by Riley Murphy
When she tilted he head and scanned the crowded room around them he made a tsk-tsk sound. “Eyes on me, Jo. For tonight your only interest is me.”
Blood drained to his cock and it thickened. Oh, she may have been nervous with hands shaking as she pulled her shirt over her head, but when she dropped the flimsy thing on the table and reached behind for the clasp of her bra she was staring at him. Focused in on him. Damn, doing a good job overcoming her wariness with the crowd that no doubt watched from above.
Those intricate lacy henna patterns around her nipples got to him every time. He hadn’t meant to say so out loud. The words just came. “I love your decorations.”
“Thank you.” Her gaze dropped as her skirt slid down her legs.
“Eyes on me, princess. Unless I tell you otherwise, keep your eyes on me.”
He was surprised and a little disappointed when she shimmied out of her panties and he saw that the beautiful design she’d sported all those months ago was gone. Her mound was still smooth as glass, just without the henna.
“Put your arms up over your head. That’s right. Stretch them up. Good. Now turn around. Slowly, so I can see every inch of you. No, don’t close your eyes. Keep them opened and turn.”
He knew when she did she’d be forced to see the crowd that had gathered. Hopefully that would be enough to deter her. Already she’d gone further without bratting than he’d anticipated. He shot a look down at the cat suit and wondered. Would she do it? Would she let him dress her in it? God, what if she did? What if she played his pet for the night, what then?
“Stop. Arms down. Come here.” He spread his legs in an inviting V and waited. When she stepped between his thighs, he leaned around her and picked up the black leather bottoms. “I want you to wear this.” He moved her back and held them out for her to step into. “Go on, put your hand on my shoulder and step into them.”
“What’s that? It’s furry.”
“The tail.”
She had one leg in and paused to squeeze his shoulder. “Tail?”
“Yes,” He shook the other side of the panty impatiently for her to get into it. “I want you to be my pet tonight. My little kitten, who purrs at my feet and adores me.”
He almost smiled because she kind of fell through the other leg. Any minute she was going to cry off.
“Okay.”
His head shot back and he looked at her. She couldn’t be seriously thinking she’d go through with this. He’d cheated and pored through her private paperwork. Learning everything she despised. Playing some Dom’s pet was at the top of her hate list. He’d thought that was a shame as this kind of play did it for him on occasion, but what the hell was she doing by agreeing to this? She must have it bad for him.
Shit, he hadn’t brought the full leather gear, only the bottoms with attached tail, leash, collar and the mask. The latter of which was fashioned after Cat Woman’s. Sexy as fuck. He’d left the bra, straps and fishnet stockings in the box because he never imagined she’d go through with it.
“Kneel.” And when she did and put her splayed hands on his thighs he was going to order her to remove them. She shouldn’t touch him without permission, but damn, the heat of her palms on him. The weight as she leaned forward and let him put the mask on her felt good. “Next time you want to put your hands on me you ask permission beforehand.”
“Oh.”
“No, put your hands back where they were until I get this zipped. I have to be careful. I don’t want to catch any of your hair. There.”
He sat back and took in the sight of her. The mask came down over a third of her face. You could just make out the bottom of her nose and the eye openings were cut much larger than necessary and shaped in upward pointy pattern. Add to this her deep red lipstick and he knew he was fucked…or she was going to be if he didn’t get her to beg off the crazy notion that he was the only Dom for her.
He reached for the collar and weighed it in his hands before he held it up in front of her. “Once I put this on you you’re my pet. There’ll be no more talking allowed from you. You’ll walk a step behind me if on two feet and crawl when I tell you to. Your eyes are always focused on me. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
He was shocked she didn’t have more to say or something to ask. “Do you have any questions before I buckle this around your throat?”
She nodded. “One.”
“Ask.”
“Why do I have to be a cat? I’d rather be a wolf or a—”
His lips twitched but he held back his grin. “Stop being bratty.” Leaning forward, he waited for her to lift her hair and then locked the collar around her elegant throat. He didn’t wait to attach the leash. He snatched it up and clipped it on as hot lust thundered through him. Shifting, he tapped on her hands so she’d release those silky locks and when she did he watched as the ebony veil fell over her shoulders. “I love a little kitty who likes to play and purr. One that idolizes me because I own her. The rest of the world doesn’t matter to her when she’s with me like this because no one can touch her. No one can pet her but me.”
Her eyes darkened and her face flushed. She liked this. She was turned-on by it. How…? Suddenly he recalled his thoughts about her that first night in his office. The “she doth protest too much” theory. Jesus fuck. If she listed all her likes as dislikes…of course she’d list all her real desires as undesirable. He gave himself a mental slap. She didn’t want to feel pleasure and now this whole night was filled with those supposedly undesirable things? Holy hell, she was going to be in sub-space before he knew it.
Maybe if he pushed her…
“You’re going to be my good little kitten, aren’t you?” He barely curled his knuckles to brush them down the side of her cheek when she closed her eyes and leaned into them. Moving her head like a cat does when rubbing against its Master.
