As she stood in the kitchen quietly contemplating to herself, he came up behind and grabbed her by the waist. His hug was warm and endearing, heartfelt in its intention. It barely registered on her though.
“What’s for dinner darling?” Same old shit, he never cooked, just ate. Eating and fucking they were his two best skills in life. Lucky bastard.
“I don’t want to cook tonight, I’m not cooking you can sort yourself out” Kinsey snapped back.
“Are you shitty? What’s wrong darling come tell me about it.” He was semi-interested, enough to ensure his next meal anyway.
“Just work stuff” she said “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Then don’t, but I’m still getting hungry and you need to take good care of me now, so let’s talk about dinner.” This fucking guy, she couldn’t believe he was still pushing it.
“I’m NOT cooking” she yelled.
“And I’m not asking Kinsey. Don’t test me now.” His warning was stern, and she knew there wouldn’t be a second warning.
She thought hard for a second about her next response, she knew full well it would dictate the rest of the evening.
“Fuck you. What are you going to do?” She knew she’d sealed her fate with those words, and braced herself for what was to come.
He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall with such authority and force that she barely had time to fully appreciate the danger she now found herself in. His strength had taken her by surprise, and despite her best efforts to free herself from his grasp she quickly realised that her efforts were in vain. Her kicking and squirming and struggling had no effect, the disdain in his eyes told her as much. “Keep still Little Kitten, all your wriggling is upsetting me.”
Kinsey kicked him in the leg, as hard as she could. He didn’t flinch, instead his grip around her throat tightened and he closed the gap between their bodies. She could feel his chest against hers. He could feel her heart beating against his own chest. It was beating fast. Fast and hard. She tried again to wrestle herself free and again he tightened his grip, and she felt her strength fading rapidly. Her mind raced thinking of what he had planned for her, and if she could possibly do anything to prevent it. As if he’d read her thoughts he leaned in close, right next to her ear, “If it’s not dinner then it’s your ass that I’ll take tonight” and he bit down on her ear lobe. She gasped and tried to scream but his grip on her throat was so tight now all she managed was a muffled and raspy moan. She could barely breathe now as it was, she knew if he didn’t let up soon she’d blackout like last time.
He used his free hand to open the fridge door. “Maybe I could use something in here for lube. Do you even deserve lube though Little Kitten? You’ve been so naughty making me chase you like this. Maybe I should fuck you without lube, not like it’d be the first time.” Her mind flashed to 3 weekends ago when he’d left her broken and sobbing on the floor of the shower, mascara running down her cheeks, her face still red from all the slapping.
She tried to speak but was cut-off as he gripped her throat so tightly she nearly passed out. “No, I’ll be nice. I can be nice when I want to, even if you’re a disobedient little shit and don’t deserve my kindness, your hole will see the benefit of that kindness.” He reached into the fridge grabbing at things she couldn’t see. She heard the clink of glass on glass, the shuffling of items as they were moved around on shelf and drawer. “Oooohh that’d hurt! How about tobasco sauce!” He waved the bottle in front of her, her eyes as wide as could be. “No, that’s just mean.” He let go of her throat entirely, and the sudden rush of blood back into her face was followed by a short but deep breath. “Good girl, good girl, breathe it in.” He planted the softest kiss on her lips, so tender. When he pulled back his eyes were full of adoration, he really looked so gentle in that moment. Kinsey didn’t see the slap coming, but she felt the familiar shock of his palm making solid contact with her cheek, the force of his smack sent her reeling and her head spun around on her neck, her hair flying about her face. She didn’t recoil, didn’t move her head back, instead waiting for him to strike her again. But he didn’t, he just let her stay there dumbstruck and sucking air back into her lungs. He continued rummaging through the fridge looking for god knows what. “Where do you keep the cooking oil? Don’t people keep that in the fridge? Fuck it, butter it is then.”
