“That’s right, sweetheart,” was my low rasp. “Enjoy it, ride my hand.”
“Ohhh,” Kitty sighed again, head lolling right and left on the sheets. “Oh god.”
Shit, she was so beautiful, spread like this with my hand deep in her pussy. I looked at her with a satisfied smirk on my lips. “Your first orgasm with a man, Kitty.”
Slowly, those lids lifted, her big brown eyes dreamy and soft.
“I…I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she said, voice thick with passion and lust. I could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted more. She wanted me.
My cock was hard for her, dying to get inside. And why wait? The time was now.
“I want you to take my pants off,” was my harsh growl.
Obediently, her hands trembled as she reached up. My dick twitched when her fingers grazed it and she bit her lip again. Kitty pulled down on the elastic band of my pants and my cock sprung out, causing her to gasp. I smirked, knowing my size and width were above average.
I kicked my pants off and reached over Kitty, pulling open the nightstand and grabbing a pair of handcuffs. When her wrists were cuffed together and raised above her head, those big boobies were angled in the perfect position.
I didn’t lock the cuffs to the bed, but instead held them in one hand as I kissed her slowly, staking my claim to this female. Shifting my hips, I let my cock graze against her clit, savoring the way she moaned against my mouth. Aw fuck, her nub was so hard, drenched with jucies.
She drew back and glanced down at my cock, eyes widening at the sight of it again. “Will it hurt? I mean, will you fit inside?” came that breathy gasp.
I chuckled and kissed her collarbone. “You’ll be surprised by what your body is capable of. But we’re not there yet,” I told her.
“We aren’t?” she asked, but I didn’t respond. Instead, I slid down her body, bringing her cuffed hands with me. Resting my face between her legs, one hand still holding the cuffs, my right hand reached around to grab her perfectly round ass. Letting go of the handcuffs, I growled, “Don’t touch me unless I say so.”
The female nodded and rested her bound hands on her stomach as I licked her pussy once. Kitty strained to keep her hands from reaching out to me and I smiled. And then it was on. With both hands, I gripped her ass and pulled her to me, tasting her and licking at those puffy slick folds. She gasped and her hands clenched into fists as I moved my mouth against her center, until she was peaking and cresting again.
“Oh!” she cried, delicate profile tipped towards the ceiling, hands fighting against the restraints. “Oh god!”
Good, the girl was losing it. I licked her once more before rising up and settling my body above hers, bringing her bound hands above her head again before resting mine on either side. “This might hurt, but I’ll try to be gentle at first,” was my soothing growl, positioning my cock at her entrance.
She nodded, and slowly, I eased that thick fuckshaft into her tight hole. Kitty gasped upon the penetration, but didn’t fight it.
“Good girl,” was my low rumble. Oh shit, her walls were so fucking tight, squeezing me on all sides like a vise. Aw, fuck fuck. But there was no stopping. Slowly, I eased my dick in further until we were there.
Oh yeah, that thin, delicate piece of tissue deep in her cunt. Perfect.
And with a quick twist of my hips, it happened. Kitty’s hymen was mine, broken forever on my thick fuckshaft.
“Unnh, fuck baby,” was my raspy growl. “You’re so fucking tight.”
She winced in pain and I slowed my movements even more, allowing her body to adjust to me. Once fully inside of her, another groan escaped my lips.
“You feel so good, Kitty,” I growled and gently moved myself in and out of her sweet flesh, letting the girl adapt to the new sensation.
“Oh,” she whispered, wincing again.
I stopped and looked at her, taking in the way her brow scrunched together and her eyes were squeezed shut. “Does it hurt?”
A pause as she breathed deeply.
“Yes,” she answered truthfully. “But don’t stop.” And when her eyes opened, those big caramel pools were glazed with desire.
Fuck yeah. It was on.
I pumped in and out, trying to be careful, but soon, she was moaning again with ecstasy. Kitty mumbled the word ‘Master’ over and over again between ragged breathes and I picked up my pace.
Her pussy clenched around my cock, hard once. Oh shit, oh shit. It was happening. And then the girl moaned, loud and lusty, screaming my name.
