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He was finally back after leaving her alone for hours. Where could he have possibly gone? He walked in, humming softly under his breath, bags in hand.
"Hey, pretty girl, where are you?" His voice was casual as he glanced around the apartment, setting down the bags and keys on the kitchen counter.
The door was still unlocked. His back turned. This was her moment. Slipping silently toward it, she stayed low, melting into the shadows, just a few more steps more. Freedom was within reach.
Almost there. Just a few steps more.
His presence loomed over her, massive and inescapable, as his hand clasped the back of her neck. "And where do you think you're going?" His eyes flickered from her to the door, amusement crept in his voice. "Trying to escape, huh?"
He didn’t hesitate. He picked her up effortlessly, depositing her onto the couch. His hand slid gently over her head, petting her a few times. "You know you can't go outside, Wednesday. It's dangerous for someone as tiny as you." His tone was annoyingly gentle for a man of his size. He slipped his shirt off, setting it next to her so she could lie on it. She didn't but nuzzling it seemed acceptable.
Walking back to the kitchen, he began unloading the bags, sparing her a cautious glance every now and then. Eventually, he came back to the living room where she was still curled upon the couch, something held behind his back. Wednesday could tell she was not going to like this one bit; whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good.
With a swift, reflexive movement, she bolted off the couch, making a dash for it anywhere but closer to him and that damn smile. Unfortunately for her, he had long legs and caught up easily. But something shifted in her; this time, she wasn’t as trusting of his intentions. Even as his arms wrapped around her, his soft shushing only added to the storm brewing inside.
He knows she's feral and has learned to avoid her claws but even he forgets how small and nimble she is, easily capable of slipping from his arms. In return, he pays with bleeding claw marks down his chest, neck and arms.
"Hey, kitten, there's no need to be like this. It's a good surprise, I promise."
Her hackles rise even more. In her fury at his tone, she fights more violently. Unrepentantly. She has an idea as to what's coming and she won't have it.
"I'm going to need you to calm down, princess," he warned. His easy smile was gone, and his brows furrowed as he cornered her. “This is your last warning.
She snarls and he's just a little weary of those teeth.
Good.
“Enough Wednesday!” His tone was cold, authoritative as he scruffed the back of her neck, immobilizing her before unceremoniously throwing her onto the bed face down. Clearly done with the animosity. She thrashed about wildly, unwilling to submit. Long limbs caged her as he climbed on top, giving her no space to move.
Her protest was cut off by the sharp sting of his hand coming down on her ass; the sound echoed in the quiet room. She yelped, clawing at the sheets, but he didn’t give her time to recover. “I really didn’t want to have to do this.” Sending another harsh slap down. “But bad kittens need to be punished.” Repeating the process a few more times until her skin was stinging and her pussy dripping.
His hips rolled, the thick ridge of his cock grinding against her ass through his jeans torturously. His body covered hers, chest pressing her into the mattress as a free hand worked at his belt. The clink of the buckle was loud, followed by the sharp metal of his zipper. She tried to turn her head to see him, but his grip on her neck kept her in place. Wednesday felt her breath come in short, sharp gasps as she felt the head of his cock, thick and hot, nudging against her thigh.
His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her on her knees to line himself up, pushing inside her in one rough thrust, stretching her open with a burn that had her crying out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice strained, “So tight and all mine.” He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back only to slam into her again, hips snapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound.
She yowled, her claws digging into the mattress as she tried to brace herself, but he was relentless, his cock pistoning into her with deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt forward with each thrust. She could feel him, the heavy drag of his length inside her, how his balls slapped against her clit, the way his stomach pressed against her ass, his weight pinning her down so she couldn’t do anything but take it.
“You’re mine and it's time you knew it,” he rasped, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “This pretty pussy is mine, this mouth,” slipping two fingers into her mouth, causing her to gag, “mine, every fucking inch of you belongs to me.” His hand slid back down to her throat, tilting her head to the side so he could watch her face as he fucked her. His thumb pressed against her pulse, feeling the way it raced beneath her skin. “No more running. No more escaping.”
Wednesday whimpered pathetically, her body trembled, walls clenching around him despite herself. His hips snapped forward, the head of his cock hitting so deep she saw stars, her back arching off the bed. He released her throat, soon replaced by something else, soft and leathery, wrapping around her neck snugly.
It didn’t register at first as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. He groaned, his rhythm stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he came deep inside her. She could feel it, the hot, thick spurts of him filling her, the way his body jerked against hers.
