52. Montana
52
Montana
H e laces the collar around my neck as I kneel, completely naked on the floor beneath him, legs bent under me, with my bottom resting on my feet. Tightening it to a loop that holds snug, he stands back to admire his handiwork.
“I almost wish I kept those cat ears now,” he says, his lips tilted in a sinful smirk. “You make the cutest little kitty.”
“Stray pussy in need of a pound,” I reminisce. “You were such a dick.”
“Still am,” he comments, securing a leash on the collar.
It clicks, and the sexual electricity buzzes between us, our insatiable needs so close to being met in the filthiest ways.
“On all fours,” he demands, holding the end of the leash and grabbing something from his desk drawer.
He fumbles with a wrapped package, ripping the plastic, and a fuzzy tail comes into view.
God, he wasn’t kidding.
“Where’d you get that? Why do you have it?”
He laughs lightly, twirling the silver bulb attached to the fur tail in his hand. “I actually bought it for Wheeter as a joke to use on one of his conquests, but now that I’m looking at it, I’m glad I kept it.”
I gulp, intimidated by the size of the thing. The silver bulb looks thicker than the gem he used on me during my fake casting call.
“Turn around,” he commands, getting back to business.
My breaths are already coming hard and fast, anticipation swirling through me at that wicked little look in his eyes.
I perch on all fours on the carpet, my knees digging into the rough fabric as my breasts sway, already humming for attention. He crouches near me, his fingers touching the space between my shoulder blades and softly feathering down my spine, igniting sensations that stem from the simple touch.
“Now arch your back for me,” he says, his touch rounding my hip.
I do as he demands, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of his fingers between my thighs. He touches my clit and I hum in pleasure, jutting my hips back for more. He jerks the collar suddenly, pulling my neck back.
“So fucking needy.” He spanks me with the end of the leash, the leather cracking against my skin.
“Fuck,” I cry out, wincing at the sting of my burning flesh.
“Patience, little pet.”
I work to collect myself as his fingers return, caressing up through my dripping center with a quick, forceful sweep. A rush of pleasure pumps through my veins, the tension coiled so tight I’m sure I’ll combust. Instinctively, I arch back again, seeking those fingers, hoping they’ll slip deep inside me where they belong, but all it earns me is the sharp sting of another smack.
“Ah! Please, Shane, stop toying with me!” I plead, reaching back to rub the hot flesh of my ass.
He grips my wrist, roughly tossing it away.
“I’ll do what I want with you,” he hums, the sensation of the steel plug running up the back of my thigh. “You’re my little fuck toy, pet. Holes built for my pleasure alone. Don’t forget it, rat.”
The degrading way he speaks coils the hot lust within my abdomen. I want this. To be used and cheapened to the likes of nothing, simply a warm body that this man requires for his own personal gratification. I want to be the sole source of his pleasure. I want the submission of letting go.
“On your elbows,” he says, his voice rough with need.
I comply, leaning down further and I close my eyes tightly, my teeth clenching at whatever sensation may come next. I hear the flip of a cap, followed by the slippery sounds of lube before warmed steel touches my piercing.
Flinching, I quiver beneath his touch as the bulbous tip slides between my vulva, pressing against my center.
“God, you’re always so ready,” he whispers, slowly pushing the nub inside me until I stretch around it and it pops in. “I could drown in this pussy.”
I groan against the crook of my elbow, stabilizing myself on my knees as I pulse around the toy. He allows me a moment to acclimate to the sensation before deciding I’ve enjoyed enough. I feel the pull as he works to remove it, and my insides clench tighter, needing the full sensation.
He cracks the leash on my ass again with a harsh smack, and I curse out.
“Let go of it,” he scolds, withdrawing it completely before rubbing it over my clit. The pressure makes me want to explode. “Greediest little cunt I’ve ever seen.”
He’s intentionally teasing me beyond what I’m capable of handling. My abdomen clenches and my walls pulse, tightening on nothing, quivering in the neediest, most humiliating display.
I hear the sound of the lube’s cap closing behind me, and seconds later, Shane settles before me on his knees. He pulls my leash up in the air, the collar tight against my throat as he raises my head. My eyes open to meet his gaze.
Hooded eyelids and eyes laced with sinful desires find mine as his heavily hanging erection bounces inches from my lips. Just seeing what toying with my body does to him sets my core ablaze. His tip is shiny with precum just begging to be licked. My mouth waters as I stare at it.
“So hungry for cock you could choke on it,” he murmurs, jerking the leash again. “Open your mouth, whore.”
My nipples tingle at the demeaning name, wanting nothing more than to be his whore right now, but I’m still a brat by nature. I stare up at him in defiance, shaking my head once. His hand grips my jaw, holding it painfully tight, forcing me to open my mouth. I gnash my teeth at his thumb, nipping the tip, and he pulls his hand back.
