He didn’t moved or touch her in any other way. “Be sure you know what you are asking for, my little Pussy Kat, because I don’t like being ignored.”
“I’m sure, please.”
“Yes, I am sure you are.” He chuckled, and then got very serious. He lowered his head next to hers and kissed her cheek.
“You belong to me and only me. You are my pussy.” He growled out the last part right next to her ear, driving his point home with a quick smack to her ass. He drove her crazy. All she could do is lay there and shake wantonly. Nothing in her training ever told her how to handle a man like him. He was everything and then some. He was testosterone and virility all wrapped into one.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back and licked her neck. “Do you like it rough, my little Pussy Kat?”
Lost in her delirium, she mumbled, “Yes, oh please yes.”
She felt his hand on that same spot and shuddered again, this time all of her, not just her ass cheek. When he drove his hand home, it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. A low moan escaped her lips. Oh yeah, she wanted him like this. Her body craved it.
“It would appear my Pussy Kat likes this. Does my little pussy want me to continue?” he asked as if he were offering her something forbidden, something divine.
“Yes,” she managed to whisper between her clenched teeth.
A sudden crack filled the room. The noise shocked her, and then she felt it. The burn. The flash fire of his hand connecting with her ass, as it heated her core. His voice brooked no recourse. “Is that how you answer me?”
She tried to look away, but his hand held tightly to her hair, holding her head in place. She stammered, “Please, Master.”
His beautiful grin spread across his face as he spoke. “That’s my pretty Pussy Kat. Such a good girl,” he said, petting her as if she were some precious animal. Only she was. She was his to do with as he pleased. He dragged his nails along that sweet spot where her ass met her thigh, clawing her as a cat would. She purred against his touch. “That’s right, Pussy Kat, purr for me. Feel what I can only give you.”
She didn’t know what came over her, and in one quick move, she was kissing him square on the mouth, her hands all over him. He moved quickly, and she soon found herself pinned beneath him. He gave her that sexy, cocky grin that he knew she couldn’t resist. “I think my little Pussy Kat thinks she’s in charge. Now, I know that can’t be possible, can it?”
“Sorry, Master.” She giggled, then stretched out, feeling really relaxed and at peace. Something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Of course, while she was laying there reveling in her peace and serenity, he had pulled a set of handcuffs out from the nightstand, and it wasn’t until he locked the first one around her wrist, securing her to one part of the bed, that she realized what he was doing.
“Hey, wait a minute…” she said quickly, but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. He was dark, pure sexual predator, and she didn’t protest, complain, or resist. She didn’t even know if she was breathing at that point. He stretched her other arm out silently and clicked the other set of cuffs into place.
When he melted her with his stare, she knew he wanted her to spread her legs.
Slowly she spread her legs wide, but he didn’t seem to be in a real hurry to complete her lockup. He ran his fingers slowly down her arms. It tickled, felt good, and she wondered how that could possibly turn her on? She never liked being tickled before, not even as a small child, but with him, she liked it. Maybe it was him, staring at her with such an intense look in his eyes while he stroked her. She started to close her eyes to enjoy his ministrations when he cleared his throat and looked at her. He didn’t have to speak. She knew he wanted her to stay in eye contact with him. He was making her crazy to watch him like this, to have him look at her as if he would like to make a meal out of her.
His hands moved to her neck. He lifted her head and gently pulled her hair out of the way so she was not laying on it. It was such a small gesture, but meant the world to her. She felt his nails on her shoulders running up her neck. She couldn’t stop her body from quivering under his touch. Slowly his hands made it to the top of her breasts. They drifted down to the sides, causing her to giggle again, and yet making her nipples even harder as he ran his fingers closer.
Slowly with his index finger, he made the smallest of movements as he started at the outside of her areola and worked his way in a circular motion until his finger encountered her nipples. Every flick of his nail made her arch up, silently begging for more. She gasped as she felt his tongue lick her hard nipple. Her eyes never veered away from what he was doing as he teased them as if he had all the time in the world. She looked up from his mouth into his eyes just as she felt his teeth sink into her. She tried to move against him, begging him with her body that she needed more, so much more. She needed him in her. “Master!”