It was a moan, he told himself. Not a purr. It sure did sound like one though. Light and husky coming from her throat and when she opened her eyes and he saw how languid her look was he knew he was in trouble. Serious, need-to-get-the-fuck-out-of-Dodge trouble.
Jo had come to the club prepared to do whatever it took to get what she wanted and what she wanted was Ted Basel. She didn’t know why or how this infatuation with him had happened, only that it had, and now that she was feeling somewhat whole again and he was the cause, she wasn’t going to let go.
It wasn’t easy. It was taking monumental effort to immerse herself in the present situation, but once she did, she found she was managing quite nicely. Especially when she focused in on doing it for him. Then it was easy because she wanted to please him. The crowd was another matter. Getting over the embarrassment of people watching them was difficult, but when he put the mask on her she somehow became liberated. Like no one could see through to the person she really was and strangely that opened the door for her to become the woman she always hoped to be. Unashamed. Unapologetic. The woman who wanted to be her Master’s pet. She wanted to be owned, cared for and loved and even if this was only pretend she was going to go with it.
“Come on, sexy. I have a game of poker to play with the guys and you’re going to decorate my side of the table.”
When she stood up the heavy tail swished against her naked thighs. The leather bikini bottoms were tight fitted but the fact that there was no material between the legs, which left her intimate flesh exposed to the air, had her tingling. Then when the excess chain from the leash lifted off her stomach then chest as Ted led her away, every nerve ending in her body started thrumming.
She was so caught up that she nearly forgot about her things until her spiked heel caught on her t-shirt and she stopped. Not being able to talk, she pointedly stared down.
“Eyes on me.” She saw him wave toward the front entrance. “Cam will take care of all this.”
She was sure to keep her eyes on him as she walked nearly a full step behind him until they got to a set of French doors. Then he shortened the leash and brought her thro
ugh the exit with him. Beyond those doors the place was like a maze. So many hallways and doors. It was darker too, but it smelled great. Like orange and cinnamon.
“Hey, Basel. It’s about time you showed up. Maybe you’ll change my luck.”
The man who spoke was a large bald guy who had a body like Buddha’s. On either side of him were two men who were of average size while the last guy was huge, probably as big as Ted. He had sandy-brown hair and eyes that drilled into her.
“Nice pet you got there. Kitty out for a play?”
“Not tonight, Dillon. She’s got eyes only for me.”
Oops, she’d forgotten she shouldn’t be looking at these guys. She was supposed to have her eyes glued on him.
“Yeah, well you know what they say about curiosity.”
Ted looked down at her and she looked up. She was sure her eyes couldn’t get any wider as she repeated the silent mantra, “Don’t call me on it, don’t call me on it…please don’t call me on it in front of them.”
“Is that true, sexy? Were you a bad little kitty? Did curiosity get the best of you?”
He came around behind her and gathered her hair that she’d managed to strategically place to cover her breasts and pulled it back. Now she was left bare and exposed to the four guys at the table.
“So you’re not tempted again, let’s have done with the curiosity.” He slipped the hand that held the leash around her waist while his other hand came around and he played with her nipples. “The big brute is Dillon Montgomery. He’s my general manager. Next to him is Jason Lander, he’s an old college buddy who has more money than sense to come and play poker with us. The big dude is Charlie Hart. He’s one of our bouncers and last is Zach Mayor. He’s bipolar and a complete fuck-up but we love to take his money.”
“Screw you, Basel.”
She was half listening to the exchange. Her breasts ached and the feel of Ted, the obvious thickness beneath his pants pressing into her bottom made her breathless for more of his touch.
“This way. Let’s get you set so I can take their money.”
He pushed an upholstered lounger with his knee over to the table. Positioning it beside his chair, he indicated for her to lie on it. She had ideas about curling up on her side with her head up in the palm of her hand while she watched, but he other ideas for her.
“Flat on your back. That’s right. Arms up, wrists crossed and palms open. Very good.” He brushed his knuckles down her cheek and she couldn’t help her automatic response to him. She nuzzled up against his hand and purred.
“This is supposed to improve our game night?” She thought it was the brute Dillon who spoke but wasn’t sure.
“I’m not complaining.” She knew for sure that was Charlie. He had a funny twang to his voice.
“Ignore them, sexy, they’re just jealous.”
She closed her eyes and decided that this wasn’t too bad. It was kind of scintillating, lying there with her arms stretched and her legs crossed one ankle over the other. It was like a sensual pose until…
“Uncross your legs.”
She was quick to do it, hoping her straight-as-a-die position would be okay for him. If he made her spread her legs there was no material covering her—
“Open your legs.”
She opened her eyes instead.
“I said legs. Come on, be a good girl.” He was staring at the apex of her thighs as if he was going to judge just how open he wanted her to be. “Wider,” he whispered. “A little more. More,” he said and when she did he dragged a hand down her inner thigh. “Perfect.”
She let out a breath once he was seated. Thanking the powers that be that he didn’t touch her between the legs because if he had he would have discovered she was soaking wet. She couldn’t help it. She was so in lust with him. Add to this the mask and it was the perfect storm for her to be his anything. For tonight she was going to forget everything. She had one opportunity to get what she wanted and this was it. Maybe her rotten luck was turning. Hadn’t she gotten lucky with the situation with Anjay? He’d been scheduled to go to her parents’ for dinner on Friday night and they were insisting she be there, but then he called and cancelled. Something about an emergency. Now she’d only have to see him Saturday and there’d be a whole pile of people around so it wouldn’t be so bad.