“Shit. Kitten has a little bite.”
Grabbing my jaw roughly again, he forces it open and spits in my mouth, coating my tongue with his saliva before slapping me across the face.
“I said open that fucking mouth.”
Desire clenches in my core as my lips finally part, but instead of his cock, he slides two fingers over my tongue, and I feel the pressure of the wet plug between my cheeks. He faces me as he reaches over my back, sliding it down further until it reaches my entrance.
Applying minimal pressure, he says, “Breathe around my fingers. Bite down if it’s too much and you want me to stop.”
Care envelopes his tone as he leans further over my body and applies more pressure to the sensitive area. I’m definitely sore from last night, but the steel plug is loaded with lube, ensuring it slides in with ease. A deep groan of pained pleasure escapes me, and I hum around his fingers. The saliva pools in my mouth while my body works to stretch around the bulbous toy. Just when I feel like it may never fit inside my swollen, used self, he pops into place. A burning sensation ripples through me as nerve endings come to life, and my body spasms around the invasion.
I mumble obscenities around his digits.
“Fucking hell,” he comments, his cock jumping before me as he withdraws his fingers from my mouth.
He grips my leash with one hand and the fuzzy fur of the tail with the other, and his erotic scent fills my nose. All man and muscle, his cock dancing before my face.
“Open your mouth, just suck the tip for a second.” He sounds a bit breathless, like his restraint is weakening at the sight of me.
I do as he commands, wrapping my mouth around his eager tip.
“Focus on my cock,” he says as he tugs gently on the tail plug, sending my body into overdrive. “Lap at it like a good little pet.”
A lust-filled moan fills the silence in the room while my knees slide further apart, my greedy cunt craving some of the attention my other holes are getting.
“Goddamn,” he groans loudly, dropping the leash on my back and gripping a fistful of hair at my crown.
My cheeks hollow as I suck further along his length. I work to please him, my tongue swirling over the ridge of his reddened tip, flicking it with my tongue in hot and heavy waves.
“Wide,” he growls, slapping the side of my face. “I need to fuck that throat.”
I drop my jaw wide open, my tongue hanging out over my bottom teeth as he thrusts his hips forward. His thick dick pushes so deep into my mouth, his tip pummels the back of my throat, my nose just barely grazing his groin. The most distasteful sounds of my gags fuel his dirty desires as he continues fucking my mouth in the most ruthless, vile way.
Withdrawing, he catches his breath and I cough, gasping for air. His cock steels, harder than ever, as he watches the saliva string between us.
“Fuck, I almost came,” Shane grunts, breathing roughly.
He slaps my cheek again, murmuring words of praise about how I’m the best fucking pet before releasing his hold on the fuzzy tail. The fur sweeps along my lower back, tickling against my skin. It’s such an odd sensation, feeling someone else tug something that’s connected to one of the body’s most pleasurable erogenous zones, manipulating it at their will.
He rises to his feet, gripping the base of his cock as he wraps the leash around his other palm. Stroking himself, he takes a few steps back and falls into his gaming chair, the leash pulling taut between us.
Panting, drool drips down my chin and chest as I wait, willing my body not to move. Every slight shift causes my nerve endings to fire up, driving me insane with desperation.
Tipping his head back, Shane peers at me through dark lashes and even darker eyes. “Crawl to me.”
I close my eyes, shaking my head, knowing just what torment is upon me.
“Now.” He jerks on the leash.
Breathing through parted lips, I begin the slow crawl toward him. Every move of my legs causes pleasurable shockwaves that threaten to dismantle me into a seizing puddle of bliss on the floor before him.
He watches with hunger dancing in his menacing eyes as the tail dusts along my lower back, his jaw clenching so tightly I’m worried his teeth will break if I don’t get to him fast enough.
“Sit,” he commands when I finally reach his feet.
I shake my head, dying at the idea of sitting back on this tail plug, but he yanks the leash, luring me forward. I yelp in pain, sitting back onto my heels beneath him.
“Good behavior gets rewarded, Montana, remember?” he says with a cocked brow. Leaning back into the gaming chair, he pats his lap with his free hand. “Come get your treat. Come sit on it.”
Eyeing his impressive erection standing straight up before me, he helps me to stand, sliding each thigh through the armrests of the chair. I hiss and suck in jagged breaths with every movement that causes the plug to shift.
Shane brings the leash to the back of my neck, holding it taut, forcing me to offer up my throat to him. He runs the tip of his cock through my drenched labia, and I shudder. His mouth captures my nipple, his expert tongue teasing before his teeth latch on and apply a delirious pressure that zips pleasure to my core. He eases me down onto his thickness, my chest heaving as I work his length inside me.
“There you go,” he praises, his throat thick with lust. “I want you feeling so full you can barely breathe.”
