Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
DAMIEN
Why the fuck you lyin’. Why you always lyin’.
A smile eases up my lips as I ponder the conundrum before me.
She certainly is the mild-mannered temp I watched at work while I engaged in hand-to-gland combat.
Yet, here she is, a complete one-eighty to the professional I played a five-finger solo on the pink flute to in my office.
Such a conundrum. I stare down at the naughty kitten, my cum cannon rock hard as she blinks up at me with the look of such profound innocence that I nearly laugh in her face. Gone is any trace of the dutiful, laced up employee, and in her place is a kitten beyond my wildest dreams.
Even now, I can smell the scent of her arousal as it perfumes the air, making my mouth water and my balls clench with abject need.
Honeyed arousal I’m sure is just dripping from my little pussy’s cunt until it dribbles on the floor in a puddled mess.
Underneath that is the scent that’s all her.
Rose and sugar. Refinement and decadence wrapped up in one skittish little bow.
I feel her hesitation. I sense it in every quiver of her muscles and twitch of her lips.
Calling her by her given name certainly caught her off guard, and that’s exactly where I want her to be.
I’ve played with my fair share of submissives, but none that I’ve wanted to turn inside out with desire and humiliation.
Calling her by her government name is just the first step. The next step is to see just how far I can take this little kitten. Now that I know what a deviant, naughty minx she is, I fear I shall never let her go.
I force my gaze to my phone so I can look at the information.
Single.
At least that’s what her forms say.
Time to see if I can house train this potentially feral little stray and make her mine.
“Sit,” I bark out the command, seeing just what she’ll do with so little instruction.
For a moment, a look of confusion flits across her face, and my manhood twitches as she gently moves into action. Eventually, she sits back on her calves in a deep kneeling position. Well enough.
“Up.”
Again, I watch as she puzzles through my words before rising onto her knees and tilting her head.
“That’s my good little kitten. Come,” I growl as I tug on her leash. “I want to get better acquainted with you.”
She hesitates as she stares up at me, her gaze peering into mine. Though I can’t fully read her expression, I’d bet dollars to donuts she’s trying to figure me out, to understand who I am. Sweet little stray will learn soon enough.
I stand there with her, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes. Though I long to pull on the leash, to drag her over to me, I pause and simply watch. There doesn’t seem to be a spark of defiance around her. No. There’s a wary uneasiness.
Eventually, she crawls toward me and allows me to take her deeper into the club. The thick curtains part, sending waves of pulsing music through me, thrumming through my veins, and it beckons us deeper. Where to start.
It’s been so long since I’ve actually played with an omega that I feel a touch lost. I’m like a kid in a candy store and would rather lick every single piece in there instead of committing to one and taking it home.
There’s rope, there’s a whipping station, there are crosses, spanking benches, medical sections.
So many things I could do to this little stray.
Thankfully, the choice is made as only one piece of equipment stands unmolested.
Everyone else has claimed the more fun and daring pieces such as the rope harnesses, the scorpion, and the Saint Andrew’s cross. That leaves me with the spanking bench. A smirk lifts my lips as I rub my erection through my pants as I lead her over.
“You are not a lion, by any stretch of the imagination,” I say as I jerk on the leash, urging her up onto the fancy leather. “But I can still pretend to tame you.”
The ears on top of her head quiver in the most adorable way as she squirms into place, lowering down onto her tummy so I can lock her wrists and ankles onto the outer portions of wood.
Once she’s how I like her, I drop the leash and circle her body, taking note of every quiver of her flesh as I study what’s exposed to me.
I should have done an inspection first. Oh well. There’s always next time. With the way this bench is fashioned, I can nearly see everything I want, anyway. The wood is parted, allowing her thighs to remain spread open as I do whatever the fuck I want to her.
Honeyed arousal taints the air as I hunch down behind, studying her fat, swollen pussy as it presses against her clothes.
The material stretches taut over her moist, juicy folds, outlining her wet heat to my hungry gaze.
Soon, I’m going to sheath myself in her, feel her clench around me, but first, I want to tease her, coax more of that luscious slick to drip from her body.
With a smirk, I tug on the tail, earning an arch from her lower back. Just like a cat in heat. Perfection. It’s a good thing I didn’t know she was this responsive at work. I would have fucked her right then and there on my desk.
As I continue to tease her, tugging and releasing, a perfect idea percolates in my head. Nothing is stopping me from having everything I want. And what I want most of all, is a hungry little kitty in my office, ready to do my bidding at any moment.
“So wet and needy,” I murmur as I cup her sex, nearly groaning as the warmth from her body blasts through me. “Poor little kitten wants my cream in her hungry little cunt. Doesn’t she?”
“I-”
“Oh no,” I bite out, leaving her delectable honey pot to place a finger over her lips.
“You are not Lila Sinclair now. You are my hungry, horny little stray. I’m still debating on whether or not I want to swoop you up from the street and feed you from my nob or leave you out there alone and cold.
Mew for me, kitten. Let me hear the need vibrate through your throat. ”
To her credit, she doesn’t instantly fight me. She watches me, yes, but doesn’t tell me to fuck off, doesn’t act as if she wants to leave the bench. Something tells me this little office temp is exactly where she wants to be.
At first, the sound is so soft, I almost don’t hear it. Leaning down, I get my ear close to her lips and sigh as the soft meow comes out on a hum, an omega hum. At this point, my pecker could punch through metal because it’s so hard and engorged.
