Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
Kitten
For a moment, when I saw Fox standing in my doorway, I was so proud of the boundaries I put up. I told him I was mad, why he hurt me, and why I chose not to go to the club tonight.
And the first time I stood up for myself, I was wrong. And ended up hurting him instead.
I’m not putting up much of a fight when he demands a blow job. Maybe it’s guilt, or maybe it’s because he’s showing me a side of him I’ve never gotten to see. Literally. But mostly I’m curious where this evening will take me.
The shock of darkness and black that Fox’s presence provides clashes against the soft pink vibes of my room.
For years I hid my girly side, adjusting my personal aesthetic for Bo’s gross alpha male, beer can decor.
I never felt comfortable when I was with my ex.
I bought my pink, fuzzy, pillow-shaped stuffed animal two days after I left him.
Her name is Mrs. Wigglebottom the Fifth, and her cute smiling face is a reminder that I can finally be myself.
As much as Fox stands out in this room, he belongs here, just as much as I do, and Mrs. Wigglebottom.
I know what he’s about to do to me and I don’t want her to witness it. I pick up the blindfold. “You said you weren’t going to use this, right?”
He nods. I place the blindfold over Mrs. Wigglebottom the Fifth. Of course, it squishes her whole body and she looks less like a circle and more like a deformed egg. It’s moments like this I’m grateful I can’t see his face. My mind’s eye imagines him grinning and rolling his eyes.
He has the rope in his hand and beckons me over.
The room isn’t big and his frame feels huge in the space.
He drapes the rope over my back and moves methodically around me, crisscrossing and weaving.
He works at framing my breasts then locking my shoulders in place.
He keeps my forearms pinned against my sides, bends my elbows so they cross at my stomach, and my hands rest just above my pelvic bone.
“Fingers open means we stop. Do you understand?”
“Of course.” We’ve gone over the rules plenty of times.
“How’s your jaw? You worked it hard.” He rubs it with his thumb, caressing my chin.
I go to shrug but I can’t—right, the ropes. “It’s fine.”
He lingers for a beat, his hand on my face like he wants to say something, but doesn’t.
He presses his forehead to mine before stepping away and reaching inside his bag.
When I see it, my stomach does a triple flip as curiosity peaks.
The red ball strapped to leather makes my clit pulse.
This is about to be a new level I push myself to.
Am I ready to be bound and unable to speak, only being able to communicate with the flexing of my fingers?
Fox is different from Bo. He would never hurt me—he’s proven that. And I doubt Ryan would ever do anything like this.
I take a deep breath. He stands in front of me, holding it, and slowly lifts it to my face. I open my mouth without being asked and he calls me his good girl. The straps fit snug around my head and clip together with a snap.
For a second, I forget how to breathe, and a well of panic bubbles up. But he whispers, “You’re doing great,” as he holds me. My deep breaths make the ropes tighter, and for some reason, the constriction makes me feel safer. “You okay, Kitten?”
I nod and he shifts to the bed, setting up pillows and guiding me over.
I sit on the edge, catching a glance of myself in the mirror.
He sits behind me, his hands massaging my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His chest is pressed against my back and I lean into him.
He’s right. My hair is a wavy mess and my cheeks have tear stains from choking on his cock, but I'm desired and captivating while still being captive.
I want to say thank you, but the sound is muffled.
He continues to play with my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples until they ache. His hands snake down my arms and lock with my fingers. “If I think you can handle more, I’ll tie your legs. If not, this is the most I will do—ok?”
I nod and my answer is rewarded with his fingers prying my inner lips apart.
I spread my legs further, giving him the access he wants.
His finger strokes up and down my seam. I watch his dark form around me.
“Further, Kitten,” he commands and my stomach drops.
“I want you to see how beautiful you are.”
It feels weirdly invasive and erotic to watch myself in the mirror doing all he demands, spreading open until I can see my pussy.
It’s glistening in the light, so pink and warm.
Heat coils low in my stomach as his movements shift from teasing to purposeful, each one slower than the last. His finger traces around the opening and I moan.
Tracing isn’t what I want. He pinches my nipple hard, and before I can react, he slides two fingers in and out, slowly, deeply.
The rope keeps me still, every breath a reminder that I’m caught exactly where he wants me.
I’m bound between wanting release and dreading it.
“Watch me finger-fuck you.” His intensity and calculated motion fill me and leave me empty. I groan and my mouth fills with saliva. “Are you aroused, my sweet little Kitten?”
Fuck yes. I nod vigorously. My muffled “yes” comes out sound-split around the ball.
“Is it being bound, unable to speak, or watching it that’s doing it to you?” How does he expect me to answer that?
I try to respond but it’s unintelligible.
His fingers pump in and out, and his hand leaves my breast to move his mask a little over his lips.
I gasp because this is the first time he's letting me see any part of his face. A wall he’s willing to break.
He kisses my neck, slowly and tenderly, as his fingers move faster and faster.
“How many times do you think I’m going to make you come tonight?”
I have no idea, but when his thumb starts working my clit, I feel the pressure building from my core.
His lips sink onto my shoulder next to the rope, his left hand fondles my breast, and his right hand plunges deep into me.
I watch how my body reacts—my chest reddens and my breasts feel like they are swelling.
The feeling builds until I break and quiver all around him.
“Did I tell you to come?”
