His lips curled up.
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so surprised.”
He nodded. “So in order to conserve your wardrobe, you might want to think about going commando when we’re together.”
She reached for his hand and laid it on her bare knee, confident he’d manage to find his way from there. Rocking slowly in the wicker rocker, she confessed, “I have been giving that some serious thought. It does seem like a reasonable compromise.”
“Exactly,” Jared said, pushing his chair back and settling on his knees in front of her rocker. “You save on your clothes budget and trips to the store, and I can imagine you ready for attention on the whim of a moment.”
He scrunched his mouth. “So is my Kitty wanting some serious attention?” He lifted her left foot and removed the high heeled sandal.
“Absolutely,” she purred, slouching lower in the wicker rocker.
She shivered when he brought her foot to his mouth and laved her instep. “Oh God,” Kitty whimpered as Jared took his time, drawing one toe in his mouth only to replace it with another. When he was apparently satisfied that foot was clean, he rested the leg over the arm of the rocker and reached for the other foot.
“You are a jewel,” he whispered as he undid the jeweled straps on the second sandal.
He began with the top of her foot, leaving no square inch unwashed. She arched her neck against the back of wicker chair as he suckled her toes—this time all at once. He chewed on them and chuckled at her squeals.
She hiked her dress up over her waist in case he’d forgotten his objective. She knew she must be puffy and glistening by now. She’d creamed repeatedly as he began devouring her toes.
Jared draped that leg over the other arm of the chair. She had to be about as exposed and vulnerable as she’d ever been.
“Is someone feeling left out,” he teased, running the tip of his tongue between his lips.
She nodded. “Very.” She inched lower.
“In due time,” he said, kissing first one knee and then the other.
She peered at him though her eyelashes when his lips left her flesh.
“Do you know your clit is already on alert?”
“Not surprising,” she said, gritting her teeth.
He planted a kiss on her inner thigh. She jerked forward.
“Are you posturing for me?” His lips slid along the inside of her other thigh.
She couldn’t stop the moans escaping from her lips.
“Is my Kitty calling out for her Tom?”
She sighed and arched her pelvis when at last she felt his warm breath on her vulva. She smacked her lips when he moved higher to lap at her belly ring. “Jesus.”
“You do look good in diamonds. Taste good, too.”
“I’m glad,” she replied, squirming beneath his tongue, using every trick she could come up with to get that tongue in contact with her clit.
He brushed his lips back and forth across her lower abs, avoiding her clit. He pulled away and she gasped and then grinned as his tongue began lapping at one side of her pussy and then the other.
She felt herself purr. Maybe she was his kitty, and he her Tom. Had any female cat worked harder to focus her Tom’s attention?
His hands feathered her thighs and the tip of his tongue at last found her crevice. She spread as wide as she could and still remain in the chair. His head moved up and down and the flat of his tongue spread her pussy lips even wider.
He left her pussy to thoroughly explore the ridge between it and her anus. She hugged her breasts together, loving his attention but needing more. She wasn’t going to be responsible for what she did if he stayed at this pace. With considerable effort, she resisted reaching for her clit.
His furled tongue widened her portal. “Thank God,” she moaned, banging her heels against the wicker.
She thrilled when a long finger probed her channel and then nearly wept when it pulled out. Then a finger tapped at her back entrance and she knew Jared wasn’t about to leave anything unexplored. “Oh, yeah.” She let out a sigh, trying to be patient. Her man might seem intent on being deliberate, but she no longer questioned the merit of waiting.
She’d lost track of time, but he must’ve been eating her for half an hour. He must be eager for his reward. She was certainly more than ripe.
His finger remained poised just inside her ass, waiting for her to expand. It tested her again and she smiled and bore down on it as the finger discovered it was more than welcomed.
“You can be a maestro when you want to be. My titties are so fucking hot,” she said, caressing and twisting her nipples.
Jared didn’t even attempt to mumble a response. Instead he burrowed in earnest, in and out of her pussy and in and out of her ass.
Again she arched her pelvis as much as she could manage. He must know she was beyond recall. Her loins trembled like jelly and then he fondled her clit and then she lost track of what was doing what where. All she knew was she could hardly sit still. She puffed air through her lips, keeping time with that inner clock. Her hands flew to her ears trying to hold herself together.
“Oh God,” she groaned, vaguely aware the chair was rocking beneath her, exaggerating every move they made. She threw her head to the side and let herself go.
She didn’t know how long she’d been away before she realized her lover continued to clean her pussy with his tongue. He was no longer trying to arouse her, only tidying up. She preened and laced her fingers through his hair. She could get used to this.
“No,” she cried out, sitting up abruptly pulling away from his tongue and squeezing her thighs tight.
Jared lurched away from her. The look of confusion on his face confirmed her suspicions. When had he stopped being satisfied with robust sex? Why did he want to taint sex with an irrational emotion?
Once her head had cleared she remembered feeling it in his tongue, in his fingers, in his soft moans. He’d been loving her. Was he even aware of the change?
“What’s wrong?” Jared eyed her cautiously. “I thought you were enjoying that.” He rose to his feet as she pushed her dress down over her thighs. “I was.”
