vixen did something which nearly had him prematurely shooting his load as if he were fifteen again. Cathy used her pelvic muscles and squeezed his dick so hard she nearly snapped it in two. She was trying to return the favor and kill him. She dug her fingernails into his back, breaking the skin, and his control snapped.
He pulled back and thrust back in, his balls slapping against Cathy’s ass with the force. He didn’t think he would be able to stop, even if she begged him to. He pumped in and out of her body, increasing his speed and force with every thrust. Cathy’s soft, full breasts bounced and jiggled with every thrust. She reached up grabbed onto the headboard as he powered into her. Her moans had him on the edge and he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. He wouldn’t go over before she did. No fucking way.
Paul slid his hand down between their bodies, massaging her clit with his fingers, and leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. He let it go with a pop, then pierced the skin just above her nipple with his sharp canines, marking her as he dreamed, after the first time. Cathy screamed his name, her cunt pulsing and squeezing his cock.
His come shot from him with such force that it surprised him when her head didn’t explode. He slumped over her, holding himself up on shaking limbs. He licked his bite mark, closing the flesh with his saliva. Cathy threaded her fingers in his hair and massaged his scalp. He groaned in pleasure.
He pulled back and looked at her. Her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, her lips swollen from his kisses, stubble burn marked her cheeks, and her eyes were half-closed and sleepy. She was beautiful. “I love you.”
She smiled and sighed. “I love you, too. I’ll love you even more if you tell me I don’t have to move for a hundred years.”
“Luke will be back soon. I can give you an hour, what does that get me?”
She twisted her mouth, pretending to consider an offer. “Oh I know. Ten sass f
ree minutes of your choice.”
He chuckled and nipped at her chin. “I guess you weren’t sorry after all, huh, kitten? I might have to continuously punish you for the next seventy or eighty years.” He ground himself against her clit. “What do you think about that?”
“If that’s the sentence the law requires, then I guess I have no choice. Do you think you can handle it? I plan on being a very sassy sub.”
“Bring it on, kitten.”
“You got it, Sheriff. Maybe if you take this plug out of my ass, we can talk wedding dates?”
“That wasn’t even two minutes, sassy wench.”
The End
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Independent Author Kasey Belle, whose sarcastic tendencies and faulty filter will most likely lead to an untimely death, is a southern belle with a sexy imagination.
In 2006, tired of hurricanes and mosquitoes “The Belle” family moved on up, to the west side of the MS, to Las Vegas. Kasey currently lives there with her sweet southern boy/husband, the infamous "Outlaw", in their newly acquired empty nest. She is the mother of two grown children and grandma of a 2-yr-old fur-baby (cat) named Cosmo aka Princess Fuzzy-butt and a hamster named Taco.
In 2015, with her family's encouragement, Kasey turned a lifelong dream into reality and published her first romance novel, Their Cajun Queen, Copper Creek Pack Series, Book 1, a paranormal shifter ménage. Since then two more of Kasey’s novels have found their way into publication.
Kasey promises her readers few things: sexy, woobilicious alpha males; strong, snarky, sarcastic, sassy heroines; lots of hot, steamy sex, and a happily ever after. Other than that, the sky’s the limit, Kasey will fly as high as her little, kinky heart desires. In Kasey’s opinion, a good romance, is raw and honest, limited only by the author’s imagination, not dictated by what society deems as normal. Love is love, and all forms are beautiful.
When Kasey isn't writing and perfecting her craft, she is spending time with family/friends or kicking back with a bottle of Moscato. Kasey admits she's addicted to tattoos and books, and won't be seeking help
Other Works
Copper Creek Pack Series
Prideless
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Their Cajun Queen
Book 1
Best Friends Series
A Swing and a Dare
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Women Warriors Series, Book 1
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Adopted Pride
Twisted Kings MC Series, Book1
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An Unexpected Triad (Kell’s Story)
Copper Creek Pack Series, Book 3
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