Panic. No, he didn’t. I shake my head. His lips brush against my ear. “Next time you wait.” There will be a next time. That’s what matters.
Fox moves away from bracing me and gently pushes me onto the bed. “Your fingers are still closed. Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
I’m pretty sure he understands that one.
He disappears out of my line of vision and comes back with more rope.
He bends my knees and brings them to my chest. He works slowly, wrapping my legs together.
The rope starts off by tickling the back of my thighs until it’s squeezing and confining me.
Once his work is done, my legs have been secured to my arm ropes, with my knees pressed to my stomach, and my hands remain where they were.
“You’re mine, Kitten.” He leans over me, his lips curled into a smile.
I nod.
“You’re bound and helpless and only your pussy is available to play with.” His masked face fills my vision, and my whole world is him. “Is that what you want?”
I’ve never wanted anything more. I nod as much as this position allows.
He vanishes from sight and all I can see is the ceiling, but something warm and wet licks my seam. I love it when he goes down on me. His tongue darts between my pussy and my clit. It’s overstimulating and yet not enough. I’m held completely at his whim.
Then I feel the thickness of his fingers hook and work my G-spot. Fuck, this sensation is deeper, richer than the clitoral stimulation. I don’t know how long he’s been down there, but the pressure is back and I’m starting to see stars. I try to tell him I’m close.
“Come on my tongue for me—I want to taste you.”
His fingers work double around my G-spot while his mouth sucks on my clit. There's nothing to distract me from the sensation. The wetness floods out of me, and I’m left feeling empty and ashamed. Who has he turned me into? And why do I love it so much?
He moans, but doesn’t stop—licking me, pumping me, torturing me. Then growls, “You want more, Kitten?”
No. Yes. As much as I can take.
He slips a third finger between my walls and the pressure of the butt plug makes me feel whole.
He is relentless and I’ve lost track of time and my own willpower.
I am his. An orgasm starts to build again.
Again? How much more can I take? But he pulls away and I think he’s giving me a break, until I hear his zipper.
“If you’re going to come again, it’s going to be on my cock.” He digs through the bag and I hear the rip of paper as he tosses the condom wrapper by my head. I gasp as he slides his full length inside me. No time to adjust.
I can’t escape or squirm away. The ropes squeeze my breasts as they rock with his hips. The orgasm hits me harder with no way to prepare. A rush of pleasure rolls through me, tightening every muscle while he continues his steady, unyielding rhythm.
With a low sound, his arms frame my head, bringing his lips so close they blur my vision. “You’ve given me so much of yourself, Kitten. I don’t think I deserve more.”
You deserve everything. I try to say the words, but they come out slurred.
He lifts my head up and unhooks the straps.
The ball gag is finally free from my mouth.
He rubs my jaw and kisses up and down my cheek before landing on my lips.
Our kiss is deep and slow, and for a moment, I’m convinced he has feelings for me.
He has to. “You can have everything,” I confess with a small whimper.
He puts his forehead to mine and whispers, “Are you sure?”
“You’ve taken me this far.”
He breathes in before his lips form a solemn line. “Thank you.”
He lifts himself off the bed and carefully rolls me over.
I’m face down, my back arched, knees digging into the mattress.
His hands move to my hips and then to my ass.
He plays with the butt plug, twisting it until he removes it.
The tension relaxes, but not for long. Every part of my lower half feels wet and sticky.
The cap snaps open again and my stomach tightens with nerves.
His cock presses into my hole, and it certainly doesn’t feel like it does when he’s in my pussy, that’s for damn sure.
He moves slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust and relax around the intrusion.
He groans deep and guttural once he is all the way in. “Are you okay?”
“It burns, but it’s like the good kind,” I say.
He pulls back and thrusts again, this time at double the speed. Each stroke fills me. This is for his pleasure, but I crave more.
“Fox?”
The pumping stops. “What’s wrong?”
It’s hard to describe my desire. I know what I want, but saying the syllables feels impossible. “I want to come … my pussy … it feels empty.” I’m ashamed to ask for something so raw and primal.
“My sweet, beautiful Kitten, do you want more?” he asks with disbelief and awe. “My cock in your ass isn’t enough for you?”
God, what have I turned into? “Please, Fox. Please.”
His fingers slide inside, filling my pussy while his thumb works my clit.
His cock and hand keep pace. I’ve never given so much of myself to anyone.
The ropes squeeze my breasts and my nipples feel raw with each thrust of his cock.
Unable to escape, taking all that he’s giving me, his fingers stretch and hit my G-spot.
It’s overstimulating. The tension around my body, the tweaking of my nipples, being stretched and filled, consumed by him and only him, makes my eyes water, and a swell of emotion rears up that I’m not prepared for.
I’m overwhelmed, physically and emotionally.
I start crying, but my face is buried in the pillow, so I know he can’t see.
The growing fire spreads and burns my core.
His thumb circles faster and the sensations are too much. “You’re coming with me, baby.”
I cry and gasp for breath, and my orgasm feels like a happy death. He groans before yelling, “Fuck.”
I’m broken. Done. He slides out of my body and I’m empty.
Every part of me is wet, sweat drips down my back, my pussy is soaked, and tears stream down my face.
The word ‘never’ screams in my head. I’ve never been wanted like this before.
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
And my heart shatters because I know I’ll never feel like this again.