Ted’s hand wrapped around her ankle and every thought scattered as the aching commenced. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing steady. Her heart was pounding and those flutters were back full-force. She didn’t care who was in the room. If he asked her…no, if he told her to screw him right now she would.
Ted kept one eye on his poker hand and the other on her. He was digging through his mental files trying to recall the list. If he remembered correctly she said she didn’t like people to watch her, which probably meant that she did.
He rubbed his thumb over her ankle bone and noticed her nipples get harder. Gripping her tighter, he pulled her leg toward him just a little, so that she’d know he was looking at her and, God, when he did tilt his head and see her slit it was glistening. So much so he knew if he traced a finger down her he’d slide right into her.
He licked his lips and held his breath when he squeezed her ankle. Watching and waiting to see if her body reacted to his touch. It did. Jesus fuck. He had to adjust himself better in his chair. His hard-on was lying heavy down the side of his one thigh while her pussy clenched and contracted. She was primed and he hadn’t done anything more than touch her ankle?
“Your turn, buddy,” Dillon whispered.
Ted nodded and let go of her. He forced himself to pay attention to the game. He was supposed to be turning her off him. Another hand was dealt. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her cocoa-cream skin. The rise and fall of her beautiful breasts. No. He needed to keep his distance.
He rolled his shoulders and sat up straight. Did she make a sound? He turned and those henna patterns drew him like metal to magnet. The hardened peaks trembled with every breath she took. And with her taut stomach and curvy hips wrapped in the black leather? He could no more keep his distance from her than a drowning man could cast off a life preserver. He looked at his cards from right to left and back again, silently swearing. He had nothing. He’d have to fold. Not only with this hand, but with his plans to deny Jo as well because right now there was no way he could deny himself. “I’m out.”
With nothing to do while the others played their hands, he picked up her little kitty tail and stroked her with it. Starting at one knee, he inched the ridged furry appendage up her thigh across her slit and down the length of the other thigh. He loved how her mouth opened as she panted and her hands clenched into fists.
“Open palms,” he whispered near her ear. “I like all of you open to me. Especially down here.”
He tapped the tail against her hard enough that she parted and the end slid in to hit up against her clit.
She shivered and hissed in a breath. And she wasn’t the only one to make noise. Dillon groaned and Jason whispered, “Fuck me.”
Ted forgot about the game and leaned over her. “You like that, don’t you? Be a good kitty and purr for me.”
A chair creaked, then another and Ted knew the guys were adjusting to get a better look. He could practically feel the elevated levels of testosterone filling the room.
With careful precision he beat the tail against her. Holding one of her knees and opening her even more, he whispered, “Flex into it, sexy. Come after it. You want it.”
She moaned and the erotic display was getting to him. He fought the sweat off but he couldn’t hold back the drop of hot pre-cum that slipped out of him and wet his thigh inside his pants.
“That’s right. Faster. Palms open. Breathe.”
“Ahhh…”
“Almost there, kitten. Come on, stretch up for it.” Slowly he moved the tail higher and higher until she had to lift her hips off the lounger. “That’s a good little pet. So good, here.”
The air around him
crackled with anticipation. Harsh and heavy breathing filled the silence, but all he focused in on was her panted-out little breaths. Her small moans as her head whipped from side to side.
“Let’s try this.” He met her right on, hard and fast. Over and over he tapped and snapped. Working the tail against her until she was jerking and crying. Desperate. She was soaked he knew and he wanted a better view of her. “Come chase it, kitty.” He leaned over, angling for a greater vista. “Lift up and it’s yours. That’s right. A little higher now. A little more.”
Her slick folds were too enticing. He needed to feel the heat. Without a word he dropped the tail and splayed his hand on her stomach, forcing her bottom half back down into the upholstery. He didn’t pause, he just slipped two fingers into her tighter-than-tight little channel and searched until he found it. The tiny place that held all her feminine secrets. When he found it he stroked and petted it like he would a skittish cat.
Her head whipped from side to side, her hips flexed and pivoted as she moaned. She jerked then stiffened when he heard the telltale breath catch in her throat. “That’s my good little kitty. Come for me.”
He gave one last thrust with his fingers and held his position in her as her whole body spasmed and she gasped out a cry that reverberated around the room as hot and sweet honey gushed out of her.
“Christ.”
He ignored Dillon’s groan and leaned down to kiss her. “You did good, sexy. Real good. Let me finish my game and then we’ll go and have some serious playtime.”
He was pleased when she pressed her cheek into his palm and smiled. Happy because this was the first time he’d ever seen her smile and damn the sight was enough to take his breath away. But then she purred and this time there was no mistaking the sound. His cock instantly throbbed with the need to get into her.
“Such a good little pet,” he whispered and leaned down to slowly bite her nipple. “You’re my good little pet.” He nipped her hard. “All mine.”