Kitty Takes Charge

You'd follow me to the bedroom, watching me deliberately swing my hips as I lead, knowing that I won't allow you to touch me. I'm showing enough flesh for you to understand my intentions, and so you willingly stand still as I slide your shirt over your head. I toss it at the bedroom door so that it closes.

I try not to touch your skin as I undo your jeans and slide them down your legs, shortly followed by your boxers as you step out of them. I point to the bed and you go to it, only able to watch as I pull off my shorts and top, showing my ruby red lingerie.
"Crouch," I demand, taking a spreader bar from the desk.

You crouch on the bed, surprised. Usually I am the one in this position, so it is new to you. I lock your ankles into the spreader bar and part them, eventually moving round to your front so that I can lock your hands into place.

"Like that, babe?" I tease.

"Of course," you reply obediently.

I trail my fingertip along your cheek and under your chin, raising your head for a deep, passionate kiss. I lock your hands into a second spreader bar as I do so, ensuring that you are stuck in your crouching pose. You smile after your kiss so I plant another, this time on your cheek, as I work my way down to your neck. You gasp as I bite into the flesh, running my tongue over your soft skin. I nibble your collarbones, knowing the rush it gives you, whilst I ruffle your soft hair.

"Oh, Kitty," you moan.

My hands rub your back softly for a moment and I begin to trace patterns with my fingertips before digging in my nails. The attack leaves angry red scratch marks along your spine, but you arch your back and groan with the pleasure it causes.

I grin: "You have such a cute butt."

You turn your head quickly to face me, looking furious, but remember your place. Still, I knew that you were about to question my opinion, and that earns you a soft slap against the right cheek. I sit behind you, taking your length in my hand and stroking slowly. You gasp and close your eyes as I increase in speed and strengthen my grip on you.

"You like that, babe?" I tease, "It's such a shame that I won't be doing much with this until later."

I remove my hands, pleased to know how hard you are and move into your view enough for you to see my fingers sliding in and out of my soaking hole. You watch, tortured, as I pleasure myself - moaning hard and thrusting my fingers deep inside me.

"You can do this to me some other time," I promise, removing my fingers and moving back behind you, "but for now, this is about you."

I slide my fingers into the tiny hole in your beautiful ass and slide them slowly deeper, using my natural lubricant as one for you. You gasp as I find your prostate, massaging it gently as my tongue laps at your balls. You moan, moving your hips slightly an in attempt to get my lips closer to your package. I smirk and blow cold air onto your dampened balls and watch you arch your back.

"Roll over," I instruct, removing my fingers from your ass, "I want you to watch me."

You do as I say, exposed still by the spreader bars. I lick your length slowly in an attempt to taste your precum, running my tongue slowly over the tip as I look up at you. Then I dip lower, licking your newly entered hole, and then gently enter you with it. Part of you looks horrified by my actions, but the lust never fades from your eyes - you still want this.

My hand moves up to your thigh and then back to your dick, which I stroke hard and fast as I lick at your prostate. You moan and struggle to free your hands, desperate to touch me, but you're firmly secured and unable to reach me.

I continue my licking and kissing, trying to make you feel as much pleasure as I can, knowing that your climax is nearing rapidly. My hand pumps at your length as you moan and pant, so close you're desperate for it. I put the last of my strength into it, forcing my tongue as deep into you as I can as you climax, spilling yourself all over my hand and the surrounding bed.

I unlock the spreaders and crawl into your arms, glad to feel you cuddle me into your chest. You kiss my forehead gently, saying nothing as we snuggle into the silence.