The Dom with the Deviant Kittens

by Sorcha Black

  “You don’t want to be all warm and squirmy when your little toy comes to play with you?”

  “Please, Sir. It’s been so long since I came. Please let me come?”

  “Have you been a good girl, Elodie mine?” His slick fingertip prodded at her ass, making her wriggle and hiss in a breath.

  “Yes,” she whined.

  “Yes, what? Yes, you want my big dick in this tiny little hole? We could try, but it might hurt.”

  Sweat had beaded on her brow and between her breasts. Her face was hot and in the mirror she could see her blush went from her cleavage to the roots of her hair.

  Fuck. One more word and she was going to come.

  “You always get so quiet and still when I play with you back here, after you get over being shocked. Does my girl like when I touch her here?”

  Her body locked and her shallow breaths hissed in and out. Don’t come. Don’t fucking come. Sir said no.

  No!

  With her last thought all hope of behaving was gone. She pressed her thighs together, and moaned, low and loud, not caring anymore that she’d lost control. The sound of his belt coming off was too much to bear, and she pressed a hand between her legs, whimpering with the power of the pleasure denied her for days.

  “Bad, bad girl. You weren’t supposed to come.” The belt struck her directly on the purple bruises that she had been admiring that morning. She squealed and went up on her toes. Lock wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her still. “I told you not to come, but your sweet, greedy cunt just couldn’t wait.”

  “No, Sir. No! I’m sorry.” Lies. The pressure of her hand, the pain of the belt, him restraining her, the dirty talk. Between them all, she came again, screaming with the next belt stroke. Her legs gave out. Lock dropped the belt and caught her just before she banged her head on the faucet. He carried her into their bedroom and threw her on the bed.

  “I wasn’t going to do this, but now I have to punish that naughty pussy.”

  She whined, trying to hide it as he stalked back into the bathroom. Belt in hand, he returned.

  “Get that hand out of the way, little girl, or this will be much, much worse.”

  Trembling, she moved her hand away and squeezed her eyes shut. He spread her legs wide with his big hands even though her panties were keeping her ankles together. For a moment all she could hear was her own hard breathing, then came the sound of leather sliding against his palm. Her body quivered, waiting.

  Snap!

  The first blow bit the inside of her thigh. A squeal that was anything but dignified came from her mouth, even though she hadn’t meant to make a sound. She could feel the belt imprint rising up on her flesh, hot and stinging. Had he missed? A relieved giggle tried to escape, but she caught it in time.

  She felt him stretch out above her before he grabbed a handful of her hair. She melted. Was it bad that he was fucking up her hairdo and she didn’t care?

  “Is something funny, Elodie?” The dangerous tone in her ear made her shiver. She kicked her panties off one ankle. Arching her hips brought her pussy up against the hardness of his dick where it pressed against his dress pants. She whined, rubbing herself against his cloth-covered hard-on, not caring if she made a mess.

  “Please?” She used a sweet voice and he swore. Her eyes popped open just in time to see his tortured expression.

  “Please what?” The roughness of his voice suggested he was at his limit for control.

  “Please don’t hurt me there. Wouldn’t you like to make me feel nice, instead?”

  “If I didn’t punish you, it would be irresponsible of me, princess. I know you don’t like it, but you need to learn to obey me even when your body wants to come.”

  Damn right her body wanted to come. Difficult man.

  “But my mouse will be here any minute, Sir. Don’t you want to come first?”

  “She can wait.”

  He crawled off of her and knelt up, making space. Slowly, he wrapped the buckle end of his belt around his fist.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Arousal pulsed there, sensitive from her orgasms, and still wanting his use. This was going to suck.

  The belt swung, connected. A blaze of pain shot through her privates. She screamed for him. He hadn’t connected with her clit, but it still fucking hurt.

  “One more and I think you’ll have learned your lesson.”

  She sobbed and tried to get away, but he wrestled her back down onto the bed.

  “You stay where I put you, young lady,” he snapped.