The overwhelming pressure and intense fullness does exactly what he hopes, leaving me breathless and gasping for air. He bucks his hips into me, settling deeper inside me before dropping the leash. His hands palm my heavy breasts, thumbs coasting over the nipples as he holds me still for a moment, his hard cock twitching within my walls.
“You like being my filthy little pet?” he asks, his mouth planting soft kisses on my chest and neck. His palms circle around to the bottom of my ass, cupping it before one slides higher, brushing against the tail. I feel it popping out as he grabs it, petting it along my lower back. “So fucking dirty for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, humming in pleasure as my hands brace on his broad shoulders.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he says, losing his ruthless demeanor and wrapping his arms around me. One palm circles up to the back of my neck while the other wraps around my lower back, staying near the plug.
His hips drive into me again with a deep, forceful thrust, and a feral cry leaves my lips.
“Put your hands around my neck,” he pleads, nothing but need in his eyes.
I comply, sliding my palms from his shoulders to his neck. My hands wrap tightly around it, finger pads piercing into his skin.
“Now spit on me.”
My brows lower, confusion setting in.
“What?”
“Spit. Spit on my face, into my mouth. Just fucking drench me.”
“Shane,” I moan, his crazy words and frenzied need only riling me up more. “I can’t.”
“C’mon Montana,” he groans his frustrations, stroking his tongue over my lips. “Stop with the insecure shit. Play with me how I want to play.”
He’s so vile, wanting to play all messy and fucked up. He wants me to dive into the deep end of depravity with him, assuming I am not already treading water. I clench around him, forcing him to drop his head back into the chair, a deep guttural moan emitting from his throat. Wrapping my palm over his mouth, I quiet him, my eyes peering at the door. We still have roommates, even if they are aware of our “behavior”.
Shane bites at my fingers, and I pull them away. He grips my ass with one hand, the other gripping the tail plug. “Fucking spit on me, slut.”
He lies back in waiting, lips parted as he peers at me through his dark lashes. His tongue slides out of his mouth, and I grip his throat again, leaning over him and spitting down into his mouth.
“Swallow me whole,” I mock, words of a not-so-distant past. With our noses brushing, I lick his bottom lip, my tongue coasting over his sexy piercings before capturing his mouth. He moans in satisfaction, meeting my kiss with his own.
Our tongues dance erotically as we begin moving together in synchrony. His hips thrust forcefully, driving him into me harder. I sit back on his lap, my ass slapping his thighs with my every descent. We cage each other’s moans within the confines of our insatiable mouths, licking, sucking, and nipping as we reach our peak together.
Shane grips the tail, gently tugging each time he crashes his hips against me. Shallow pants leave my lips as the intoxicating lust swirls and crests.
“I’m gonna…”
“Wait for me,” he demands, his tone rushed.
He grips my wrists, bringing them behind me before quickly wrapping the end of the leash around them, holding me hostage to his pleasure. I bounce on his cock, looking indecent and entirely lewd—just the way my man craves me—as the feeling of fullness overtakes me, my orgasm lingering at bay.
“I’m coming,” I cry out, my legs losing their strength as euphoria strikes me like a bolt of lightning, shocking my system.
Blissful explosions stem from my core, erupting throughout my body with every thrust of his lengthening cock, and I scream. He releases the leash, gripping my ass tightly in one hand, the back of my neck in a painful pinch with his other as he grunts loudly, spurting deep within me and emptying himself dry.
I melt into his arms, liquid heat vibrating through my limbs in the aftermath of the strongest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. He holds me in his strong arms, chest to chest as our heart rates slowly find their rhythm again. Finding my lips, he kisses me, so sweet and tender, his tongue reminding me that after all the degrading, all the vile language and name calling, that I’m still forever his to cherish.
It puts a tight wrap around my heart, fisting it until I’m sure the organ will burst in my chest.
“Stand for me,” he demands, removing the leash entirely from my wrists.
With my legs still looped through the armrest holes, Shane assists me as I get my feet under me, helping me stand over his lap. My legs are still shaking, the pleasurable waves of my orgasm still echoing. His semi-hard cock slips out of me, slapping onto his lower abdomen, and he grunts at the sensitivity.
I jut my ass out with my furry tail still in place, allowing for the camera to catch the angle of his cum dripping from my used little hole and onto the floor beneath his parted thighs.
I look into his eyes as I squeeze out the rest of him, the large load slopping to the floor with audible drips. He hums in satisfaction, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sound. When I’m empty, he slowly and carefully grips the tail, removing the plug with a gentle pop, his eyes watching my face for any discomfort.
I place my hands on his shoulders, getting my legs out of the arms of the chair and standing, but I’m immediately jetted back down by my collared neck. Shane pulls on the leash one last time, a lazy smirk plastered on his sexy face.
“You’re not done yet.” He tips his head, his darkened gaze peering to the floor. “Lick me off the floor, gutter rat.”