Page 18 of Collars & Kittens
Fuck, I am. I squirm, wishing he was inside me or there was a toy rubbing against my clit. I’m so worked up I could probably come from hearing him talk dirty to me.
Dalton’s fingers trace the edge of the leather straps of the harness around my thigh, and I whimper, waiting for him to do something, anything. A finger presses between my ass cheeks, and when his fingertip brushes against my puckered asshole, I jerk and yelp in surprise. His finger is gone before I have time to question whether I want that.
Another spank comes out of nowhere, followed by another, but he doesn’t linger, alternating his strikes between the cheeks.
Just when the sting is building, he pauses. “You know you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you?”
Fuck, his voice is like music. “Yes, Sir.”
He spanks my pussy, and when I gasp, it quickly turns into a moan when he does it again. Jesus, that feels good.
He does it a third time and my clit throbs. “And why is that?”
Damn, what was the reason? I wrack my brain, and then I remember. “I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t offer to suck your cock when I was on my knees.”
“Good girl.” Dalton sounds amused, and I feel a jolt of excitement and moan as his fingers run up the length of my pussy and briefly caresses my clit.
Dalton makes a hungry noise in the back of his throat, and the sound is a sweet agony. I’m strung tight like a bow, and I wish he would rub my clit some more.
After a long silence, he speaks with authority. “It’s time for you to kneel.”
Pushing myself off the chair, I sink to the floor, sitting back on my feet. As soon as I’m in place, he walks over to the chair and sits down. He’s so damn sexy. He’s still wearing his white lab coat, and I can see the outline of his hard cock through his work slacks. I have to fight the urge to climb onto his lap and grind against him. Somehow, I don’t think that would get me what I want.
With a tug on the leash, he leans forward and stares at me, and the intensity of his gaze makes me quiver.
“What do you say?”
I blink a couple of times. Does he want me to apologize again? “Sorry, Sir. May your Kitten suck on your cock?”
Dalton studies my face for a moment before leaning back and spreading his knees. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”
This feels so damn dirty but also fun, and a rush of power makes my body sing. I’m going to give him the best damn blowjob he’s ever had. I reach for the zipper on his pants, and his words stop me.
“Kittens don’t have hands.”
Oh fuck. I’m so wet and aroused knowing he’s going to watch me struggle. I crawl between his legs and use my teeth to try and unbutton his slacks. Shit, this isn’t easy. I have to bite the fabric and use my tongueto push the button through the hole. The longer it takes, the fuzzier my head gets, and I can feel myself sinking down into subspace. I’m desperate to get his cock out so I can please him.
It’s a huge relief when I finally undo the button, but I still have to get the zipper down. It takes all my dexterity to nuzzle against his pants and get the tiny zipper tab between my teeth. I give it a firm yank, and the zipper opens.Hah, I did it!
I meet Dalton’s intense gaze, and his eyes are burning with lust. Knowing I’ve pleased him gives me a rush of satisfaction, but his dick isn’t in my mouth. I’m not finished.
His cock is tucked into his boxers, and within a few moments of trying to figure out a way in there with my mouth, I realize it’s pointless. Goddamn it. I want his cock. It’s like the prize is just out of my reach after I worked so hard for it.
A soft chuckle tells me he knows my dilemma. You know what? Forget this nonsense. I’ll make him take it out. I start nibbling on his shaft through the fabric of his boxers, licking him and getting the cotton wet with my saliva.
When he hisses and bucks against my face, I want to do a victory dance, and I redouble my efforts, sucking and nibbling on him, using my teeth and tongue. With a groan, he wraps my ponytail around the hand that’s holding the leash and pulls my head up.
With his other hand, he reaches into his boxers, and his cock springs out. It’s as thick as I remember, and I’m salivating with the desire to wrap my lips around it.
“Be my good Kitten and get your cream,” Dalton orders hoarsely.
Oh, hell yes. I dive in, wrapping my mouth around the tip and moaning as the salty taste of his skin and the tang of his pre-cum hit my taste buds. His cock has thick veins running along the length, and I use my tongue to trace them, enjoying every inch of him.
After I bob my head a few times, I glance up, trying to judge his reaction as I lick the head, tracing around the crown. His jaw is tense, and the cords on his neck stand out.
“Faster,” he commands, and lust burns through me like wildfire. The world around me narrows as I focus entirely on his cock and bringing him pleasure. I speed up and take him deep, relaxing my throat. A grunt is the only warning before he pushes me down until my nose is buried into the hair at the base of his cock.
It’s all I can do to breathe as he thrusts in and out, keeping me pressed against him as he fucks my throat. It’s a glorious amount of roughness, and if I was rubbing my clit right now, I’d probably come with him.