“I was to a point, but you were being nice and naughty.” She stood and drew a finger along his stiff jaw line.
“I don’t understand,” Jared growled, grabbing her wrist.
“That’s more like. Get your back up.” She kissed the tip of his chin. He didn’t flinch. “You were assaulting my emotions. That kind of tenderness only leads to broken hearts. I won’t allow that.”
“But…”
“Ssh. I like being with you, Jared. I’ve never been more alive sexually than I have these past several weeks, but don’t go trying to turn that attraction into anything else. Understood?”
His eyes darkened, but he did nod. “Whatever the lady desires. I’ll try not to assault you emotionally. You can trust me, you know.”
“Good.” She flashed an eyebrow. “But maybe I’m not looking for a man I can trust. Predictability is the bane of sexual relationships. Come now,” she said, taking him by the hand. “It’s time to pay the price for being so naughty to me.”
- o -
Jared eyed Kitty with a trace of caution once he’d removed his clothes as she’d directed. She stood in the middle of the bedroom waiting for him and had made no move to strip out of her yellow dress.
His cock extended full and ready, but she probably wasn’t particularly interested in his cock at the moment. He’d infuriated her on the porch. She hadn’t been able to explain why, but he knew. She’d felt his love for her coming through his touch. So be it. He’d be more careful in the short run, but perhaps it was good she’d made that discovery.
She hadn’t been completely scared off. Instead, she’d turned their emotions back into a game she could dictate.
“Kneel in the cushion chair,” she ordered, “facing away from me.”
He nodded, draped his arms over the back of the chair and peeked behind him. She was smili
ng. “Raise your ass more. That’s right.”
“Put your wrists together,” she said, stepping around the chair. Only then did he see that she carried a leather strap, which she quickly secured around his wrists.
“That should hold you,” she muttered before kissing his head. “I wouldn’t want you trying to turn the tables on me midcourse. Are you comfortable enough?”
“Yeah, get on with it.”
“Oh, I give the orders. Don’t go anywhere—I’ll be right back.”
Maybe she was going to take off the dress at last. He followed her move in the mirrors that decorated her bedroom. She was clearly a woman who loved watching herself.
She rummaged through a dresser drawer before turning back to him. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered at the sight of the toys she laid out on the bed. They included a whip that appeared to be made of felt—maybe that was wishful thinking—several vibrators and dildos and a strap-on harness with a dildo in place. And there were two bottles of lube. Punishment for his transgression wasn’t going to be quick.
“Getting the picture?” she asked, picking up the whip. “You’ve been very naughty.”
She probably didn’t need a reply. He clinched his butt.
“Don’t be so anxious. I’m not going to hurt you. You know that. You trust me, right?”
“Sometimes,” he grunted, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“You have a very nice ass,” she cooed, running her hands over his butt cheeks. “Very tight. Powerful. I love how your hamstrings stand out.” Her hands slid down the back of his hips and thighs.
He winced when she hefted his balls. “Don’t worry,” she said, softly. “I won’t do anything that will harm these boys.” She reached around to skim his cock. “And how is my favorite guy? Be patient. I may get around to you.”
Jared wet his lips, resigning himself to his fate. If she got around to his cock, it sure wasn’t going to be anytime soon.
He saw her step to the bed and pick up a lube bottle. She smiled when she saw him watching. “It’s nice having you all to myself. I can touch you anywhere and everywhere and you can’t do anything about it.”
“I assume that’s why my wrists are bound. You’re sure taking your good time about it.”
“Tsk, tsk. It’s a woman’s prerogative to take her time. There are so many possibilities. A little preparatory work first.”
Jared closed his eyes and tried not to groan when he felt the cool lube sliding down between his buttocks.
“A lava flow of lube,” she cooed. “It’s so thick it hardly moves. Oops. It’s trying to go around your asshole. We don’t want that, do we?”
“Do we?” she said, slapping his butt with an open palm.
He shook his head. He hadn’t been prepared for that. He canted his eyes open and saw her beaming at him.
“I’ll help,” she said, softly. She made a show of wetting her finger.
He held his breath as the finger slid down his butt. He felt her covering his asshole with lube. “I better try to get a little inside,” she said. “When I’m ready to fuck your ass I want you to be ready.”
Her finger eased into his ass. He winced away without thinking. His reward was another stinging slap.
“You can’t get away from me.” She lightly kissed the flesh she’d just spanked. “Relax, Jared. Open for me. I want in.”
He did his best to relax. The sooner he opened, the sooner she’d be done. “Oh my,” he moaned, as her finger pushed through his outer ring. She pressed deeper and he tossed his head. He tried to reach for his cock and was quickly reminded his wrists were bound.
“You like this?” Kitty asked, sawing her finger smoothly in and out of his ass.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Good.” She eased her finger out of his butt and wiped it on a cloth. “Just think how much you’ll like something a lot bigger than my finger. But first things first.” She winked at him in the mirror. “By the time I get around to really fucking you, you’ll be begging for it.”
Jared bore his head into the chair back, remembering his own words when he’d had her tied up.
He lifted his head in time to see Kitty lifting the whip above her head. Her eyes gleamed brightly. She gave him a small grin and then the whip crashed against his rear.
