by Sara Fields
My mouth went dry. I was already exhausted, and he was ready to go again. He cupped the back of my head and I opened my mouth, knowing that was what he expected of me. Instead of thrusting hard into my throat, he pressed in slowly, his movements unhurried as he laid claim to my mouth. I balked as I gagged around him, trying to get used to his enormous size and utterly failing. I sputtered as I drew one breath through my nose followed by the next until eventually, I was able to maintain some semblance of control. I focused on taking him in my mouth like a good girl and closed my lips around his shaft.
I suckled as much of the length that I could, feeling a delicious tingle race down my spine as he leisurely used my mouth. I could feel his cock growing harder against my tongue.
“You’ve got such a warm little mouth. I’m going to make use of it often, pet,” he growled, and my core twisted in on itself with an incredibly intense jolt of need. The way he spoke never ceased to throw me off balance and it only seemed to make me hotter every single time.
His hand cupped the back of my head and the pace of my mouth-fucking slowly increased. I struggled to take him as he pressed himself deeper and deeper into my mouth and when he finally pushed past the tight ring of muscle at the back of my throat, I panicked for several long moments before I finally managed to gather myself. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. My punishment hadn’t ended. This was just another part of it, and I had no doubt that it was going to hurt just as much as the rest of it had. Even now, my throat was already beginning to ache from his thick cock.
He took control of my mouth and I did my best to suckle him.
“That’s right, my pet. Clean off my cock with those pretty lips,” he purred, and my pussy tightened at his words. I could feel the remains of his seed, as well as my own wetness dripping down the folds of my pussy and it made my thighs tremble at the thought of it.
I bobbed my head forward and back, taking him deeper with every movement. I gave him everything, trying to show him that I had learned my lesson with my mouth. I shivered with ever-growing need and moaned around him even though my cheeks and my throat had begun to ache. His cock was so hard, and I soon became nervous that he would outlast my abilities to please him, but I continued to work him as much as I could anyway.
“Reach between your thighs and touch yourself, my pet. I want to hear you scream for me with my cock inside this pretty mouth,” he demanded, and I gasped in shock. I whimpered around him and hesitantly reached to caress my pulsing clit. It was still sore and entirely too sensitive, but I obeyed him anyway and started using the flats of my fingers to pleasure myself.
It was difficult focusing on sucking him at the same time that I was touching myself. It was a confusing mixture of concentration and bliss that was difficult to maintain any semblance of control over and I soon gave up even trying. He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp firmly and used my mouth while I enjoyed playing with my pussy.
The more I explored my flesh, the more I surprised myself with how strongly my arousal returned even though I had come several times already. His cock throbbed against my tongue and I suckled harder, the wet sounds of my lips around him shamefully loud, which only served to make my desire simmer even hotter.
My core pulsed and I shuddered with need. I choked on his cock as he roughened his pace, forcing myself to take him as deeply as I could. He groaned and the first scalding hot spurt of his seed splashed against the back of my throat. I gagged for a fraction of a second before I was able to make myself swallow his cum. Over and over I gulped him down at the same time my own orgasm broke over me.
I moaned around him, his cock choking my sounds as I came for him. He groaned and thrust into my mouth as my tongue bounced shamefully off his cock.
When he was finished, he leisurely fucked my mouth as I cleaned him off. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, still shivering from the effects of my own orgasm. I met his eyes as I licked him, suckling the head of his cock and making sure that I gathered every last drop of his arousal with my tongue.
He pulled free from my lips and squeezed the back of my scalp before he finally released me.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. He took his cock in his hand and tucked it back inside his slacks. Then he knelt down and gathered my sore, well-used body in his arms and carried me out of the foyer. I was too tired and achy to really look at my surroundings, so I pressed my face into the crook of his neck instead. I breathed in the scent of him and languished in the warm feelings in my chest.
A deep buzzing sensation fluttered just beneath my skin and when he brought me into the bedroom, I lifted my head and looked around. The room was decorated in soft blues, muted grays and silvers, as well as cream. The bed was massive, definitely larger than a king and decorated with an extravagant number of pillows on top of it. There was a matching dark cherry wood bedroom set that had been intricately carved with swirling designs that reminded me of a swiftly flowing waterfall hurtling off a cliff. My eyes explored the room further, taking in the gracefully draped curtains and soft blankets over the side of the soft fabric couch. His bedroom was something out of a magazine and I knew I would have no trouble resting peacefully in such luxury.
He placed me on top of the mattress, and I curled up in a small ball, still feeling very languid from the expert bliss I’d experienced under his hands. I looked around and watched as he walked to a small table that was placed against the wall not far from the bed.
“Up on your hands and knees, pet. It’s time for you to become my kitten,” he murmured.
What?
“Do I need to tell you a second time, pet?” he said, the warning in his voice feeling more lethal now that I knew his palm could punish far more than just my bottom.
Timidly, I moved to obey him, and he cocked his eyebrow up at my unhurried movement. He didn’t admonish me, but I had a feeling that if I took any more time to obey his instructions, I would pay for it quite dearly. He cleared his throat expectantly and I placed myself fully up on my hands and knees. I arched my back just the slightest bit, lifting my ass as I did so, and he smirked in amusement.
