Page 29 of Collars & Kittens
“I’m not asking.” Sue winks at me and then goes back to cleaning up her desk.
After the confrontation with Ben a year ago, Dalton and I didn’t waste any time planning a future together, and that included a family with lots of kids.
He bought the lot next to the clinic, and we had a house built. He let me decorate it however I wanted. It has lots of rainbows.
We were married a few months ago, and we recently decided it was time to try to get me pregnant. The decision brought out a magnificent dirty-talking side of Dalton, and I’ve been a wet mess all day plotting out my surprise for him tonight.
Once Sue leaves, locking the door behind her, I make sure all the blinds are closed before shrugging off my coat and pulling the cat ears out of my purse. As I adjust them on my head, I think back on how far we’ve come since I first showed up at his office with the pink collar. A lot haschanged, and yet we’re still the same—I’m his Kitten and he’s my Teddy. But tonight, I don’t need Teddy. I need my Dom.
I keep my high heels on, and they click loudly on the hard floor as I slink towards Dalton’s office. He’s sitting at his desk, and he glances up as I approach.
When he sees me, there’s a moment of surprise reflected in his eyes, and I hold in my grin. That’s right, my man didn’t expect me to walk in naked.
I lean against the door, striking a seductive pose. “I’ve come for my breeding.”
He recovers quickly and gives me a look of pure heat. As he stands, his eye rove up and down my body, his gaze hungry and filled with lust.
“Come with me, Kitten. You look like you need a thorough examination.”
Desire simmers in my core as I follow him to the closest exam room. He’s bent me over every surface of the clinic in the last year. It never gets old.
He pauses next to the metal table, and as I approach him, he grins. “You’ve been a horny, naughty girl, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say breathlessly, loving the way he looks at me like I’m his entire world.
When I reach him, he pulls me into his arms. His lips capture mine, his tongue delving into my mouth and his kiss possessive. He grips my ass and pulls me closer, and I whimper when I can feel the hardness under his slacks.
When we break apart, he turns me around and slaps my ass.
“Bend over,” he commands. “Put your hands on the table, ass in the air.”
Mmm, yes, Sir. I quickly follow his orders, putting my palms flat on his desk, bending forward, sticking my butt out. I spread my legs, showing him everything, as excitement courses through me.
I flash a wicked smile at him over my shoulder and wiggle my ass at him. When his hand lands on my butt, a delicious thrill runs throughme. I can’t believe this is real life, and sometimes I have to pinch myself that I’m married to the most wonderful man in the world.
Another swat on my bottom, and I cry out from the delicious pain. I didn’t come here to get spanked, but I’m not complaining.
I hear the sounds of his clothing rustling as he undoes his zipper. “Time to breed my sweet Kitten.”
His words send a flood of wetness between my legs. There is nothing sexier than feeling him blow his load deep inside me. I love how I can still feel it long after we’re done making love.
Suddenly, his hands are on my hips and his cock probes the entrance to my pussy. When he teases me with just the tip, his voice is husky. “This pussy belongs to me, and I’m going to fill it so full of cum it’s going to drip out of you for days.”
Fuuuck. I love it when he talks dirty like this. I moan, wanting more.
As he pushes inside, stretching me, I moan out a long, “Yesssss.”
He begins to pound into me. “You’re such a desperate little slut for my cum.”
Yes. Fuck yes. That’s exactly what I am and his dirty talk turns me on.
“Please, Sir. Fill me up. Breed me.” I arch my back and stick my ass up higher.
His fingers dig into my flesh, and his cock stretches me wider with each thrust. At a sharp smack on my ass, I cry out and the bite of pain sends a jolt of arousal straight to my clit. Each stroke causes the tip of his cock to rub against a magical spot, and I’m already on the brink of coming.
“Kitten,” he growls. “If you want my cum, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
Shit. Fuck. Please. Now. A million thoughts fill my head, but nothing comes out. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure and overwhelmed. When his fingers find my clit, I scream, my body no longer under my control. All I can do is let the orgasm roll through me as the bliss skyrockets me higher and higher.
