Uniform Fetish

by 10 Author Anthology

  Heat climbed into her cheeks when she stepped up to the shower cubicle and saw the cracked tiles. He had punched them then, and her stomach tightened in need at the thought that she had that effect on him.

  Taking a deep breath, Cat strolled out of the bathroom and before she lost her nerve, rapped on his bedroom door. It opened instantly, and she stumbled into the dark room, and would have fallen had Rhys’s strong arm ‘round her waist not caught her.

  Cat shrieked, and with one hand buried in her long hair, Rhys swung her around until she faced the wall. He crowded her against the cool surface, until her breasts were squashed against the wall. The door fell shut with a dull thud that seemed too loud in the quiet room. Cat struggled to get enough oxygen into her lungs, as he kicked her legs apart and angling her head licked along her rapidly beating pulse point in her neck.

  “Finally. I was beginning to lose the plot waiting for you to make up your mind, my sweet little cat.” His harsh breathing in her ear turned her on even more, and she whimpered when he bent his knees and the thick and incredibly hot tip of his cock slid through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit on every upstroke, and they groaned in unison. A renewed gush of her juices coated her pussy lips and trickled down the inside of her thighs.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me you’re mine, Cat. Tell me you want this. I need to fuck you.”

  The strain in his voice matched Cat’s need, and she whimpered as he ran his cock through her slit again, and then withdrew. He bit her earlobe hard, and then soothed the sting with butterfly kisses. Rhys kissed along her neck taking the strap of her nightdress with him. Letting go of her hair he did the same to the other side until her arms were trapped by their sides. Cool air skittered across her swollen folds when he lifted the hem of her nightie and using her long hair as anchorage twisted the material of her nightdress in such a way that she was trapped. Unable to move her arms, and with her scalp stinging in just the right amount of pain to increase her arousal, head flung back, legs spread wide, she couldn’t move.

  Rhys pulled her hips backwards until she fully leant against the wall, and her butt stuck out.

  “Such a beautiful sight. The moonlight caresses your flesh, and it’s just asking to be marked by me. Tell me that I can, little subbie. Answer your Sir.”

  Happiness bubbled up inside Cat at the emotion behind those growled words, and she whimpered in need. Rhys’s hand crashed on her ass with so much force that she stumbled, and he swore.

  “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere, little cat. Not until I’ve fucked you so hard you won’t ever want to leave me.”

  Another swat to the other side this time took her breath away, especially as there was the unmistakable rustle of foil and then nothing but unbelievable pressure as Rhys thrust into her pussy. All the breath whooshed out of her, and she screamed at the painful invasion as he forced her vaginal tissues apart to accommodate his thick length. Cat whined her distress, and Rhys stilled inside of her, giving her time to adjust, while he reached around and fingered her clit. With the other hand he pulled the nipple marred by Miss Patty Pat, and the sharp pain shot straight to her clit. Another gush of her wetness soaked them both, and Rhys slid into the tight clasp of her body that last crucial inch, and discomfort gave way to pleasure.

  “Oh, yessss.”

  Cat hissed and pushed against him as much as her position would allow, and Rhys groaned into her neck. He bit down hard, and Cat clamped down around his cock. Rhys swore. He jerked inside of her and pulled out. Cat moaned her denial even as another swat to her ass made her blood sing. The sting morphed into pleasure, and she barely heard Rhys’s voice over the roaring in her ears as he delivered several more swats to her behind. Heat rolled across her whole body and her clit clenched anew when Rhys massaged her hot cheeks, and then spread them wide. He blew against her nether hole, and everything inside Cat stilled at his whispered promise.

  “One day soon, I’ll fuck you in here. My little cat would like that I think. Answer me.”

  Another swat to the inside of her thigh this time made her jump, and Cat groaned.

  “Yes, please, Sir. Anywhere I’m yours. Please just fuck me.”