He was on her so suddenly, his body pressed against hers, her back to the wall, hands by her side, his face so immediate in front of hers, his breath on her lips, and his eyes burning into hers. There was desire in those eyes of his, lust and desire, lust and desire and rage. Kinsey had seen all of this before and she knew where it was heading. She pre-emptively kissed him, hard and deep, she wanted him in a good mood, she wanted desperately to make up for the bad behaviour she’d exhibited earlier. She wanted him to like her. He placed the butter on the island bench behind them, didn’t even look back to see where he was placing it, so aware of his surroundings, so in control, this sauve fuck. He knew the power he held, over people and space and it eked out of him in every moment. She could see it. She could feel it. It flowed thickly through the air, and she drank it up like it was water.
His hands reached up and cradled her face, tenderly like he had always done. He kissed her, and she met his kiss, lips and tongues colliding, entwined in passionate embrace that they both knew so well. She felt his hands on her neck, she felt them fall behind her shoulders, felt them running down her back, on her hips where they tightened. She felt weightless as he lifted her off the ground, pushed her against the wall and held her there, hovering a few inches from the ground. She was his helpless Kitten, he was her dominant Tiger, this was their dynamic. He bit her neck and she purred in his ear, her hands running through his hair. She took hold of that hair and pulled his mouth to hers, and again their tongues found each other. He pulled away, smiled a wry smile, “are you ready Little Kitten?” She was. “I am.”
He pulled her to him, past him, around him, and her hips crashed into the island bench behind them. The force caused her to lean forward a little and after spinning around himself he seized the opportunity to again push his body against hers, leaning and pressing his weight down on her so she couldn’t stand back up straight. His mouth was next to her ear, she could hear his breathing, it was rapid, she knew he was getting excited. It was exhilarating and Kinsey found herself starting to enjoy the game now. “Your asshole is mine tonight. If you struggle, I’ll hurt you. If you make me happy, I’ll make you happy. You’re going to be a good girl now aren’t you?” She really was going to be the best good girl she could be. “Yes of course I will. I promise” He leaned back but kept a hand on the back of her neck, and as he stood straight he pushed her down flat against the cold stone surface of the island bench. “Pull your skirt up, I want to see you.” She obeyed, but made a show of it, hiking one side at a time, a little bit at a time, more flesh with every pull and eventually her big round bum was illuminated by the kitchen lights bearing down on them both. He leaned right back for a good look, so far that his hand came off her neck. She didn’t move though, she was being the good girl she had promised to be. He regarded her compliance with admiration. Despite his rough treatment of the girl he really did have such deep affections for her. She held a special place in his cold black heart and to see her obeying his whims filled him with warmth. He thought about not smacking her ass hard, firm, direct. He thought about it, dismissed the idea and decided she had been so good in keeping her body pressed against the island bench that she deserved a good ol’ spank.
His hand came down fast and the contact was sweet and crisp. She let out a little yelp but the smile she had told him the smack was appreciated. He leaned back to inspect his work, her ass so plump and round, sitting so perfectly atop her little legs, her thighs tight and stretched and he noticed she was on her tippy toes, pushing her butt that little bit higher, keeping it taught for visual effect. The red imprint of a hand was now starting to show on her right cheek. He smiled, such a smile, and his eyes moved to hers to find she was smiling back at him. They shared a tender moment, eyes locked on one another for a moment until his expression changed, he now looked determined. The fire in his eyes rising again. Kinsey knew her time was at hand.
