Here is Part 1 incase you missed it.
Part 2
The tensioning sound of leather being stretched taut was punctuated by another loud SNAP cracking through the air. Twisted between my fists was the thick leather belt that I was wearing earlier and the source of the gunshot loud cracking sound that ripped through the air. I folded over, relaxed, and then jerked the belt outwards, the weathered and treated pieces of leather slapping together in sadistic anticipation. We had 24 hours together with no interruptions, no restrictions, and nothing else to focus on except for each other…and I was going to make the most of it.
“It’s time for an inspection, kitten,” I mused lightly, cocking my head to the side as I inspected your still trembling body. You struggled to sit upright, your muscles attempting to return from their temporary state of Jello to something resembling a solid. You once again gained your composure and slid off the countertop, landing lightly on your feet like your namesake and then slowly uncurling to stand straight again. Again, a shy smile touched your pink lips, color rose in your cheeks, and your eyes cast downward as you attempted to not look directly into my eyes. If you had, you would have seen the unbridled lust and desire that filled them, wanting to ravage you and leave nothing but a quivering pile of a well fucked kitten.
At the mention of inspection, you knew what was expected of you. You drew yourself up as tall as you could, lacing your fingers behind your head, cradling it as you stared straight ahead. Your feet shuffled outwards, spreading your legs to provide a solid base while also opening you up for my full inspection. Your chest rose evenly, your body ramrod straight, stomach held tight, while you waited for me to begin my thorough assessment of your abilities and dedication to be my submissive. Slowly I nodded, impressed with the relative speed in which you assumed the position, your level of dedication rising in my mind. I continued to observe you, drawing out the moment and lengthening the anticipation, a literal charge humming between our bodies.
I lowered the belt to my side as I strode forward, making a show to take a critical eye of your posture. My eyes narrowed while you stood still, canting my head first to the left and then to the right as I tried to get new perspectives and viewing angles during my critique. Small modifications were made to your stance, widening it slightly more with a tap to your feet, nudging your arms higher which cause your breasts to become more prominent, and playful taps with the belt against your peach of an ass to straighten your body even more. The strain was noticeable on you with your muscles contracted and held tightly in position. As I was kneeling, I noticed a tremor along your inner thigh and it brought an idea to mind. Straightening, I passed the edge of the belt against your inner thigh, stopping with a light tap against your pussy. The tap caused a surprised sound and a flinch to escape you, your eyebrows rising upwards in a surprised and questioning expression.
“Who do you belong to kitten?” I asked, swinging the belt loosely in my right hand, the motion causing it to periodically bump between your pussy lips. Each tap sent a tremble through your frame, your eyes closing for you to maintain your concentration. “I belong to you, Sir,” was your reply to me, each word punctuated with a gasp from the gradual and forceful swinging of the belt.
“Who does all of your holes belong to, kitten?”
Slap. Slap. SLAP!
“Yours, Sir! They are yours!”
The hard edge along the side of the belt was ground into your pubic bone, sliding up and along you’re your wet folds and swollen clit. My left hand shot up and took a fistful of your hair, your fingers trapped amongst the blonde tangles. “That’s right, kitten,” I hissed back at you, drawing you closer to focus on the expressions that flash across your soft features. My belt was ground even harder and harder between your legs, the makeshift phallic object becoming soaked with your juices and began dripping to the floor.
Spinning you around by your hair, I pushed you against the countertop, crowding against you from behind, my aching cock grinding against the fabric of my dress pants and between the bruised globes of your ass. Roughly, I kicked your legs wider, almost to the point of dropping you to the floor if it weren’t for my fist in your hair. “They belong to me. They don’t belong to your husband. They don’t belong to any fuckboi that comes along. They…are…mine…,” I rumbled into your ear, jerking your head back harder.
“Y-y-yes, Sir,” you managed to get out before a cry of pain was torn from you. The wettened leather of my belt cracked across your backside and you barely had a moment’s notice before another one landed on the opposite side. “Hold the counter,” I barked, landing a strike and another on your delicate skin.
THWACK!
Another solid connection between the back of your thigh and my belt was made, your skin blushing angrily as stripes appeared on your lower body. Each slap of leather against your skin drew sounds of hurt and discomfort but it wasn’t long as those sounds turned huskier and deepened. Your head bowed down only to be flung backwards with each landing of leather on bare skin. Wetness began to gather and trickle down, mixing and mingling with the sweat that dotted your entire body.
Then suddenly, the whip crack of the flogging disappeared. The sensual stinging wasn’t added to and it appeared as if you were given a brief respite…your body bowed and leaning forward against the cold countertop. Even over the heat of the welts, you could feel the warmth of my body drawing closer. A tiny smile tickled the corners of your mouth, the rush of what has been happening to you covering you in a warm glow…that is until the icy cold shock of surprise sliced through that molten feeling.
Your head snapped backwards once the belt looped over your head and around your collar. As your head was drawn back, you felt me press against you, the unmistakable pressure of my aching cock solidly resting against your ass. My grip on my belt tightened, slowly winding your head and neck backwards, teasing you with shallow strokes between your reddened cheeks. A few times, I stopped and rested the thick head against the tight pucker of your ass, precum lubing the entrance as it nudged insistently against it. Each time, I could feel you tense as anal wasn’t something we discussed much before and was a soft limit for you.