  Choosing to stay and take it was too hard. It wasn’t fair. “Yes, Sir.”

  The next one was lighter, but hit Elodie squarely on the clit. She writhed silently beneath him, trying to process the pain. A gentle touch on her sore bud made her jump.

  She looked up at him. From the angle she was at, he looked massive, the span of his shoulders impossibly wide. He unfastened his trousers.

  “Good girl. You stayed nice and still for me.”

  “So I get a reward?”

  “Yes, but it might hurt,” he said, regretful.

  Her hips angled toward him, partially out of lust but partially because every time she moved, her sore ass rubbed on the bed.

  “Is this what you want?” He freed his cock from his pants and ran it up and down the wetness of her slit.

  “Please now, Sir. If you make me wait I’m going to die.”

  He placed himself at her entrance and started to push in. Although she was slippery, he still felt too big. She breathed through it, goose bumps rising along the back of her neck as her nipples hardened more.

  “Why are you so tight?”

  “I don’t know.” She whimpered when he finally bottomed out. Her body was stretched around his cock and it felt as though it was pushing her internal organs out of its way. Ugh, she was so sore, but somehow that made it better.

  He moved in and out with short, gentle movements, waiting for her to loosen. “Mmm. Such a good girl. I don’t know if you’re going to be able to take the whole thing.”

  “There’s that extra inch I never need.” She squirmed and clenched around him.

  “Oh, you need it.” He grabbed her hips and pressed in deeper. The pressure against her cervix so overwhelming that her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open. He withdrew then thrust harder and she cried out at the mixture of pleasure and aching soreness.

  “Do you like that, or do you want me to stop?”

  A loud noise made them both jump. Doorbell. Fuck.

  Instead of getting faster and rougher, he pulled out.

  “No! Don’t go. Please come back.” She tried to grab him, but he slapped her hand.

  He reached down and grabbed her panties and slipped them on her. When they were back in place, he leaned down and bit the inside of her thigh so hard she thought he’d bitten a welt. The pain was almost enough to set her off again. He drew her off the bed and straightened her clothes as she looked on helplessly.

  “But I want more.” She pouted at him and he patted her ass.

  “Waiting is good for you.”

  “No. It’s bad for me. It’s going to rot my teeth or something, I know it.”

  “Go play with your friend. I’ll be down after my shower. Someone got me all dirty.”

  If he thought she was going to apologize for that, he was crazy.

  “Remember, you can touch her, but not sexually. And no kissing.”

  “I know. But how am I going to act normal when I’m this horny? I can feel your teeth marks throbbing. That wasn’t nice.”

  “I marked you to remind you who owns you.” Instead of being smug, he looked uneasy.

  When she tried to think about how she’d feel if their situations were reversed, she knew he was a tiny bit jealous, but she got stuck at imagining him making out with another man. Mmmmm. Stop it. She was horny enough already.

  She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Don’t worry, chéri. I won’t forget.”
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  Chapter Seven

  The unfamiliar dress fluttered around her knees in the afternoon breeze, and she tugged the neckline higher, knowing it was a losing battle. Her loose hair tickled her shoulders, and the makeup she’d applied still felt wet and unfamiliar.

  As strange as fussing with her appearance was, she’d noticed two men staring at her on the way over. Men never stared at her, unless they were in a group and snickering. This felt different. It felt as though they approved of what they saw, even though she still wasn’t convinced she was worth their time. She knew she wasn’t supposed to care what men thought of her, but she did. Although even if they liked her and took her on a date, she didn’t know how to actually do anything.

  There was a strange commotion inside the house and for a moment she thought of sneaking away. Although Elodie had told her she could work today, with these two there was no guessing when she was interrupting.

  Today Tess was supposed to be cleaning, and yet she’d dressed in what Elodie had explained was a good outfit for shopping with girlfriends. She’d never been one to pay attention to how she looked. Well, there had been a few months in high school, but one of the popular girls had mocked her and she’d given up after that. For some reason, she wanted to impress Elodie. The French girl was everything Tess, regretfully, wasn’t. Sexy, self confident, smart – no wonder she had a hot boyfriend with a good job.