  ****

  There they were. The words Rhys needed to hear. Delivered in that deep throated voice of hers they made his balls draw up to his body, and Rhys stepped away to give himself breathing space. Seeing his Cat all trussed up, her ass hot and red from his hands, her thighs wet with her arousal was such a fucking turn on. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he said to her he needed to fuck her. He could barely see straight, despite his earlier spectacular release in the shower. She must have heard him, and he could have sworn he had caught her own shout of release. The thought that she had been lying in his guest bed, masturbating at the same time as he was had been so fucking erotic that he had hardened again almost immediately. He would ask her to do so in front of him soon. That would be fucking hot to watch, especially if he forbid her from coming. Rhys dropped down to his knees and grinned. Oh, they were going to have so much fun.

  Using his thumbs he spread her puffy folds wider, and a shudder went through his girl. From this position he could admire the way her pussy hole quivered and clenched, begging him without words. More of her juices glistened in the moonlight. With no clouds in the sky the full moon was a brilliant orb in the night sky, and with his curtains open his bedroom was illuminated perfectly for his needs. Of course it would afford any of Cat’s neighbors who happened to look across the street a perfect view of their activities, but that just added to the whole sensuality of it all. Rhys loved showing his subs off. No one ever got to touch his play partner, and he would deck anyone who would try that with his Cat in particular, but he did like to be watched.

  Rhys licked along her sensitive skin, taking care to avoid her clit. He wanted her to come around his cock. The little bundle of nerves stood proud and erect, just begging for his touch, and he blew across it.

  “Fuuuuck, please, Sir?” Cat’s muffled groan made the sadist in him strut and want to prolong this, but the ache in his own balls meant he couldn’t. He would lose his shit otherwise, and he wanted to come balls deep inside of his little cat with her milking his dick.

  He bit the inside of her thigh, and Cat’s legs jerked. Grasping her hips to steady her, he lapped at her juices and feasted on the taste of her, as she lumbered toward release. Her little mewls and moans made his own release build in waves, and he withdrew from between her legs before she had a chance to come. Cat swore again, and Rhys laughed.

  “Careful there, little cat. Foul language like that will get you gagged, and you won’t be allowed to come at all.” Straightening he stepped back and drank in the beauty that was his Cat.

  “If only you could see yourself, all trussed up and at my mercy. And you know anyone can see us. If your neighbors look out of their window they get a full view of your red ass and your greedy little wet cunt, all puffy and needy. You want my cock so badly, don’t you, little cat? Perhaps we should move this to the window so that they can properly see?”

  Without waiting for her response Rhys steered her to the window by her hair, until her top half was flattened against the pane of glass, and she was kneeling on the window seat. He turned her head to gauge her reaction, and pride filled him at what he saw. Her flushed features spoke of her arousal, and her beautiful eyes had that glazed look he loved to see. Still he needed to be sure.

  “Give me a color, little cat,” he said, and Cat moaned and licked her lips.

  “Green, please, Sir, fuck me.”

  He spanked her ass cheek one last time, satisfied at the way her flesh wobbled and her mouth opened on a silent O.

  “For that I’m going to fuck you so hard, girl.”

  Aligning himself with her pussy hole, Rhys pushed in slowly, mindful of her need to adjust to his size, and he swore when her cunt muscles clenched around his dick. Rhythmic ripples raced up and down his prick, and he was only half way in.
<
br />   Rhys yanked her hair hard, and Cat gasped as he slid in to the hilt, only to retreat and surge in again. Like a warm, wet fist her body welcomed him, and Cat’s incoherent noises spurred him on. One hand braced on the window pane he gave himself over to the delights of his sub’s body, and this time he didn’t fight his release. It build in waves of pressure from the bottom of his spine, drew his balls up tight, and erupted through his cock like an athlete sprinting to the finish. Cat shook and screamed, and she clenched around him, as her own release wrenched from her, and she took him right with her. Sweat dripping into his eyes, he thrust into her body in jerky, uncoordinated movements, as he emptied his seed into the condom, wishing like hell there were no barriers in the way. He wanted to see her dripping in his cum, see his seed trickle out of her, until she was completely marked by him, branded as his.