He jerked away from the impact. Kitty’s arm rose again and he shuttered his eyes, preferring to deal with the pain in darkness rather than watch her joy. Apparently, the whip strands were made of felt, but that didn’t make them painless. If only he could work on his cock. This would be so much better if he could come while she spanked him.
She had no intention of untying him. The whip fell methodically, warming both his cheeks, over and over, until they felt like she’d lit a match to them. He peeked at her through half open eyes.
She caught him looking. “That should be enough,” she said, sounding winded. “For now, at least. Are they stinging a little?”
He nodded.
“This will help.”
He wanted to hug her tight when she gently smoothed lotion over his butt. He knew the soothing was only a temporary way-station, but it was much appreciated.
Too soon, Kitty patted his butt and retrieved a vibrator from the bed. “We need to get you ready for the real thing,” she purred, then glanced back at the strap-on still lying on the bed.
Was she trying to making him feel even more vulnerable? He shook his head. He was buck naked and she still wore her yellow dress. That was what made him feel vulnerable. It was as if she didn’t trust herself to get that close to him.
He watched her place the vibrator in her mouth and eye him through half open eyelids. On second thought, she couldn’t be any more naked. Her nipples stood out sharp and alert. And he had no doubt she was glistening wet where things really mattered.
He arched away slightly when the tip of the vibrator pressed against his anus.
“Don’t,” she cautioned. “Don’t make things difficult.” She dropped a kiss on his buttock. “I don’t want to hurt you. Here we go.”
“Ah, Christ,” he groaned. The vibrator moved in smoothly enough. His buttocks involuntarily clenched and then softened.
Kitty withdrew the toy and winked at him. “This time I’m going to turn it on—slow speed.”
The pulsating started at the outer rim of his anus. Then his asshole started to beat in time with the vibrator.
“Almost all the way,” she said, over the soft hum of the toy. “Isn’t that good?”
He nodded, tossing his head from side to side and squirming his butt. Everything back there was suddenly vibrating.
He didn’t know she’d wrapped an arm around him until he felt her fingers gliding along his cock. He swallowed and groaned loudly. He bucked against her hand.
She laughed and withdrew her arm. “Not yet.” She withdrew the vibrator and set it on a towel. “I often like to go down on a guy when I have a vibrator in his butt. Did you know your cock was vibrating? Another time. I’m sure you’d come if I put you in my mouth. But we’re not ready for that, are we?”
He saw no need to respond to her teasing.
She folded her arms across her abs. “Now comes a true test of how much you trust me.”
He furrowed his brow.
“I’m obviously going to fuck your ass with my strap-on.”
“Surprise, surprise.”
She ignored him and continued, “I could fuck you where you are, but I’d prefer to see your face, since it’s our first time.”
He held his tongue.
“Are you going to cooperate if I move you to the bed?”
Jared let out a sigh and closed his eyes. They both knew he could overpower her easily once she released him. But that wasn’t the point. He also knew this wasn’t about some sort of punishment for being naughty. She wanted to fuck his ass, and had made that clear early on. She was giving him one last chance to say no.
“Okay,” he said, surprised by the strain in his voice. �
��Show me how you want me.”
- o -
Kitty smiled down at her prey. He could’ve gotten away easily if he’d wanted to. Jared lay on the bed with his wrists tied to the bed. His poor cock still raged about, unable to understand what was happening. She did feel sorry for his cock.
She stood at the end of the bed and saw his eyes grow huge watching her slide her hands up and down her strap-on cock, lubing it thoroughly. She’d deliberately left her shirtdress on. Only three buttons remained in place. Her breasts would likely play hide and seek once she began to move. He’d wanted her to be his vision in yellow, and that was what she’d try to be. Besides, she knew the false cock jutting out from the dress had to provide more than a little mystery. If she wound up staining the dress beyond cleaning, she’d just buy a new one. Jared’s look of awe was worth much more than the price of a dress.
“You about ready for the finale?” she asked, getting quite turned on playing with her own cock. She’d already tucked a bolster under his rear end, raising it to a level that provided optimal access.
Jared smacked his lips and exhaled thinly. “Get on with it.”
“Such eagerness,” she said, crawling onto the bed and settling between his legs. “Raise your knees a little. That’s good.”
Kitty chewed on her lower lip as she brought the false cock closer to her intended target. She held her breath as she pressed its tip into Jared’s ass. “Keep your eyes open,” she ordered. “I want to see how this is for you. Ready for more?”
He nodded hesitantly.
She flexed her hips forward tentatively and watched the dildo disappearing inch by inch. She paused.
“I’m doing okay.”
“Good.” She eased back a little and then shifted forward again, this time settling her loins against his rear. The dildo was in. Its silicone butt end pressed against her clit. She was ready to ride.
Jared’s eyes were as wide as she’d ever seen them. His gaze wavered from hers, to their joining, to his rigid cock. They didn’t register fear. They did reflect lust. When had he become as eager for this as she was?
She leaned forward and steadied herself on his ribcage. She flexed her butt, withdrawing the strap-on, and settled back again. “Okay?” she whispered.
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