  The door swung open and Elodie stood there, out of breath and slightly disheveled, which only made her look sexier. How was that even fair?

  “Allô! Sorry I was slow answering the door. Lock is like a rutting goat today.” She waved Tess inside, then gripped her shoulders and kissed both cheeks. Stepping back, she looked Tess over. “Look at you! See? I told you that you’re pretty! Did you get honked at on the way here?” Elodie shut the door behind her.

  “No.” Tess smiled and looked at the floor.

  “Men are idiots. I totally would have honked at you. And what did I tell you? Look at me when you smile, Souris!” She tipped Tess’s chin up with a finger, and smiled back at her. The sensuous curve of Elodie’s mouth was hard to look away from, especially when The Kiss had happened so recently. Tess had tried to imagine Tristan kissing her like that, but it had been a definite girl kiss. That kind of softness wasn’t something a man could do, being stubbly, and there was something very erotic about it.

  That one little kiss had been on her mind ever since, making her heart flutter – and, well, maybe she’d thought of Elodie kissing her when she’d masturbated, but that didn’t mean anything.

  “I got punished for kissing you,” Elodie said, as though she was reading her thoughts. “Try not to look so tasty today.”

  Tess felt her eyes widen, and Elodie threw her head back and laughed.

  “It wasn’t so bad, the punishment, and I don’t blame you for being tasty. You’re like a petit gateau – a little cake. You can’t help it.”

  Elodie led her into the living room.

  What was she supposed to say to that? Safer to change the subject. Business. “What would you like me to clean today? I’ll do dishes and a few loads of laundry? Do any of Locksley’s shirts need to be ironed?” Automatically, she started to move around the room, picking up abandoned coffee cups and a pizza box that was in the middle of the floor. “I’ll start on dinner too, or do you need me to do the shopping first?”

  Elodie followed her into the kitchen, where there was only a bowl in the sink.

  “Shopping, I think, but I’m coming with you because the cupboards are empty and you won’t know what we want because I’m too lazy to make a list. It’ll go faster with two of us.”

  “Okay.”

  “And we can gossip about men.”

  “Uhhh...I have no man to gossip about.”

  Elodie took Tess by the hand and led her to the door, grabbing her purse off the table in the entryway. “How chaotique is my hair?”

  “Chaotic?” Tess tried to keep a straight face but smirked despite herself.

  “You know.” Elodie flailed her hands and arms around her head. “Messy? Wild?”

  “Well, it’s a little wild, but it looks hot.”

  Elodie winked and led her out to the car. “It’s hit and miss with sex hair. Sometimes you look like a Victoria’s Secret model and sometimes you look like an extra from The Walking Dead.”

  While they waited for a light, Elodie fished in her purse and took out two granola bars. “Eat these.”

  “Why?”

  “Because making you grocery shop for me while you’re hungry is cruel.”

  “How do you know I’m hungry?”

  Elodie raised her brows and looked back at the road. “Don’t lie to me. I can tell things are bad for you right now. I was poor my whole life until last year. I know hungry when I see it.”

  From nowhere tears welled. Tess blinked them back hoping she didn’t ruin her makeup over something so silly. She knew people knew, but that so many of them gave a shit still shocked her.

  Elodie shook the granola bars at her until she took them.

  “Okay, okay. I’ll eat.”

  “We’ll get something at the drive-through on the way home too.”

  Tess opened a granola bar, hoping Elodie couldn’t hear how loudly her stomach growled as soon as the smell of food hit her. “If I’m making dinner, there’s no point in getting take-out.”

  “You could do with two dinners.”

  When they arrived, the parking lot teemed with people. Elodie parked at the end of the lot instead of circling around and looking for something closer.

  “It’s a good excuse to walk you through the parking lot.” Elodie grinned and bit the tip of her tongue.