  When his dick stopped pulsing and Cat’s shudders subsided, he pulled out of her slowly, tossed the used condom onto the floor for now, and quickly freed Cat out of her makeshift bonds. She collapsed against him, moments before the lights came on in Ethel’s flat across the road, and the elderly woman appeared at the window to let in Miss Pitty Pat. It seemed the cat was up to her usual trick again.

  Rhys stepped into the shadows to hide them from view, and Cat groaned and buried her face in his chest.

  “God, do you think she’s seen us?” she asked, and Rhys chuckled and carefully deposited his precious girl on the bed. Cat winced when her butt made contact with the sheets, and Rhys kissed her.

  “Sorry about that. I might have been a bit hard on your ass, but it looks beautiful now.” Cat gave him a shy smile that warmed his soul, as did her next words.

  “That’s okay, Sir. I like to be reminded who I belong to.”

  “And who do you belong to, little cat?” he asked with a grin, and joined her on the bed. Cat yawned and snuggled into his side as he pulled the covers over them both and activated the shutters that would keep the impending sunrise out. He had a few days off now, and he wanted nothing to disturb his time with Cat. They would both need their sleep now, and then they would be able to hash out their dynamic whenever they finally woke up.

  “You, Sir. It’s always been you, but I thought…” He squeezed her sore ass, and Cat yelped and went limp against him.

  “Enough. No more talk of that. I love you, Catherine Martin, so you best get used to that idea.”

  He could feel her smile against his skin as she traced his tattoo with her lips, and his cock stirred back to life. Like the good little subbie she was, Cat noticed and trailing kisses down his abdomen worked her way south until she reached his semi hard staff. Rhys drew in a sharp breath as she took him in hand and swirled her tongue across the sensitive head.

  “Jesus, Cat, have mercy.” He grunted the words through gritted teeth, as she closed her mouth over his dick and swallowed him down. In seconds he was fully hard and raring to go, and Cat hollowed her cheeks and sucked in earnest. Seeing her pale fingers on his dark flesh, her lips stretched around his thick girth proved too much for Rhys’s self-control. Holding her soft blonde hair out of the way to enable him to see what she was doing he thrust up into her mouth, and Cat groaned around his dick. Rhys fell back on the bed and, grasping her hips, lifted her until she straddled him in such a way that her pussy was in right in front of him. He bit down on one hot ass cheek and then the other, and Cat lost her rhythm. A gush of her juices coated her thighs, and spreading her wider Rhys went to work. For every tug of hers on his penis, he delivered several licks along her slit, and when he bit down on her clit and pushed three of his fingers into her cunt at the same time Cat screamed around his dick, as her internal muscles squeezed the shit out of his fingers.

  The vibrations along his cock sent him, too, over the edge, and Rhys shot his load deep down Cat’s throat, as she did her best to swallow his cum.

  Spent, she collapsed on top of him, and they lay in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs, until their breathing evened out. Eventually Cat crawled off him, and he pulled her back against him.

  The last thing he heard before exhaustion claimed him were Cat’s whispered,” I love you too, Sir, and I really hope Ethel didn’t see us. She’ll be so smug with her I told you so.”

  Rhys briefly wondered what on earth she could mean, and then shrugged his shoulders and grinned. It really didn’t matter. He had his little cat, at last.

  ****

  Over the road Ethel shut the window after her cat.

  “Well done, Miss Pitty Pat. Now, let’s get that muck washed off you, shall we? The things one has to do to get those young folks to admit their feelings for each other. You did very well, my sweet.”

  Miss Pitty Pat gave an indignant meow. Humans, they were so dim at times…

  The End

  www.dorisoconnor.com

  TO SERVE AND PROTECT

  Sandra Bunino

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  Derrick Maddox rubbed the heels of his palms into his eye sockets and shifted his weight in the squeaky chair. “Tell me again why we’re spending another night stuck in this closet hunched over a monitor?” He peered over his shoulder at his partner, Reginald Turk, whose fingers were deep in a bag of potato chips. Maddox figured their glorified security guard stint at Weatherby’s was a one-night thing for the jewelry store’s grand opening. But one anonymous tip about a possible hit called into the station had stretched Maddox and Turk’s assignment to a week, maybe more. Weatherby’s, the diamond choice of New York’s rich and famous, had deep pockets and was willing to fund the NYPD’s overtime payroll for undercover cops on security detail. Nothing was going to tarnish the allure of the new SoHo store Maddox called “Glitz and Glamour on Steroids”.