After that, he turned away while shaking his head and I watched as he grabbed something on the bedside table. I didn’t look very closely, and when he turned back around and faced me, he was holding something in his hands. I focused on it and saw that it was a pair of black and white kitten ears attached to a thin headband. Honestly, it was sort of cute and I found myself drawn to it. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I didn’t know if I could move just yet.
He strode toward me and purposefully placed it on top of my head. Unable to help myself this time, I sat back on my heels and reached to touch the ears. The fur was incredibly soft. I adjusted them a little and pushed my hair out of my face. He smiled in appreciation as he gazed back at me. Then his eyes flicked back to the table.
I stared at him with a certain curiosity as he returned to the small pile of objects and picked up something else. He turned back toward me, and I was able to see that he was holding a collar, a thin black band decorated with a matching bow and a silver bell. He didn’t ask if I wanted to wear it. He just closed it around my throat.
It was tight, but not too much so. He checked the fit by slipping two fingers beneath it. He jerked me gently forward and hummed with pleasure. I reached up to touch that too. I ran my fingers over the back of it and found that there was no place to unclasp it. I touched the bow and I couldn’t contain my raging curiosity as I flicked the bell at the center of the collar.
The musical sound of its ring jingled throughout the room, echoing in the silence.
“Now I can hear you when you come crawling to me, my pretty little pet,” he said, smiling as he grazed his thumb across my cheek, and I felt myself blush at his words.
Would he really make me crawl for him? Did I want to?
“Now it’s time for your tail, my pretty little kitten,” he said firmly.
He strode back to the table and picked up the final
object on the table. It was a furry thing and when he returned to me, I could see that it was quite literally a tail. He held it in both hands, and I estimated that it was just over two feet long. The fur was a mottled mixture of white, grays, and blacks that looked to be soft to the touch, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. On one end of it was a bulbous metal object with a pointed tip.
It was a butt plug and I had little doubt that he had every intention of putting it inside my bottom. My blush deepened and I crawled backwards on the bed, wanting to avoid his grasp as much as I could.
“Come here, little kitten,” he instructed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “You’re going to go over my knee and I’m going to put your tail in that pretty little bottom.”
“I don’t want to wear a tail,” I answered.
“This is the tail that a good little kitten wears,” he explained. He held up the end of the tail, showing off the metal toy and I shivered nervously as I stared back at it.
“You see, this plug is quite small. When you’re naughty, this end comes in a much larger size that will punish that tight little hole enough to remind you to behave for your master,” he continued, and I hummed nervously.
He grasped my hand and pulled me forward gently. Even though I wanted to be defiant, I let him guide me over his lap. His palm settled on my naked bottom and he leisurely massaged my cheeks. He smacked them lightly and I cried out more out of surprise than actual pain.
“I’m going to give you a spanking, little kitten, not as a punishment, but because I want to see this beautiful bottom bright pink when I insert your tail for the first time,” he said firmly, and I wiggled over his lap. I could feel that his cock was hard yet again and my face heated even further knowing it.
He spanked me several times, but these smacks felt so very different than the ones he’d punished me with before. These felt deeper and far more sensual. Each spank radiated deep into my core, throbbing down straight to my overly sensitive clit. He spanked all over my bottom and even down my thighs. Before long, my hips were rising to his palm, shamefully riding his lap despite everything in me that tried to stop it.
Occasionally, his fingers would venture between my thighs. He explored my wetness, pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy and I spread my legs even wider.
“This bare little bottom needs to be much redder, doesn’t it, my little kitten?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. It took a long moment for me to realize I had actually said the words out loud and before I had a chance to take them back, the once gentle spanks turned a whole lot harder. I cried out in surprise as he painted my backside red with his palm. It hurt so much more because my skin was still so sensitive from the mass of sensation buzzing beneath it. I struggled to take the hardest ones as they moved down my thighs, but it was over soon after that.
“There now, that’s so very pretty,” he mused, as he dragged his palm across my freshly punished skin. I shivered and then I heard something click behind me. I tensed, but he pressed his fingers between my thighs and swiftly distracted me. He circled my clit and I moaned as he slowly pulled his hands away. He spread my bottom cheeks and I tried to push off his lap. He firmly pressed his palm against my lower back, ensuring that I couldn’t get away.
“Behave, little kitten, or else I’m going to make sure this will hurt,” he warned. I heeded his warning and jumped when his finger tapped my bottom hole. I tried to behave though, and he gradually increased the pressure against my tight rim. Nervously, I stilled and tried to fight his entry, but the harder he pushed, the more it hurt. He proceeded anyway, despite the soft whimpers escaping my lips. His finger was coated with my wetness and as much as I tried to fight him, he was relentless. The moment his thick digit breached my bottom hole, I cried out with shame as a sharp pinching sensation radiated around my tight rim and settled deep in my core.
He held his finger still for a moment and I shivered.