“So impatient, my little Pussy Kat. Now be a good pussy and let me enjoying petting you.”
His teeth sank into her nipple again as his hands ran down her body, exploring, teasing, and making her skin come alive. All she could do was watch and enjoy every touch, lick, bite, and suck that he did to her flesh. Her orgasm built the more he stimulated her. She needed to feel him. She started to shake as his onslaught continued.
She was shaking and began pleading, then begging, “Please, Master, please.”
“Such a sweet Pussy Kat,” he said as he continued kissing down her stomach, all the while looking at her. Unable to tear her eyes from his, she felt his hot breath caress her swollen, wet cunt lips. “Oh look at this pretty pussy.”
Unable to control herself, she strained against the handcuffs, trying to reach him as she begged with raw need, “I need to come, Master.”
“No,” he growled as she felt his finger trace along the outside of her lips.
All around her clit, he teased her, inserting his finger just enough to get it moist. Then back up again, rubbing around her clit. His two fingers slid on each side of her pussy as he reached out with his tongue and flicked her clit. She bucked and arched against him, unable to help herself. He pushed her down, holding her in place as he began to devour her.
Licking, sucking, and biting her.
She was close. Her whole body, wound tight, was ready to snap.
He continued to bring her right to the edge repeatedly. Bucking and shoving her hips at him in a silent plea, begging, needing, as he still denied her. Once again, he brought her to that edge, stopping long enough to look at her. He said one word, “Come,” then leaned down and sucked her clit hard, back into his mouth, his teeth barely nipping it, as her body finally released a low guttural growl that vibrated through her body as she exploded.
Slowly he began to lick her from her tight asshole to her clit as she continued to spasm against him. The emotional release was almost as strong as the physical.
“This pussy is mine.” He growled out right before she felt him thrust deeply into her. Her body clamped down tightly on him, twitching, so close to coming again. She opened her mouth to say something as his mouth descended on hers. She tasted herself on his lips. Closing her eyes, she lost herself, feeling his breath on her neck asking her, “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, Master,” she whispered.
“My what?” he growled with force.
Her mind whirled. “Your pussy, Master”
“That’s right, Pussy Kat. This is my little pussy.”
“Yes,” she screamed as he hammered his thick cock into her cunt, stretching her beyond anything.
He growled, “My pussy,” as her whole body screamed out another release. She clamped down so hard he could barely slide in and out with his thrust. She felt his hand slide up to her neck as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, spurring her on into the next one.
“Don’t stop, Pussy Kat!” he shouted, his hands tightening on her throat as he thrust harder. She felt him squeezing her neck. Her body throbbed as another orga
sm rippled through her.
“Come on, Pussy Kat. Give me more,” she heard him say as he pounded roughly into her.
Her orgasm ripped through her like rapid fire. She felt him pulse, harden, and thicken inside her as he got closer to his. He gave her one last squeeze on her throat, and then suddenly let go as the blood rushed quickly back to her head.
“Master!” she muttered almost incoherently as the strongest orgasm yet ripped through her, just in time for him to explode inside her, making it all that much more intense.
She let go and rode the wave of pleasure as it continued to flow through her. She felt him collapse on her, his cock still inside her, pulsing.
He whispered, “You’re mine, Pussy Kat.”
“Yes, Master. I am your little Pussy Kat.”
“That’s funny, because I thought you were my Mistress,” a familiar voice said from within the room. Gasping, Katarina tried to buck her cowboy to the side, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Want to join in the fun, Deputy Fred?” He shocked her by sneering at the intruder.
“Fuck off, asshole, and if you don’t mind, I would appreciate you taking your pencil dick out of my Mistress’s pussy. That way I won’t feel the need to arrest your ass.”