“Mr. Cartwright!” she called. “Oh Master!”
Oh shit. It was the word that did it, the sweet delight from those plush lips. Like a monster, I exploded in her cavity, wet stickiness spraying that tight vaginal channel. Oh shit, cum pumped so fast from my balls that this girl was going to overflow.
But Kitty didn’t care because she was wracked with spasms as well, that tight puss pulsing and milking my shaft for more.
“Oooh,” she moaned, legs spread as her vag clamped and clenched like a squeeze toy gone mad. “Oooh, yes.”
My groans filled the air as well, mixing with her whimpers.
“Fuck yeah,” was my harsh grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
And shit, but it was amazing. I’d expected the worst, thinking I was going to have to talk the virgin off a ledge before burying my fuckstick deep inside. But instead, the girl had been wanton and willing, letting me push into her most secret space.
Aw fuck, how’d I get so lucky?
And as the wave of pleasure receded, my gaze took in the beautiful girl. She was panting heavily, sweat dripping off of her body onto the bed. The brunette smiled up at me, but winced when she moved.
Oh shit. The girl had to be sore. After all, I’m huge and this had been Kitty’s first time.
So as much as I wanted her again, she needed her rest. I got up and grabbed my pajama bottoms, getting dressed in a flash, and removed the cuffs from Kitty’s wrists. Gingerly, she sat up and looked at me. Her eyes were bright with desire, despite the discomfort she must have felt.
“Rest,” I growled, looking at her. The room’s atmosphere was heavy and sticky still, humid and damp. Fuck, I wanted to fuck her again, hard and relentless this time. Not the slow, sensual dance that’d we just done.
But this wasn’t the time. Because as Kitty tried to stand up, but I saw her face distort with pain. Moving closer to her, I rested my hand on her shoulder. “You’re sore. Relax and get some sleep. I know that it hurts the first time for women.”
Desire swam in Kitty’s eyes as she stared at me, but she didn’t say anything, only nodded.
“I’ll be back after dinner. I want you to prepare yourself for me again.”
Those big brown eyes went wide, boobies lifting up and down as she took a deep breath.
But my word is her command, and the girl dipped her head.
“Yes, Master,” she breathed.
I made my way to the door, but right before my hand was about to touch the handle, she called out.
“Mr. Cartwright?”
I turned to look at her. “Yes?”
Her brown eyes met mine and then the girl spoke shyly.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” was my puzzled reply. I should be thanking her, not the other way around.
But Kitty had her ideas.
“For making it special,” the girl murmured shyly.
For a moment, I was at loss for words. I didn’t expect a thank you and didn’t know what to say.
Shit. My eyes closed for a second, instantly remembering how responsive Kitty had been to my touch. The way she moaned and chanted ‘Master’ repeatedly. Just the memory had my cock growing hard again.
I made the right choice in choosing her.
Kitty was no longer a virgin. She’d given that to me.
She was my submissive and I was her Dominant.
This girl was mine … and I was gonna rule her for the remainder of her stay.<
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Chapter Nine
Kitty
When the door closed, I fell back on the bed. My entire body was sore. It radiated from my core and out to the rest of my frame. I didn’t know if any movement was possible.
Euphoria and exhaustion filled my limbs and head until I saw could see stars dancing on the ceiling above me. Quickly, I set an alarm for a half an hour later before sleep pulled me under.
But the sleep wasn’t restful because I dreamed of Mr. Cartwright and his hard cock filling me. Oh, mmmm. Yes, more. Like that, ouch!
But then the shrieking of my alarm yanked me out of sleep. I turned it off and stretched, but winced at the movement. My pussy still ached from how Mr. Cartwright had stretched me. Oh god, is it always like this? Because no man could compare, I was sure. They’re just not built like him. Can’t be.
But Mr. Cartwright told me that he’d be back after dinner and that he wanted me clean and ready to go again. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take him, physically speaking anyways. But there was no choice.