“I want you to know that every inch of your body is mine, kitten. When I want to touch your pussy, you will spread your legs for me. When I want to gaze at your breasts, you will show them to me, and when I want to explore your pretty little bottom hole, you will not fight me,” he commanded, and a fierce jolt of pleasure swirled deep inside me. He began to pump his finger in and out of me and as much as I wanted to deny it, I was beginning to like it. The more it continued, the more my clit pulsed. I was ashamed to realize that my pussy was quickly growing much wetter because of it too.
It was wrong. Taboo. Good girls didn’t enjoy getting their bottoms fingered.
Maybe I wasn’t a good girl. Maybe I was a dirty girl.
Something smooth and shockingly cold met my wet lips and I keened nervously. His finger continued to pump in and out of my asshole and then the object pushed into my pussy. It twirled and I gasped at the sensation. He thoroughly coated it with my wetness and before I had a moment to think about what he was doing; he removed his finger from my bottom and replaced it with the tip of the wet toy.
He’d used my own arousal to moisten the plug.
Almost with ruthless cruelty, he pushed it inside of me. My tight rim was still loosened from his fingers and the toy pushed into me with surprising ease, at least it did at first. The toy was wider than his finger though. Once it reached the peak, my body began to revolt, and I tightened against it. A flash of piercing pain hurtled through me and I panicked, but Silas immediately forced the rest of the toy inside me. For several long seconds, I struggled to deal with the intense pinching sensation before it finally faded away and I was able to breathe.
I felt the fur of the tail brush against my bare cheeks before he clipped it to the plug that he’d just put inside me. I laid over his lap, the full effect of being tailed, eared, and collared settling over me. I quivered with shame and unexpected arousal.
“There now, such a pretty little kitten,” he whispered. Slowly, he petted my backside, dragging his fingers across my scalded skin. Electricity raced across every nerve he touched, and I sighed with enjoyment.
I decided that I liked when he petted me. No. I adored it. More than anything, it offered a sense of connection that was just as thoroughly intoxicatingly as all the rest. It felt innocent, but I found myself craving it like nothing else. After everything I’d just gone through, it felt like such a simple caress. I arched my back and pressed against his fingers, moaning out loud as he traced his fingertips up my back and into my hair. When he began to massage my scalp, my sounds became much louder and he chuckled quietly at my enjoyment.
“You will find that when you are a good little kitten, you will be rewarded,” he whispered, and I mewled softly in response. Carefully, he lifted me off his lap and deposited me back on the bed. “Let me get a good look at you, kitten,” he demanded calmly, and I hummed nervously as I placed myself back on my hands and knees.
I put myself on display. For him.
The tail hung between my legs, the fur brushing softly against my skin. It hadn’t been lost on me that the ears matched the tail and I was appreciative of the fact that they did. I bit my lip, still a little embarrassed that I was dressed like this, but as I turned my head to gaze back at him, I soon realized that he very much enjoyed me like this. It was written all over his face and that satisfied me so deeply that I relaxed a bit more and put on a little bit of a show while he watched.
The plug felt heavy in my bottom. I swayed from side to side a little, which moved the tail in a shameful way that made my pussy tighten with need. It also made the plug inside me jostle just enough to ensure that I never forgot it was there.
He ran his fingers along my naked skin, and I pressed into his touch.
“You look beautiful, kitten. Simply perfect,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help but smile at his words. A warm tingling pulled at my heart, but I chose to ignore it as much as I could.
I didn’t want to have feelings for this man.
I was afraid I wasn’t going to have a choice.
Chapter
8
Chloe
“Are you hungry, kitten?” he asked quietly.
My stomach growled rather ferociously at his words.
“When was the last time you ate anything?” he asked, a touch of concern in his tone.
“I ate breakfast, sir. I totally forgot to eat anything else,” I answered, a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten to eat in all the excitement of the day. My voice shook a little bit and my bottom hole tightened around the plug. I was quickly realizing that I wouldn’t be able to forget about it for some time to come.
“I’m going to feed you dinner, little one. We need to make sure you’re well fed,” he whispered. I had half expected him to admonish me, but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hand in his and helped me off the bed. I sighed a bit in relief. I wasn’t sure how much more punishment I could take that night.
“Can I take out the tail?” I quipped and he chuckled.
“No, little kitten. You will be wearing that much of the night,” he answered, and I gasped softly in an effort to hide my surprise. “Come. Follow me to the kitchen. The chef will be able to whip something up for you,” he added.
“But,” I proceeded to say, and he cut me off.
“You will remain dressed as you are. You are my kitten and kittens don’t wear clothing, now do they?” he asked, his tone firmer than before.
“No, sir,” I answered, and I felt a droplet of my own arousal moisten my thigh.
“Good girl. Now follow me,” he directed.
I did and I blushed with every step. The tail was heavy, and it pulled on the plug. The fur brushed against the backs of my legs and swayed from side to side as I walked. It was long enough to just graze my calves and it made me warm with both shame and arousal. The collar gripped my throat and the bell rang just a little with each step.
As we walked through the hallway, I was able to get a better look at his penthouse. The blue and gray theme continued throughout the space and was incorporated in a number of ways from the light fixtures on the walls to the soft carpet beneath my feet. We passed a few rooms, many with the doors closed, so I couldn’t look inside. At least, not yet.
