“Good girl.” He drops to his knees in front of me, placing the bottle on the ground. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my pussy is already throbbing.
He skims his hands up my thighs and slips his one finger beneath each garter. “These are sexy as hell. They stay on. But these go.” He slides my panties off in one fluid motion. He licks his bottom lip and moans gutturally as he stares at my bare folds. Kayne then reaches into the box beside me and pulls out the collar. My arousal spikes as he fastens it around my neck, right over my new white necklace. He tickles the tag once it’s secure with a bold blatant look of propriety.
“Mine,” he says as he claims my mouth, stretching it wide as he rolls his tongue languidly against mine.
“Yours,” I reply breathless once he pulls away. I watch engrossed as he picks up the bottle of champagne and pours it down the middle of my naked body. I jump from the cold and moan loudly from the abrupt heat of his mouth. Kayne rests his head on my thigh as he continues to pour the champagne, soaking the bed and my pussy. He licks up the wetness all while watching me get off on the feel of his tongue. That wicked evil tongue that’s capable of so many perverse things.
“Kayne.” I grab his head and lift my leg begging for more—deeper, harder, rougher. He pours another shot of champagne on me and licks a slow hot drag up my slit, his wide flat tongue covering every single inch of me.
“Oh God, please.” I don’t mean to beg, but it’s my go-to response. He takes pity on me, burying his head between my legs and fucks me with his mouth until I fall apart, an avalanche giving way inside me as I grip his hair and scream out loud.
He makes sure to lap up every drop of my orgasm and the champagne before he flips my limp body over and pulls me up on all fours. Breathing like a mad man, I see him reach into the box and retrieve my tail. My excitement cranks. I’m nervous and aroused and scared all at the same time. Then I feel him sink one finger inside me. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm so it tickles. “Oh.”
He doesn’t waste any time smearing my wetness up away from my pussy and into my ass, pushing the same finger into me, and after a few seconds, adds another. I don’t even have time to prepare for the bite as he scissors me open. My muscles spasm.
Then I feel him withdraw, his fingers replaced by the tip of the butt plug attached to the tail. I grab onto the comforter as Kayne works the spade-shaped plug past the tight ring of muscle. My stretched little hole tenses around the metal once all the way in.
“Holy shit.” He strokes the tail now nestled in my ass. I turn to look at him, both sets of cheeks on fire.
He stares at the tail like he’s starving with lust, then his eyes lift to meet mine.
“Hold still.” His chest is expanding and contracting, his lips are pressed tight and his cock is the hardest I think I’ve ever seen it. The skin is pulled so taut his veins are visible even in soft candlelight.
“This is going to be hard and fast, kitten,” Kayne says, shaking with need as he lines up behind me, nudging the tip of his unearthly erection against my wet entrance several times over. “You look so fucking hot.” His voice is gravelly. I brace myself as he digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts brutally into me. We both cry out as his cock slices through my pussy like a hot knife through melted butter.
“Kitten, kitten, kitten, kitten,” he chants as he fucks me exactly the way he said he was going to, fast and hard. Like he’s using me. I expel a breath with every clash of our hips, the butt plug playing on my need, forcing me to the edge faster and faster.
“Don’t come. Don’t come.” It’s not a demand, it’s a request as Kayne beats into me from behind. I fight to control the sensations battling to take over as Kayne’s cock twitches right before he comes.
“Fuck!” he yells as he traps my hips and pushes his pelvis forward as if trying to cram another half inch of himself inside me.
“Shit.” He leans forward and hugs me, his chest to my back, breathing erratically.
“I guess you like the tail,” I tease breathless, still on all fours.
“I fucking love it,” he snarls, withdrawing from me and yanking my collar. “Turn.”
I turn around. He’s still panting heavily, a sheen of sweat on his chest.
Kayne picks up the bottle of champagne again as I kneel on all fours by the edge of the bed.
“Do you know what little kittens are good at?” He pours some
champagne over his still erect cock. “Using their tongues to lick things clean.” He takes me by the collar and shoves his dripping wet dick in my face. I purr as I dart my tongue out and proceed to lick every drop of champagne off his shaft. “That’s it, baby.” He grips my collar tighter as I take him into my mouth and swallow him whole, the taste of crisp dry bubbles mixing with my saliva. I suck repeatedly, so turned on my gag reflex has completely disappeared.
“Enough.” Kayne pulls his hips away, his cock popping out of my mouth. “Good kitten.”
I eye him hungrily.
“Stay.” He touches the tip of my nose.
I watch as he moves around the room, sliding the small loveseat near the window in front of the bed. Then he removes one of the large mirrors from the wall and places it against the footboard, directly beneath me. I look at him strangely, just like the curious little kitten I am. He sits on the loveseat directly across from me and strokes his cock.
“Come,” he calls me.
I slide off the bed and onto the floor, crawling provocatively across the room until I am directly between his legs.
“Sexy little girl,” he jingles my tag then slips his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it deliberately, swirling my tongue around it just to tease him.