“That’s my good little kitty,” I breathe, my balls clenching up to the point of pain. “Until I say otherwise, you are to only meow. Understood? No human words.”
The little minx has the audacity to smirk at me before spreading her mouth wide to hiss at me. She actually fucking hissed at me. Nice to know my kitten does indeed have claws.
“That’s not very demure of you,” I chuckle as I tap the tip of her nose. “Not very mindful at all. But thank you for showing me just how wide your mouth can open. Now I know just how much of me you can take. I’ll show my naughty little kitten what happens when she hisses at her master.”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I wrench her head up as I undo my pants with the other hand.
There’s a glint in her eyes, that defiance I knew was lurking in the background. It’s what I live for. Brats who crave to be broken.
With a groan, I whip out my one-eye trouser snake and fondle my balls, sighing in relief at the freedom, at the cool air kissing my ruddy head. Already precum pearls at the tip, beading up there, just waiting to be tasted.
“Open for me. Take my purple-headed yogurt slinger into your mouth.”
The feisty kitten refuses and clenches her lips shut as she shakes her head no. But even as she protests, the scent of her arousal perfumes the air as her eyes dilate just a touch. She can deny it all she wants, but her body wants me. It craves me.
Gripping the base of my baton, I whack her on the apple of her cheek with the tip, smearing my seed onto her face.
She can smell the semen on her skin, and I see the instant the hunger in her awakens.
It’s more than just the darkening of her eyes.
It’s in how her whole body relaxes for me until her mouth drops open.
Such a pretty little cum dumpster for me. The perfect receptacle for my sprog. But she hasn’t earned it fresh from the source. Oh no. This naughty little stray needs to be taught a lesson first.
I thrust in, groaning at the feel of her lips wrapping around my turgid tip.
Her mouth is like heaven, and I know I can easily lose myself in her.
Closing my eyes, I fist her hair in my hands and saw in and out, dragging my fat head from the back of her tongue to the very tip only to shove in and do it all over.
Fucking her face feels better than I expected, better than I hoped. Her tongue laps at my underside, following the swollen, distended veins with her tongue as if they were a river on the map. My balls clench and pulse with every flutter of her throat as I shove my way back there.
Perfection.
As I thrust my hips back and forth, I motion for a monitor to come over.
“Pet dish,” I rasp out. “Hurry.”
I know I’m not going to last long. Not when she fucks me with her mouth so expertly. Long, lurid groans rip from my throat as I squash her lips and nose with my bulbous knot, forcing myself in as deeply as I dare.
Only a few more times of that, and I’m sure to spray my swimmers down the back of her awaiting throat.
Thankfully, the monitor comes by with the dish, and I heave a sigh of relief as I pull out of her mouth.
Spittle drips down from her lips and onto the floor in an erotic splatter as I hold the dish in front of her face and continue rubbing my hand up and down my python, using her saliva as lube.
With a loud shout, I angle my tip toward the bowl and slam my hand up and down.
When the first bit of ball barf shoots out, I turn my attention to my knot, gripping it with my hand as I milk myself, pouring every bit of me into that bowl.
As I go down even further to cup my balls, thick, hot ropes surge from my crown to paint the cold, sterile metal below.
Lila watches the performance, her eyes growing wide as her mouth waters even more until it intermingles with the brotien below her. Poor thing thinks she’ll be allowed to chow down right away while it’s hot and ready.
“Clean me up,” I growl, holding my helmet out to her awaiting tongue. “Every drop.”
In an instant, she goes to work, laving her tongue over my sensitive skin, humming to herself as tastes me for the first time.
Once I’m satisfied with her performance, I set the bowl down on the floor and walk over behind her.
It takes a few moments to stuff my softening member behind the cage of fabric of my suit pants.
Lila’s body quivers as I come behind her and run my fingers over her wet pussy, grinding the thin material into her clit as I force her to cry out for me in keening, mewling wails. Just as her body tightens like she’s going to come for me, I pull away and smack her ass.
It jiggles under the force, making my balls ride up again. God, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. Pulling the gusset to the side, I slip my hand over her pussy, cupping it again as I plant light kisses over the swell of her ass.
Her dewy, delicate petals swell even more as arousal engorges them and nectared honey drips onto my palm like syrup from the fucking gods. Ambrosia. Obsession. Girl goo. I want all of it. I want her.
I tease her again, my fingers slipping over her clit as her arousal coats my digits. So hungry. So needy. So mine.
As she tenses again, I stop.
We play this game for what feels like an eternity until I’m rock hard once more. Pulling away, I undo my pants again and stroke myself as I come back to her face.
Her eyes are pitch black as she looks up at me. Not a bit of iris in sight. She’s just so fucking responsive.
She follows my movements, licking her lips as she stares at me, watching in rapt attention as I masturbate just for her, showing her what she does to me, how she fucking turns me inside out.
Reaching down, I undo a wrist, desperate to have her touch me. Without having to say a word, she slides her hand forward and cups my balls, dragging her fingertips across my dimpled, wrinkled skin.
I could do this all day. What I wouldn’t give up to have her touching me like this, meowing for me as she thrashes against her restraints. Honestly, I can’t think of anything else I want more.
But first, to trap her.
I have to make her mine completely.