His breath ragged in her ear. “Good kitten,” as he flicked a little bell. He had collared her. A collar with a fucking bell. She glared at him as he huffed out a laugh, “ Pretty collar for a pretty girl,” slipping two fingers under the collar, tugging her face close to his, “Even has a matching leash and your name on it.”
He rolled off of her, slipping out of bed. Wednesday was admittedly distracted by him kicking his jeans off, so when the leash hooked into the O ring with a metal clink and a slight pull, she was startled. His hand slid up and down her spine soothingly as he cooed compliments at her till she was pacified.
“Messy little kitten,” he chuckled, tugging the leash gently, drawing her out of her happy haze. “Come clean up after yourself.”
Following the pull of the leash, Wednesday came face to face with his cock. Thick, heavy, and already beginning to harden as it rose from the dark gold curls at the base. Even semi-erect, the size was daunting. The shaft was glistening wet with a mix of fluids, his and hers.
Wednesday leaned in, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She could smell the musk of their combined arousal. Starting at the base, dragging the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft, collecting the stray fluids that had dripped down. The taste was salty and bitter, coating her tongue. She worked her way up slowly, tracing the path of that prominent vein, feeling his cock twitch and harden further under her attention.
“Get it all,” he coaxed, his hand tightening her leash, guiding her but not forcing. “Every drop.”
Wednesday wrapped her lips around the head, her jaw stretching to accommodate his girth. Swirling her tongue around the ridge, dipping into the slit to gather the beads of cum still gathering there. He groaned above her, a low sound of approval that spurred her on. She took him deeper, inch by inch, relaxing her throat to suppress the gag reflex. The thickness of him filled her mouth, her tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth, unable to move much.
He withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping, spit trailing from her lips to his cock. Before she could recover, he was pulling on the leash again, drawing her up. “C'mon, up you get, kitten.” Wednesday scrambled to obey, climbing up his body until she was straddling his lap. His cock stood proud between them, slick with her saliva and throbbing.
Wednesday positioned herself over him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance. She lowered herself slowly, the broad head of his cock stretching her entrance. She was wet, ready, but the size still burned in this new position as she sank down, taking him inch by inch, her body accommodating the massive intrusion. Tiny pants escaped her lips as she felt herself being filled to the brim.
“Fuck.” His prismatic eyes widened as he looked down. Gripping her hip, his large hand spanning her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
When she was finally seated fully, her hips resting against his, she paused. The feeling was overwhelming. He was so deep, pressing against her cervix, stretching her walls to their limit. She looked down between their bodies and saw the slight distension of her lower belly, the physical evidence of his size inside her. She ran a hand over the bump, marveling at the hardness of him beneath her skin.
He grinned proudly at her, “Such a good girl.” Dragging the cool leather of the leash around her breasts and down her sternum. “ You think you can bounce for me?” Gently flicking the leather on her clit, causing her to mewl and claw at him.
Wednesday began to rock her hips, small movements at first, grinding against him as he wrapped the leash around his fist, holding it short to keep her close. “God, just like that kitten,” he groaned. His free hand cupped one of her small breasts, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple, pinching it lightly between his fingers. She gasped, arching into his touch.
Rising and falling on his cock, her hips grinding in circles to take him deeper. Each thrust made the bulge shift under her skin. He pulled the leash to bring her face closer, capturing her lips in a deep kiss while his fingers continued their teasing on her nipples, pinching and pulling until she cried out into his mouth.
The room filled with the wet sounds of her riding him, her body trembling as the pressure built. His large frame steady beneath her frantic pace. He groaned softly, his hips bucking up to meet her, guiding her toward release with the leash's subtle pulls.
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Tyler gently removed the collar, brushing his lips against the skin where the black leather once rested.
“I should have scratched you more,” she stated, “A bell Tyler? Really?” clearly unimpressed.
“You’re lucky I didn’t get a lacy one with a little bow. You would have looked adorable.”
“I will–”
“Hey, Wens, you want a quad?” He hastily got up, throwing his jeans back on.
“This distraction won't work.”
“Sure it will,” he leaned over her, capturing her lips in a lazy kiss as his fingers trailed down her thighs between her legs. His long fingers teased her entrance, circling, tugging gently at her lips before plunging in two digits inside. Curling upwards, Tyler quickly worked her into another orgasm. At the sight of her collapsing, he withdrew his fingers, sucking them clean one by one before shooting her a wink.
She had no time to threaten him before he exited the room whistling.