Pulling out, he rolls the condom off his cock and presses the naked head to the hot, wet opening of my pussy. My oozing, velvet pussy sheathes him as he completes me inch by inch.
“I shall reward you for your obedience,” he says and fucks me. Back and forth, gripping my hips again to push in and almost fully out, and in again, fucking me oh, so slowly.
“Oh, my Puss.” His breath is ragged.
He takes the leash and gathers it in, until, senses spiralling, I throw my head back, and he slips one finger in between the collar and my neck holds me thus, gripping my waist with his other hand as he fucks soundly, harder, faster. I am in danger of coming, despite his orders. And then I’m coming, voice muffled by the panties, moaning out pleasure in climax, pussy in spasm as he mercilessly sends me into ecstasy. He can hold on no longer and fills me with cum. My moaning gasps subside as I take his final thrust.
“Merry Christmas, my Puss, my darling.”
He scoops me up and carries me with him to the sofa. I curl into his lap like a cat, a feline, beginning the first of nine lives. I purr into his ear and call him home.
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