Gingerly, I made my way to the bathroom to wash myself, glad for the feminine spritz that Mr. Cartwright had provided. It helped me feel fresh and ready for another round.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I scurried to the closet to look for new lingerie to wear. My other set still sat on the floor. I’d throw the ripped panties away and put the top in the hamper later. If Mr. Cartwright was in the habit of ripping lingerie it was no wonder he stocked the closet with enough to last me a lifetime.
This time, I pulled out a black lacy piece with thin straps. It took a few minutes to figure it out, but once I had it on, the straps crisscrossed around my body, wrapping me up in a bondage style with the fabric dark against my ivory skin. Oh wow. Super sexy and gorgeous, but classy all the same.
But then in the mirror, I saw the bird’s nest that my hair had become. Instead of soft curls falling over my shoulders, my hair still looked tangled, even after my shower. Oh god, oh god. I brushed it out while sitting at the vanity and waiting for Mr. Cartwright. Excitement and desire coiled in my belly instead of the worry that I’d had before we’d been together.
I picked up a delicate bottle of glass from the vanity, uncapping and sniffing it. A soft scent like lilies filled the air. Mmmm, yes. I imagined Mr. Cartwright nuzzling against my throat, smelling the light aroma on my skin.
I’d barely set the bottle of perfume down when the soft snick of the door swinging open sounded. Crap. There wasn’t even time to get on my knees and bow for him.
Mr. Cartwright chuckled at the sight of me scrambling to kneel for him. From my position on the floor, all I could see was that he was wearing those black pajama pants again. Were they the only thing he wore?
“Rise,” the alpha rumbled. My eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones as I stood. “Let’s take you the playroom, slave.”
He led me to his room and I followed without a word, my head bowed down, ready for any instructions he gave. We entered and his hand at the small of my back thrilled me as he led me to the pillory.
“Bend over,” he commanded, taking my hands and guiding them into the curves of wood. Master shut the wooden boards together and clicked the lock closed. My head and hands were trapped. Cool metal wrapped around my ankles as he cuffed them too. My body was at his mercy.
Mr. Cartwright caressed my thighs with strong hands, and I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning. My panties were nothing more than a thin strip of fabric that rode between my ass cheeks, making it easy for my master to slap me. The sound echoed around the silent playroom as the pleasurable sting caused me to gasp.
“Did that feel good, Kitty?” Mr. Cartwright asked.
I’d barely said, “Yes, Master,” before he was rubbing my ass to soothe the sting. Shivers spread through my body, sparking up passion and lust that had been singing in my veins since he’d fucked me earlier.
He continued with this torture, palming and then slapping and then soothing my flesh. Again and again his hand met my ass until I screamed, causing Master to stop. But my scream wasn’t from pain. Not at all.
It was from frustration.
I had no idea how pleasurable being spanked could be. No idea that someone slapping my ass could turn me on.
“You like that, don’t you?” Mr. Cartwright asked. “You’re such a slut, Kitty. Did you know that? You love this, slut.”
He kept striking me and all I could to do was gasp and moan. And then the slapping stopped and Master slid my thong to the side before pushing his fingers inside of my pussy, curling them in a come hither motion that sent spasms of pure pleasure through me.
“So wet,” he murmured before pulling his hand away. His footsteps tapped around the pillory and then the man was in front of me. I couldn’t lift my head to look up, but his erection beneath the pajamas was in perfect view. The thought of that thick, juicy cock almost had me drooling as I imagined sucking him off.
Mr. Cartwright lifted a finger to my mouth and coated my lips with my own juice. “Taste it. Taste yourself,” he commanded.
I did as he asked and licked my lip, biting onto the bottom one, sampling myself. Mr. Cartwright bent in front of me and crashed his lips onto mine, sucking my lips, dominating my mouth. When he pulled away from me, I was completely breathless.
“Did you like how you tasted?”
Even restrained in the stocks, I couldn’t help but nod. “Yes.”
He chuckled and then disappeared for a moment. What? Where was the man? I felt him move behind me and the anticipation of what he would do next was almost too much.
And then I felt something touching my asshole and realized that it was his tongue.