  “You know the chief when he gets something up his ass. Said he had a burning hunch about a lead that came in. Want some?” The bag crinkled near Maddox’s ear.

  He waved the chips away. “Nah. I’m dying for some real food.” His stomach rumbled a confirming protest. His mouth watered at the thought of a juicy bacon cheddar burger from his favorite pub. “Want to hit McAvery’s when we’re outta here?” Maddox asked Turk and checked the clock ticking away on the wall. One hour. He could stave off his hunger for an hour.

  “No can do. Deb has dinner waiting for me.”

  “Lucky shit,” Maddox grumbled. Turk just celebrated his one year wedding anniversary. The only time Maddox envied his partner’s marital status was when Turk mentioned his wife’s cooking. Maddox unfolded himself from the torture trap of a chair and shook the pins and needles from his foot. “I’m gonna take a walk. Keep an eye on the monitor.” Maddox pointed at the screen, giving it a passing glance as he reached for the doorknob. He stopped in his tracks. Narrowing his eyes, he took a step toward the desk and tapped his fingers on the mouse, zooming up on an image.

  “Whatcha got?” Turk asked.

  “It can’t be…” He focused on a woman who’d entered the store. She stopped and seemed to scan the floor before her eyes flicked upward and stared into the camera. He’d know those eyes anywhere. They were like large pools of innocence the color of summer moss growing on rocks along the New York harbor. Those innocent eyes got him in trouble more times than not. He glanced at his partner. “She’s someone I used to know a long time ago.”

  Turk turned his chair to get a better view of the screen. “Damn. That’s one hot piece of ass. Who is she?”

  “A high school friend. Remember the story I told you about how I ended up in military school?”

  “Your father kicked your sorry ass into military school after you got caught stealing a carton of cigs, right?”

  “Yeah. She was my partner in crime that summer.” Maddox nodded at the monitor.

  “No shit?” Maddox and Turk stared at the screen. “Think she’s got something to do with the tip? She looks a little nervous-like.” Turk voiced the exact thought that rolled through Maddox’s head. Her demeanor was not that of a casual shopper. She was up to some
thing. Her fiery red tresses swept across her shoulders as she repeatedly shifted her gaze from the jewelry cases to the front door. “Looks like she’s waiting for someone.”

  Maddox pulled his leather jacket from the back of the chair. “Yes, it does, and I’m about to find out who.”

  “You’re going out there?”

  Maddox shrugged. “She doesn’t know I’m a cop. I’ll play the long lost friend bit. Find out what she’s doing here.” And where the hell she’s been for the past five years.

  Maddox strode from the tiny room, closing the door behind him. He walked soundlessly down the hall toward the buzz of the sales floor. Maddox was a pro at blending into the crowd. He had a knack for being noticeable and nondescript at the same time. He crept up behind her but stopped a few feet short while she appeared to be examining the jewelry case in front of her. Maddox spotted a small camera in her hand that was busy snapping pictures of the case’s contents.

  He moved in closer and leaned over her shoulder, speaking softly in her ear. “Jaz McGregor?”

  Her back stiffened, and she stuffed the camera into her coat pocket as she twirled around. Her face, white as the snow that had fallen over the city sidewalks the night before, contrasted with her red curls. Her gaze washed over his as the fear in her eyes melted into recognition. “Derrick?”

  He nodded and smiled. “How ya doin’, Jaz?”

  She pressed her palm to her chest. “You scared the crap outta me. No one calls me that anymore. Not since … well, not for a long time. It’s good to see you,” she said and lifted both hands to his shoulders. He returned her embrace, careful to keep the side his holster rested on away from contact. A whiff of coconut from her hair invaded his nostrils, sending sizzling memories of her curls tickling his chest and stomach during hot summer nights in the park. “What are you doing here?” Jaz asked.