Page 19 of Collars & Kittens
As his thrusts become more urgent, he groans, “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
His praise exhilarates me, and I suck harder, desperate to get my reward. When he jerks inside me, his cum sprays the back of my throat, and I swallow. There’s so much it’s overwhelming, and I can’t get it down fast enough.
When he releases my hair, I lick at his softening cock, cleaning him until he shudders and gently pushes me away.
He pulls on the leash. “We’re going for a walk.”
I grin at him and scoot back so he can stand up and adjust his clothing. I’m trusting that he has no plans to actually take me outside for my walk. He holds onto the end of the leash and blows out the candle on his desk before heading for the door. I lower my hands to the floor so I can crawl behind him. I have no idea where we’re going, but it’s intoxicating to be on a leash, practically naked, while following him around.
Dalton takes me through the clinic. The cold, hard floor hurts my knees, and the pain brings a hint of humiliation to what I’m doing. I’m willing to be obedient and uncomfortable because he wants me to. He didn’t even promise me anything. I’m just this much of a slut.
He opens a door to a staircase leading to an upper level. The wooden stairs bite into my knees, and it’s slow going. The stairs open up to his living room, and I get a tiny thrill from realizing I’m in his private domain. This is Dalton’s home, his sanctuary, and I’m dying to know how often he brings women home with him. I know nothing about his relationship history, but I’m not going to bring it up right now.
It’s homey and rustic, with gleaming wooden floors and dark oak mission-style furniture with green and russet decorations. It looks like Dalton, but it’s very much the opposite of me. I like soft, feminine colors and frilly decorations.
“Come, Kitten.” He takes a few steps and pulls on the leash.
Oops, I didn’t mean to pause. I trail behind him, navigating the hallway until we reach his bedroom. The moment my knees touch the plush area rug at the end of the bed, I want to lay down and roll around on it. This kitten likes to play.
I’m curious about Dalton, so I take a peek at the surroundings. The walls boast a collection of beautiful landscape paintings, and the room is warm and comfortable. Every part of his house and clinic I’ve seen so far is tidy—an aspect that endears him to me even more.
He has a king-sized bed with a plush navy-blue fleece comforter. No stuffed animals or decorative pillows in sight, which is a mark against him.
When he stops in the middle of the room, I take that as a sign that I can rest in a kneeling position. My eyes follow his movements as he slowly undresses. His muscular arms flex as he removes his shirt, revealing toned shoulders and the softness of his stomach that makes my heart flutter. As he unzips his jeans, I admire the way the denim clings to his powerful thighs and accentuates his strong physique.
His voice is deep and seductive when he speaks. “You know, Kitten, I can’t get enough of that mouth, and looking at it makes me want to fuck it again.”
Ohhh. I’m in a daze as I think about him fucking my throat and not letting me come. I don’t want that...and yet I crave it at the same time. He could toy with me and I’d eventually beg him to edge me. That’s how slutty I get.
When he’s finished undressing, he stands in front of me and cups my chin. “You’ve been such a good Kitten, I’m going to reward you. What do you want to do?”
Shit, is this a trick question?What would please him the most? Would telling him how badly I need him inside me please him or does he not care? I stare at his half-erect cock, and my body aches from the desire to feel him sliding between my legs and stretching me as he claims me. Can I admit that?
Licking my lips, I meet his eyes. “Your Kitten needs to be filled.”
A glint of desire flashes in his eyes. “Is that what she wants?”
God, he’s a tease, but a hot, sexy, dominant tease, and he makes me burn. I’m tempted to tell him he can shove his cock into every hole, and that’s not far from the truth, but I want him filling my pussy the most. “Yes, please.”
“Then that’s what she’ll get.”
Yes!Dalton pulls me to my feet and leads me to the side of the bed. As he unfastens the leather harness and lets it fall to the floor, his touch is tender. “How did I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous kitten show up at my door?”
I flush, and his fingers lightly travel along my skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. “It was the Valentine’s Day contest,” I murmur, wishing the moment would last forever.
“That’s true.” He chuckles. “It’s still hard to believe you wanted to be mine.”
Mine.
That one word is intoxicating. We both know I’m not his forever, and that’s fine. I’ll take what he’s offering now and hope he wants to continue seeing me. The thought of being his beyond tonight makes me woozy from happiness.
When the harness is off, he guides me to lie on the bed, and I stretch, luxuriating in the softness. Oh god, this is decadent. I might not fully approve of his color scheme, but his mattress and blankets are wonderful.
Dalton leans down and brushes his lips over mine briefly before getting a condom from his nightstand. He puts it on before climbing into bed with me, nudging me onto my side facingaway from him. As he presses behind me, I shiver as all my nerve endings respond to his closeness.
When his chest is pressed against my back and his cock rubs against the crack of my ass, he reaches up and plays with one of my nipples.
“So beautiful,” he whispers against my neck.