“Oh!” I gasped. “Oh my god, yes. Yes!”
I didn’t know why he was licking my ass with his tongue, but a whimper escaped my throat when he stopped. He laughed behind me. “We need that stretched out, slave, so you’ll be able to accommodate me from behind.”
It felt so good. I wanted to beg him to do it some more, but the man read my mind with a sly chuckle. He started again, this time rubbing my clit with his hand as that skillful mouth toyed with my anus. The pleasures mingled together, singing through my veins, and within seconds, he had me climaxing again.
Aftershocks of pleasure wracked my body as Mr. Cartwright unlocked the stocks. I almost fell on the ground in a pile of bliss, my legs trembling like those of a newborn foal.
When I stood, my master’s hands moved to my shoulders as he pushed me down, commanding, “Kneel.”
The hard floor pressed against my knees as I knelt in front of him, waiting for his next command. He slid his pants down and his thick cock sprung out, into my face. My mouth drooled at the sight of him and I looked at him through my lashes. He stared down at me with his mouth pressed in a hard line, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed.
“Suck,” he commanded, that gaze intent.
I could only stare. I wanted to, but was unsure of how to. Mr. Cartwright must’ve realized my inexperience. He held my face with his hand on my chin as he guided me to suck his thick, hard dick. “Open your mouth.”
I obeyed and he pushed his dick inside of my mouth, easing himself slowly inside until his cock hit the back of my throat. He moved his hand to the back of my head, directing it back and forth. “Suck, Kitty. Suck me.”
My hands rested on his hips as I learned what to do. Eventually, I started to play with his balls as I sucked and licked his huge cock. He pushed on my head, urging me to pump him faster.
This was my first time blowing someone. It used to disgust me how girls at school had discussed giving blowjobs with their friends. I couldn’t understand why they liked it, it sounded gross, honestly. But as I felt Connor’s dick hitting my throat, heard him grunting and whispering my name over and over again, there was definitely pleasure. And Mr. Cartwright knew.
“Touch yourself, Kitty,” he commanded. Remembering the big man’s earlier demonstration, I reached down and rubbed my pussy, thumb circling my clit in ti
ny circles, two fingers entering my pussy.
I moaned around my mouthful, the noise humming against his dick and causing him to groan in pleasure. The sound turned me on even more. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me pump him faster—if that was even possible.
Connor grew tense. Oh god. Was he going to cum? I found myself wanting to know what he tasted like, wanting to swallow his seed.
“Suck me harder, slave,” came Mr. Cartwright’s voice through clenched teeth.
I bobbed my head back and forth with quick, hard movements. My hand clenched around his thick cock, pumping it along with my mouth before massaging his balls and going back. My other hand rubbed my click, faster as my own ecstasy built. I was close too.
My master grunted, twisting his hand in my hair tighter, and oh god yes, I wanted all of him. He hard cock hit my throat over and over again as my pussy screamed for it’s own release.
I moaned around Mr. Cartwright’s dick and his hot cum hit my throat, filling my mouth as I swallowed.
“Yes, slave,” he said as he pumped into my mouth again. “Fuck, yes.”
His cum was salty and warm, but not gross like I’d worried. The heat of his jizz filling my mouth and being swallowed turned me on even more and my own orgasm peaked. I squeezed his cock, milking the last of him, taking every drop he had to offer as pussy clench, throbbing and sending pleasure coursing through my body.
I dipped one finger into my pussy, coating it in my own wetness, and circled my clit with my thumb, pushing my orgasm to the highest it could go.
“Oh master,” I mumbled around his huge dick, my whole body clenching tight as I rode my orgasm. The feel of his cock still in my mouth and the way he stood over me, watching as we both came, had me delirious with pleasure.
Master’s breathing slowed and his grip on my hair loosened as the bliss of our orgasms slowly faded, leaving me satisfied but weak.
Mr. Cartwright pulled himself out of my mouth and my legs were so wobbly I ended up sitting on the floor. He looked at me, eyes filled with lust and passion. That blue gaze roamed over my entire body and his cock jerked a few times, like it was ready again.
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