Chapter Twenty-Nine
T he glass bulb was uncomfortable inside of me, but as long as I didn't move, it made the discomfort more tolerable. I'd had anal sex before, but there was a marked difference between this toy and someone's dick, even when it was hard.
Is this actually considered a toy?
I had no idea for sure. All I did know was that the glass bulb at the end of the tail was not natural.
Of all the fetishes I knew guys to have, watching your partner emulate an animal was a new one.
He liked to call me his kitten, and I’d once thought it was just a cute nickname, but now I was not so sure, which should’ve alarmed me.
Tonight, I would ignore all thoughts because I had been wrong to deceive him as I had.
I was also genuine in my desire to make amends, even if it included this.
At least, I kept trying to tell myself that.
I had little time to think about anything more because the sound of his belt as he yanked it through the loops of his pants made me freeze.
Are you going to strike me with it?
I realized in that moment that I didn't even want to know the answer to the question. My heart was racing in my chest, and with such force, it almost hurt to breathe. There had been many things Kingston had said and done to try to scare me since we’d gotten together, but he would see that I was still as fearless.
And although I was repentant right now, I wasn’t a doormat, and I wouldn’t be one for him.
No, I wouldn’t cower in front of him. Whatever he intended to do, I would handle it like I had everything else up to this point.
Determination didn’t quite erase my fear, though.
And from my vantage point on my knees, I grimaced slightly as I rocked back on my heels and looked over at him.
Kingston had the belt between both hands, but he didn’t appear too concerned with it.
I could now see and feel his gaze centered between my legs.
And just like that, I felt a small bit of moisture seep out of me as he turned me on once again.
"Such a pretty kitty," he said, finally speaking.
I had no idea if he meant me or my pussy, having heard men refer to that part of a woman's anatomy as a cat. Without even realizing it, I smiled up at him, then saw him crook his finger at me.
As I went to stand up, he growled. "No, stay on your knees."
"I don’t understand."
He chuckled. "Crawl to me like a good little puisín."
I gulped slightly, and at his second finger crook, I dropped my hands down in front of me. On all fours, I slowly crawled over to him as instructed, feeling the swishing of the tail against my ass with each move. I also felt the glass moving inside of me.
When I reached him, I moved back into a kneeling position, ready for his next command.
While waiting, I had to admit it was nice not to have to think or worry about anything other than pleasing him.
The guttural growls and groans I would pull from Kingston when pleasuring him made me feel fierce.
It was one of the few times I was in control, even though a nagging voice told me otherwise.
Lack of it was a hard limit, or should have been with all things considered, but there was little this man could do that I hadn’t allowed.
I continued staring at him. He was standing over me, and while I could hardly hear his voice over the rapid beating of my pulse in my ears, I knew the words coming from him were praise.
Then just like that, I heard a loud crack as he pulled the belt taut.
Nervously, I chewed on my bottom lip. Several long seconds passed, and just as I was about to ask him what he planned to do with it, I watched him form a noose before bringing it to my neck.
Until Kingston, I had never realized how much I enjoyed erotic asphyxiation. There was something freeing about an act so dangerous. Knowing the slightest thing could end my life was actually more thrilling than I ever would've imagined. The terror it would invoke only heightened my pleasure.
Keeping that in mind, I kept my head straight as he wrapped it around my neck.
It was only when he pulled it tight that I allowed fear to creep back into my mind again.
While dangerous and thrilling, it was also terrifying, and sometimes that emotion won out as it did right now.
Kingston likely sensed it because he was sporting that shit-eating grin of his.
One day, I would eventually wipe it off his face.
His hands went back to his pants, and seconds later, he pulled out his cock, which was already hard as steel. My mouth watered as it usually did, and he spoke once more before grabbing the end of the belt.
"Since you seem contrite, I trust you’ll drop any games and just suck me off, puisín. If you do it good enough, I’ll make you come in ways you've never come before. Put your mouth to good use, and I'll make you purr afterward."
I knew exactly what he liked, so I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock.
Back and forth, I flicked the pierced head, ignoring his growl.
Just because I knew what he wanted, it didn’t mean I would simply just give it to him.
Since we’d entered this arrangement, I’d been much more submissive than I ever thought I would be.