“Your Mistress, huh?” He laughed boisterously and finally moved off her. Katarina tried to grab the sheets but remembered the handcuffs. Looking around him, she found Brannon standing in her bedroom. “From my position, I think this little Pussy Kat is mine. Go find yourself another Mistress. Better yet, why don’t you go play My Little Ponies with PC?”
Huh?
Brannon blanched, but quickly recovered. “How about I just call Mom and tell her that her wayward son is in town, and instead of seeing her first, he chose to hide like a fucking coward between a woman’s pussy? Oh…or better yet, I’ll let Gabriel know he has a special guest.”
Mom!
Oh hell no, this was not happening. How could she have been so stupid? Of course, they were brothers. That was just her fucking luck. She knew he was too damn good to be true. She had heard of the missing Kincaid brother, but she never put two and two together. Now she was screwed, literally.
Submissive to one brother, and Mistress to another.
That was not a web she wanted to be caught in, so she said, “Unlock the cuffs.”
“Hush, Pussy Kat. Let me get rid of your puppy dog, and then we so need to talk,” he said, getting up from the bed. J.D. walked over to his brother naked, and she was certain they were about to throw down, but when he grabbed Brannon and gave him a big brotherly hug, she lost all train of thought.
“Man, Jack, it’s sure good to see you.” Brannon smiled, slapping his brother on the back. “When did you get back into town?”
Jack? I thought his name was J.D.
“A couple of days ago, didn’t PC tell you?”
“Hell no. I’ve been working double shifts at the station because Charlotte finally had her kid at Christmas and is driving poor Jordan and Braxton crazy. Every time she yells, Braxton goes running. So, I’ve been sleeping at the station. I figured since Rafe offered to take my shift tonight, I would swing by and see Katarina,” Brannon admitted, and before she could utter a word, both brothers left the bedroom jabbering like little schoolgirls. It was only until her bedroom was silent did she realize that she was still handcuffed to the bed.
“Fuck!”
* * * *
Brannon lounged against the wall in the living room while his oldest brother got dressed. To say he was surprised to see Jack Daniel was easy, he just didn’t know why he was here, and by here, he meant Treasure Cove. The last he heard, J.D. was climbing some Godforsaken mountain in India. The oldest Kincaid brother was an adrenaline junkie. If there were a mountain before him, he would climb it. If he was in a perfectly good plane, he would jump out of it, and just to add some kicks, he liked throwing himself off perfectly solid builds, bridges, and waterfalls, just about anything high enough, to see if he could walk away. The man was completely nuts, and Brannon loved him dearly.
“So, how long you back for this time?” Brannon asked, watching his brother lace up his boots.
“Don’t rightly know. I figured since I missed Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s, I had better come home before Ma sent out the cavalry.”
Chuckling, Brannon nodded. “Yeah, Mom’s been a pistol for the last couple of months. She and Aunt Anne have been livin’ it up with Miz Raven over in Celestial. Have you checked in with Macie, yet?”
“Yeah, she gave me the lowdown.” His brother laughed. “Damn, bro, what the hell has been going on around here? Everything has gone to shit. The last thing I remembered was that Jeff and Caleb were shaking up with that cute librarian.”
“Dude, you are so far behind the eight ball. Everyone’s getting married, having babies, and then there’s the occasional murder, uprising, and thievery, just to keep us all on our toes.”
“Maybe I came home at the right time, then. I always did like a good party.”
“Well, don’t expect the McDaniel brothers to host one for ya. Their partying days finally caught up with them when they woke one morning to find themselves hitched. They are now happily married with twin boys.”
“No.” J.D. gasped. “You’re shittin’ me?”
“Nope, just what in the hell did Macie tell you, anyway?” Brannon asked.
“Oh that you were shacking up with some woman, and that you and PC were about to kill each other.”
“Fucking figures,” Brannon huffed. “So she didn’t tell you shit.”
