‘You like that, Little Kitten?’
She nods. ‘Yes, sir,’ she hurries out, her lashes lowered, her cheeks sinfully pink.
I rock the crop against her, press it deeper to tease at her clit and her thighs quake, her stomach fluttering with her breaths.
‘You’re so naughty, aren’t you, Kitten?’
She whimpers.
‘Aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Yes, what?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Fuck, my cock is seeping behind the towel, the thing’s like a tent now, and I tug it from me, toss it aside.
‘You know what happens to naughty Little Kittens?’
A nod. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘They get punished.’ My cock bucks, my thoughts and body racing away with my words as I stop directly behind her.
‘On your hands, Little Kitten.’
She lowers herself forward, her back arched, her arse all mine and my entire body tightens.
‘I’m going to punish you, Little Kitten; is that what you want?’
‘Yes.’
‘I can’t hear you.’
‘Yes.’ Louder.
‘Yes?’
‘Sir.’
Gently, I lower the crop to her arse, trail it along her crack, all the way down to tuck it between her legs and she rocks against it, eager to feel, but...
‘No, Kitten. I told you to stay still.’
She looks at me over her shoulder, pinches her lip in her teeth as she stops. I drag the tip of the crop up her pussy, treasure the way she looks as she fights the urge to move again. I eye the leather, the moisture, her obvious arousal, and it’s tipping me over. I want so many things, to try so many things. I press the tip into one soft, round mound as I stalk to her side and she watches me.
‘Why am I punishing you, Little Kitten?’
‘Because...because I’ve been bad.’
‘How bad?’
‘Very bad...’ She rocks back against the crop, her body begging.
‘I said, stay still.’
One quick flick and the leather cracks against her skin. She sucks in a breath through her nose, her fingers claw into the floor. I pause. Give her chance to tell me to stop. Instead she looks to me, all pleading, eyes hooded.
‘Is this what you deserve?’
‘Yes, sir.’
Fuck. I flick it down again and my cock bucks in time.
I look to her arse cheek, to where her skin is pinking up, and caress the area with the soft leather tip.
‘What are you?’ I say softly.
‘A...a naughty Little Kitten.’ It rasps out of her, husky and thick, as I bring it down on her other cheek.
‘So very naughty.’
She whimpers her agreement and it’s raw, carnal, filled with erotic wonder. I reach out with my palm, smooth the small welts on her skin.
‘Do you want more?’
‘Yes, sir. Please, sir’
I step back, fire two rapid flicks to both cheeks and realise I can’t take much more of this. It’s one thing to take on a role to fulfil her fantasy, another to hurt her. And there are other ways to be in control, to dominate, to keep this going...
I toss the crop aside and lower my knees either side of her bent legs, massage the marks on her skin as I caress them away. ‘I think you’ve been punished enough. Now I want you to please me, Little Kitten.’
She murmurs, a heady desperate sound that has the blood pounding in my ears. I could fuck her like this, take her hard from behind, but her mouth, those lips that she keeps biting...
‘I want you to pleasure me with that naughty mouth of yours.’ I stand up. ‘Turn around on all fours, Kitten.’
She does as I ask and lifts her chin to look up at me, waiting for her next instruction, and I have to pause at the sight of her. Her eyes glisten, her cheeks are damp and flushed with longing and still I have to pause. I have to fight back the urge to ask if she’s okay because I know it’s not what she wants. Instead, I reach down, stroke my fingers against her cheek, comb them back through her hair. A moment’s softness and then I pull away, lift her chin with my finger and grip my cock with my other hand.
‘Rise up on your knees, Kitten.’
She lifts up.
‘You really want to please me?’
Her eyes flash up into mine, her lips part. ‘Yes, sir.’
I nod. ‘Lick my cock, Little Kitten.’
She looks to me on my command, a second’s hesitation and then she lowers her gaze, raises one hand to grip me and tongues me from the base up—fuck!
‘Again.’
Her tongue twists around my length, her eyes lifting to mine, dark with desire.
‘Now suck.’
She surrounds me and my eyes threaten to roll back over the pleasure and the sight. Holy fuck. My hands fly to her hair and she sucks me back hard.
‘Slower.’
She obeys, lowering her mouth over me, again and again.
‘Harder.’
She follows my every edict and my body trembles. Quakes. I want to come, but I don’t. This is too good. Too intense for it to end too soon.
‘Deeper.’
She moans around my length, her cheeks sucking in, her own arousal shining in her face and it’s tipping me over. All of it. I try to ease the tension in my body, try to hold it at bay.
I loosen my hands in her hair, wrap one fist around her ponytail as I breathe through it. I want this all driven by her. Yes, she’s the one on her knees, her nipples clamped, but I’m not going to force her further than she is willing to go; only my instruction will command her to do what she’s already willing and as her mouth reaches the base of my cock I crumble, my thighs trembling,