  “What?” Did she look like she needed the exercise?

  “Part of the reason I brought you was to have you be seen. Now, we’re getting out of the car. You are going to walk to the entrance gracefully, with your head high and your shoulders back. Don’t look at the men who will be gawking – you’re too good for them. You’re the queen bitch and if they want you they’ll have to beg for it.”

  A laugh burst from Tess’s lips. “Is that what you do?”

  “Mais, non! I don’t have to think about it, and I look at people too. You, though...you need remedial sexy girl training. The hotter you believe you are, the hotter men will think you are.” Elodie leaned over and kissed her cheek.

  The touch of her soft lips made Tess instinctively want to turn her head and make her mouth available. Shit, this girl was confusing.

  “Now go make those men run their carts into each other. I’m right behind you.”

  “Ugh. Why don’t you just walk with me?”

  “Because I’m not going on your date with Tristan. You need to learn how to do this on your own. Now be graceful and don’t fall over. Although with you, even that would probably be charming.”

  Tess got out of the car and closed the door, then made her way to the store entrance. For the first time in her life she actually felt not only noticed but as though men were checking her out. Although her first instinct was to stare at the ground and let her shoulders hunch inward, she remembered that Elodie was watching her. Elodie thought she was a tasty little cake, so she tried hard to prove her right.

  By the time she walked inside, she was ready to curl in a ball under the cantaloupe display. Shopping cart. This wasn’t that hard. She’d done this part before.

  Today the carts had a mind of their own. She tried yanking a cart from the end of three different rows, and they were all stuck. Heat crept up her neck. People had to be staring, but she didn’t dare look.

  “Can I give you a hand? They really get stuck sometimes.” A man was at her shoulder, smiling at her like she was pretty, not laughing at her for being a clod.

  Tess ducked her head and looked up at him shyly before she realized she was doing it. Self-confidence, Tess! Elodie says you’re cake.

  She tried to turn the shy gesture into something coquettish, and it must have w
orked because he was giving the polite impression that he’d like to lick her frosting.

  “That would be great. Thanks.”

  Hey, he was cute too. The guy pulled a cart out for her and handed it over, his dark gaze meeting hers with interest. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “Thanks. I might have been stuck here all day.”

  “Now that would have been a shame. You look like a woman who has better things to do.” He grabbed a basket for himself and walked in the second set of doors with her.

  “There you are, chérie! I had trouble finding a spot.” Elodie appeared out of nowhere and threw her purse in the cart, then linked her arm through Tess’s.

  Elodie and Mr. Helpful exchanged a look, her side of it looking cold and faintly menacing. He just looked surprised.

  The man inclined his head toward Tess. “Glad I could help. Obviously you do have better things to do.” He turned his attention to Elodie. “You’re a lucky woman.” He grinned and sauntered off.

  Confused, Tess glanced over at Elodie who was trying to kill the man by stabbing him in the back with her eyes.

  “Did he think we were together?” Did people just automatically assume that now when they saw two women together?

  “Yes. You’re too good for a man like that – trying to pick up innocent young girls in grocery stores. Predator.” She frowned and then shook her head. “Never mind him. Let’s get started so we can go home.”

  “I thought part of the reason we were here was so that I could be seen.”

  “Yes, that’s true. But I didn’t like that one. He looked...untrustworthy.”

  Seriously? He’d seemed nice. No pick-up line or anything cheesy. It felt more like Elodie had cockblocked her. Had the guy been putting out a creepy vibe that she hadn’t picked up on, or was Elodie just being overprotective?

  As they shopped, Tess noticed that Elodie was touching her a lot, and wondered if it was a French thing. If a guy smiled at her, Elodie was at her side like a sexy, redheaded Doberman.

  When Tess reached for the cereal, Elodie traced a finger across the back of Tess’s bare thigh.

  Her breath caught. “What are you doing?” she whispered, glancing up and down the aisle. Either no one had seen or they were too polite to stare.