“Nope, but I did find out that Matthew finally got off his high horse and did the right thing. Man, that poor bastard sure took his time about it, too.”
“Yeah, that courtship was fun to watch. Did Macie tell you that Braxton is her brother?”
“No, she didn’t have to. That’s something I already knew,” J.D. quickly said and then asked. “So tell me something new. What about Annie, Kelly, or Steven and Neil? Oh! How about Apollo? Please tell me that Fairy finally dug her claws into his backside, and he made an honest woman out of her.”
Brannon saw what his brother was doing. He was deflecting the conversation on purpose, which meant only one thing. He was hiding something. “What the fuck do you mean you already knew about Braxton and Macie? The town didn’t know until that bitch was killed and we received the first letter a couple of days later.”
“Yeah, about that,” J.D. said, pulling a letter out of his back pocket and handing it to Brannon. “I got that two weeks ago. It came certified mail. What the fuck is going on around here, and who the hell spilled the fucking beans about the prison break?”
Chapter Three
“Now, Katarina, I would greatly appreciate it if you would calm down and release me,” Gabriel softly said, but she wasn’t listening. She was fucking furious, and it was all Gabriel’s fault. He was the one who talked her into taking on a submissive. He was the one who told her she needed to get out more, mingle with the humans, as he put it.
Gabriel winced as her forearm pushed deeper into the back of his neck and she tightened her grip on his arm. “Where is he?”
“Which one, my dear?” he asked, and for one split second, she could have sworn the pompous bastard actually laughed.
“Either one will do,” she seethed.
“I don’t know. Nevertheless, if you like, I can have Matthias look into the matter for you. I am sure the Kincaid brothers didn’t mean to leave you in the state you were in. I am sure there is a logical explanation.”
“They are morons. They are complete and utter idiots. They can only think of one thing at a time.”
“Yes, my dear, that is true. The Kincaid brothers have always been several Crayons shy of a full box, but they are harmless. I am sure they are very sorry.”
Letting go of her boss, Katarina paced around his office. She had never been so embarrassed, so humiliated, so pissed in her entire life, and it was all because they left her handcuffed,
naked, to her bed. If it weren’t for Matthias coming to check on her after she missed the evening meeting, she would probably still be in bed. It was bad enough that they forgot about her, but to have the Dungeon Master, Gabriel’s right-hand man and technically her training boss, find her in the state of undress that she was in, well, it was unforgivable.
She had a reputation to maintain. She wasn’t known as the Ice Bitch for nothing. She earned that nickname, and though she thought it was a little harsh, she accepted it with a grain of salt and lived up to its meaning. So to have two delinquent brothers get one over on her, it was more than she could handle.
“Katarina, why are you so upset? Yes, you were caught, technically speaking, with your pants down, but the brothers didn’t mean to leave you like that. I am sure there is a perfectly good reason for them abandoning you. You knew taking Brannon on that he was, for lack of a better word, ‘special.’ Moreover, when you started seeing his brother, I figured you had agreed to help the other with his handicap. It’s not like Brannon or Conner to leave a woman helpless.”
“Conner! Who in the hell is Conner? I am talking about my submissive and his jackass brother J.D.,” she shouted.
“J.D.? You mean you were with Jack Daniel!” Gabriel yelled back, slamming his hands down on his desk. He looked furious.
“Is his name really Jack Daniel? I thought he was joking with me,” she asked, trying to soften Gabriel’s temperament. Gabriel picked up the receiver on his desk and pushed a button.
Before Katarina could ask what he was doing, she heard her boss shout, “Matthias, get in here!”
Okay, he’s pissed. Why?
“What’s going on?” she asked, after he slammed the phone back down. However, before she could get her answer, Matthias walked in, quietly shut the door, and bowed, saying, “You bellowed, my liege.”
“The Beast is back!”
Matthias looked up, and before her eyes, the sweet gentle man she had always known to have a kind heart became something feral. When he actually growled, Katarina took a step back.
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