“Pass me that butter.” She reached beside her, didn’t even look, her eyes never left his. She was showing that he wasn’t the only one feeling the energy of the space. The aura was all around them now and they were both tuned into it. She reached behind, handing him the condiment spread, and pursed her lips into a kiss as he took it from her. “Your panties darling. They’re in the way.” She slipped her index fingers down each side of her hips, and with such intention slid the soft panties down as far as her arms could reach. He stepped in and pulled them the rest of the way, softly kissing her bum where he’d just slapped it earlier. After the 4th kiss he gently bit into her cheek, then before releasing he sucked tightly on her flesh, savouring the feeling against his own lips. As he rose he let his tongue linger, licking up to the top of her ass cheek and planting a final kiss. His hand brushed her butt, gently swaying back and forth across her cheeks, lightly caressing and waving side to side, edging closer to her crack. Fingers traced the crevasse between her ample cheeks, going from top to bottom, bottom to top. “Pull them apart for me Little Kitten, let me see my prize.” She obeyed, of course. She was his good girl. He took a liberal smearing of butter in his fingers, and slicked her asshole with it. It gleamed, shined, sparkled under the bright kitchen lights. He could swear it winked at him, but maybe he just imagined that. With his still buttery hand he grabbed his growing cock, already turgid from the whole sordid ordeal. Quickly hardening in his hand, he placed his cock head at her asshole, just placed it. He slapped it with his cock a couple times then said “deep breathe Kitten” and she filled her lungs with air. “Out now” and she exhaled long and deep.
As she expelled the air from her lungs he pushed himself gently inside her hole, little by little inch by inch until he was halfway in. He stopped, and just let it sit there for a minute. She squirmed a little, shifting from toe to toe, adjusting herself and resting down on his cock some more. He reached for her hair, pulling it together in a ponytail of sorts and held it in one hand. He gave a little tug, just enough to crane her neck a little so he could see her mouth. He loved that mouth, loved the things it could do, the smiles it could flash, the words it could speak. He loved that mouth and in turn he knew it loved him back. “I’m going all the way in now” and she nodded in recognition. Pushing deeper into her hole he felt her constrict her muscles around his cock, squeezing him from inside. He was pushed against her ass as deep as he could, her cheeks squished so cutely, rising up against his hips, the ripple of her butt being folded on itself giving him butterflies at how adorable his Little Kitten looked with a cock in her. After pausing for a moment to appreciate the beauty of her butt he landed a smack on her right cheek, gentle in comparison to what he could do, letting her know to unsqueeze now. He began pulsing in and out, slowly, but building in rhythm, the tempo of his fucking increasing with the length of his strokes. In and out, deeper each time. Eventually he was thrusting to the point where his hips were crashing against her ass, the sound of a slap emanating between them each time he thrust forward. He was enjoying himself, and she knew he was getting into his stride when he began slapping away on her butt cheek with every alternate thrust, the smacks hard now, matching the way he was fucking her. She was smiling at him, a smile he’d seen so many times before, a smile she knew he melted for. It was her weapon, that smile, he could never resist it. Well, mostly never.
His panting was heavy, laboured, he was really giving it his all and she loved feeling his enthusiasm, fucking every inch of himself into her ass again and again. Her own climax was distant, unreachable, neither of them cared though, this wasn’t about her pleasure. He was taking what he wanted. Again and again he pounded into her, plowing, thrusting thundering slamming now into her willing hole. She was such a good girl for him, he was so proud of her, they were lost in lust together.
His own climax was rising, bubbling to the surface as he fucked her. He came hard and deep, pushing his seed as far into her as he could. She felt the warmth of his cum inside her ass, and pushed her tongue out onto the kitchen bench, licking it, making sure he was watching so as not to miss this depraved slut showing her admiration for his efforts. He fell forward, dropping his full weight on her, and the sudden force pushed the air out of her lungs. She caught her breathe and gave a giggle. “Little Kitten, you are one gorgeous minx” he said. “Time for a shower though, I need a scrub down and you do take such good care of me.” She pushed her hips back into him, hard and forcefully, so much so that his cock slipped out of her ass as he stumbled back against the fridge. She swung around and took his cock in her hand, still hard, still throbbing from his climax, she gripped hard, tight, fingers locked around him. “A shower sounds nice, will you use your tongue?” She raised up on her tippy toes and kissed him, gently, but intently, and without releasing his cock she turned away and started leading him down the corridor to the bathroom. She really was such a good Little Kitten.
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