But, during times like this, I wanted to toy and play with him like he did with me so often.
“I said to suck it,” he warned as he gave the belt a tug.
I could feel the leather tightening around my throat, which only made me wetter.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips fully around him.
Despite his irritation, I could taste his precum, so I knew he was already enjoying it.
Using that to bolster my confidence, I sucked him in just enough, but not how he wanted me to.
I was just starting to really enjoy toying with him until he pulled out and released his hold on the belt.
A feeling of deflation filled me when I realized I’d fucked up.
Opening my mouth, I was about to say something, but he walked out of the room, leaving me there.
Since Kingston didn’t tell me to get up, I stayed in that spot.
A minute or so later, he returned with something I didn’t recognize.
It was another strap of leather, but this one had a large hole in the center, and once he brought it close to my head, I knew exactly what the hole was for.
I gulped and tried to control my racing heartbeat as he wrapped it around my lower head, positioning the gag where he wanted it.
My pulse quickened when he placed the large metal ring into my mouth and behind my teeth. Immediately, pain filled me, and my eyes filled with tears. There was something else to keep my tongue in place, and now I couldn’t even speak or move my mouth at all.
“I told you not to play with me,” he said, and I knew he was right. “So now, I’m going to take what you’d promised me. Whether you get anything I promised in return now will be determined later.”
Seconds later, he picked back up where he had left off, except this time, he had me completely immobile with both the belt and this gag.
Kingston smacked my lips a few times with his cock, and I could do nothing more than stare up at him.
The moment he thrust into my mouth, I almost gagged as he went straight for my throat.
He didn’t allow me to adjust to either him or the toy, pulling right out and slamming back inside.
“This is how you fucking suck a cock,” he told me as his thrusts became harder and faster. “You must’ve forgotten while I’ve been gone.”
His face was completely rigid, and the tensing of his jaw was incredibly sexy. A sense of regret filled me; however, it dissipated the moment I realized I was nothing more than a receptacle for him. He wasn’t fucking my mouth, truly, but using it to get off.
I wanted him to feel me swallowing down on him...feel me squeezing him with my jaw...grazing him with my teeth...and all the things I knew he liked from me. This was unnatural, and likely the reason I didn’t even try to stop the tears that started to leak from my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
Kingston didn’t either, as he let me cry. The emotion I was showing caused him to fuck my mouth even rougher while tugging harder on the belt. Moments later, I was expecting him to come down my throat, but he pulled his cock out instead and started to furiously pump it.
Right after, I felt the first warm jet of his come as he came on my chin. He didn’t even let me taste him, and when he finally released both his cock and the belt from his hands, he reached out and wiped away one of the tears falling from my eyes.
“No need to cry over spilled milk now, puisín. You wanted to play with me, so this is what you got in return.” After he removed the belt from my neck and the gag from my mouth, he crooked his finger. “Up on your feet. Bad kittens get no orgasms tonight as a punishment.”
I rose to my feet with his help and only froze when he guided me to the cage in the corner. I’d always wondered exactly what it was for, and now I knew. Shaped like a bird cage, it was definitely big enough to hold me inside, and I knew that was what he had planned.
“I’m sorry,” I told him while cursing myself for any sign of weakness.
“I am, too. In here you go.”
The door swung open with a loud creak, and I turned around to plead with him. “I promise I won’t do it again. Just give me another chance. I’m really sor?—"
“If that’s the case, you’ll take your punishment like a good girl.”
He pushed me into the space, and before I could react, the doors swung shut. “Please.”
“I would suggest you be quiet before I introduce you to a second type of gag.”
That shut me up, and I didn’t make another sound as I was left alone in the room for a short while. When he finally returned, he removed the tail, gave me a once over, then we went upstairs to bed to sleep.
I hadn’t gotten to orgasm like I’d hoped, but he was at least sharing a bed with me once more.
I had no idea why I even gave a damn, but the most unwelcome emotion welled up inside of me, and I couldn’t ignore it.
Somehow, I had fallen in love with Kingston—although my husband was in name only.
Or at least it should have been. Now, I actually liked the rat bastard.
Swallowing down something different, I turned and forced my eyes to close.
His arms came down on me afterward, and I settled against his hard frame and drifted off to sleep.