Finally, I flexed my knees and then straightened, stabbing upwards and filling your eager pussy from behind. Another strangled gasp of surprise from you turned into a low moan, our bodies finally tied together after months and months of texts, emails, and calls. Nothing could have prepared either one of us for the experience as the fantasy of our meeting became an erotic reality. You felt me throbbing deep inside of you, aching for release, having fully bottomed out in you. My cock twitched once, twice, three times enjoying the tight grasp that you had on me.
With agonizing slowness, I began to withdraw, almost entirely which caused you to mewl and push backwards as best as you could with the belt still wrapped around your neck. But it wasn’t very long until I thrust myself back into you. Our bodies slapped together slowly, each jerk of the belt drawing you harder and harder against me. “Fuck…” were the only words to pass from my lips, teeth gritted from the way your tight pussy milked me as I sawed in and out.
“Unh…unh…fuck…unh…Sir…” you whispered out, your words drowned out by the wet sucking sounds of our fucking and the heavy contact of our bodies. My other arm snaked around your waist, cupping your drenched mound, and grinding deep inside of you. Callused fingers found your swollen nub, teasing and toying while keeping you hard pressed against me. “Hnng…please Sir,” you begged as you attempted to push your ass further and harder against me, wanting to get the hard-frantic rhythm going again.
“No,” I replied cruelly, laughing at your futile attempts to finish yourself. My fingers continued to circle your swollen clit and your body began to tense rapidly with the onset of your climax. Higher and higher I made you climb in pleasure, the combination of my fingers against your clit, my thick cock stroking in short thrusts in your eager pussy, and the ever-consistent pressure around your neck. And then, nothing. No more teasing of fingers. Your dripping cunt became empty and the force around your throat slackened.
A look of shock, surprise, and disbelief flashed across your delicate features, a desperate cry of, “No…” coming from your throat having been denied cumming. Your head began to turn to see where I disappeared to but that was short lived as your body was forced against the countertop again. “Don’t move,” I growled, my thigh sliding up between your thighs as my foot came to rest on the foot bar, splaying your slickened pussy lips and trailing a wet line over my skin. “Hands behind your back and lace your fingers,” I ordered, taking first one hand and then the other, taking a handful of your fingers, essentially immobilizing them. A simple command of, “Grind yourself,” was given, the slack on the belt taken up once more like the reigns on a horse.
Awkwardly, you attempted to roll your hips, trying to get some friction against your pussy, however the position your body was in made it agonizingly difficult. I had you pinned against the counter, hands pinned behind your back with you resting on my thigh, your toes barely brushing the cold floor. Straining, you began to grind yourself down on my leg again, attempting to get the needed friction to reach your denied orgasm but you find that the distance that you are allowed to move is not enough.
“Please…Sir…fuck..please, Sir.”
Again, the leather strap was pulled tighter as you heard me whisper hotly against your ear, “Please what, kitten?”
Your back bowed from the pressure exerted around your neck, tighter and tighter it wound until you realized that air wasn’t quite making its way into your lungs. Panic shot ice cold through you, hands frantically reaching up and clawing to try and get some freedom from my belt. The edges of your vision began to get dark and hazy, your nails biting into the leather, your efforts futile against me.
In your haze, three words cut through and jolted into your brain. “Kitten…trust me.” And in that moment, you let go. Your eyes closed as you drew closer and closer to unconsciousness but also because you trusted me that I would bring you no harm. That you were safe and secure with nothing to fear. Calm replaced the franticness in you and you allowed whatever to come, happen.
You became lightheaded and lucid as hypoxia began to take hold. On the outer edge of your consciousness, you felt me begin to fill you again. The pace began slow, each stroke long and languid so that I could feel you tighten around me. Your body jerked with each thrust, your senses still foggy but not at the point of unconsciousness any longer. The tempo increased as I rammed deeper and deeper into you, your juices coating my length and sliding down your thighs. Heat flushed through you, the familiar tightening in your stomach appearing as my cock pounded harder and harder. I hunched over your body, driving quicker into you and getting closer to release. “Kitten…” I groaned into your shoulder, your head lifting lazily at the mention of your name. And then fireworks burst into your head from multiple sensations having been assaulted at once.
My body tensed before bucking into you once…twice…and then a final time, burying myself deeply and pulling you back onto me. Burning pain lanced at your shoulder as I sunk my teeth into the soft skin there while your pussy began to be filled with my cum. Your eyes shot open from the pain and the sensation of being pumped full of thick, heated ropes of my seed splashing against your inner walls. Both sensations triggered your own orgasm, a full body tremor rumbling its way through your core and radiated out to your limbs.
We both rode out the waves of our climaxes, suspended in the intensity of the moment together. Slowly, I withdrew, cum mingling with your juices but remaining inside of your tight but used hole. Your body became a dead weight and you slumped back against me, rag dolling into my arms. With a brief grunt, you were hoisted into my arms, your small frame enveloped by mine to be carried to the master suite.
I nudged the large door open with a foot and a leg, the door swinging silently inwards, before hooking an ankle and it closed with a click. The master suite was decorated much like the rest of the suite in dark blacks and rich reds along with the metal and wood modern motif. I settled you more securely against me, reached down for the heavy comforter, and peeled in back from the massive bed. Gently, I laid you down, a blissful expression creeping over your features, and those sexy cat’s eyes opened to take me in.
“Hi Sir,” you whispered out shyly.
I canted my head slightly, my own grin appearing as I looked at your tiny body being engulfed by the bed. “Hello kitten,” those simple words having been wanted to be said in person for what seemed like forever.
“Is this really happening, Sir?”
“Yes, kitten. It is. For the next 24 hours. You are mine…”
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