"Emma, won't you take a breather? You've been cooped up in bed writing all evening," my boyfriend pleaded, his voice dripping with an irresistible charm.
I stopped typing as I propped myself up and inhaled deeply, my muscles stiff and tense from hours of hunching over my laptop. I had no idea how much time had passed until he brought it up; I'd been lost deep within my headspace, barely aware of the world around me.
"Yes, actually," I replied with a flirtatious smile, placing my laptop on the nightstand beside the bed.
His sultry gaze pierced through me, and his lips curled up into that oh-so alluring smirk. The tension between us was palpable—an electric buzzing that filled the space with anticipation. My pulse was thundering in my chest, and I felt like I couldn't get enough air as he paced steadily towards me. His comforting yet thrilling presence had always had that captivating impact on me.
As he carefully sat down beside me, his heated stare penetrated my soul, and I felt like I was being pulled in by a gravitational force stronger than any logical argument. The heady aroma of his cologne wafted over me, drenching my resolve in a blanket of sweet temptation as he inched closer and closer, making the air between us so thick with desire that it seemed to consume the very oxygen around us.
His deep voice sent shivers up my spine as he spoke. "I know you were writing a story about us, right?"
His breath was like honey and temptation, caressing my lips as he spoke, and the intensity of his gaze seared into my heart, sending a wave of warmth from my lips to my toes.
Trying to stay composed, I responded coyly, "Perhaps I was, perhaps I wasn't. Follow me on Lush and read all of my stories to find out."
He gave me a seductive smile, letting his gaze linger on my lips before he spoke in a husky voice, "I already follow you, EMoon.”
His breath heated my skin, fanning the flames so that I shuddered in delight with every exhale he made, and my cheeks burned as a deep crimson flush spread quickly across them. I couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer, my heart racing as his hands moved tantalizingly up and down my curves. As he tenderly traced patterns on my body, his fingers left a trail of tingles in their wake, bringing forth ever-increasing waves of delight that rippled over me until I was writhing with anticipation for the night to come.
I quivered with exhilaration as my gaze remained fixed on him, teetering between jittery excitement and captivating pleasure, daringly whispering, "Well then, you're one step ahead of the game.”
"Speaking of games," he purred, his strong hands pulling me close, and I melted into his embrace like soft butter against a warm pan. His lips were so close to mine, just a hair's breath away from a lingering kiss.
"I'd love to get naughty with my kitten tonight," he whispered suggestively in my ear, igniting my nerves.
Everything else faded away in that moment, leaving only him, me, and the heat of our desire. His fingers played with the strands of my hair as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my lips. Our breaths became more and more urgent, my heart pounding with anticipation as he brushed his lips against mine. His lips felt soft, velvety and alluring, eliciting a desire within me that wanted nothing more than to explore further. We kissed passionately until a delicious sensation spread over us both that I never wanted to end.
As his lips tenderly parted from mine, my heart thundered in my chest like a wild animal set free and my body was alive with a trembling, insatiable lust. His eyes brimmed with fiery heat, and that cunning smile of his exuded a mischievous energy that spun around me like a tornado of desire.
"I'm going to take a quick shower, kitten; make sure you're ready for me when I get back," he said in a husky whisper, making my clitoris throb.
His commanding presence was undeniable, and my heart pounded with excitement. I wanted to lunge forward and lock lips with him, but instead I bit my lower lip and nodded enthusiastically in agreement. With each step he took toward the bathroom, a fresh rush of adrenaline fluttered through me until I could barely contain myself by the time he reached it.
When I heard the shower start, I jumped out of bed and removed my equivalent of PJs—a simple tank top and panties—before heading to the dresser, where I keep my toys. As I walked across my bedroom towards the sturdy old dresser in the corner, I glanced at my naked reflection in the mirror and smiled at the faint bluish blotches he'd left all over my buttocks. They were a pleasant reminder of the good time we'd had the night before—a temporary mark on my skin that would fade away in a few days. As I traced my fingers over the tender spots, my gaze shifted to the tattoo—a permanent symbol of our bond.
After cautiously opening the topmost drawer, I picked up the delicate, white and pink, furry kitty ears with their tiny silver hair clip attached and tenderly clipped them into my hair. My thrill intensified as I held up my play collar with its sheer black lace fabric brushing sensually against my fingertips like a sweet whisper of seduction. I gently wrapped it around my neck, marveling at its softness and feeling every nerve in my body tingle with excitement as I fastened the tiny, delicate buckle. The attached bell tinkled gently in time with my thudding heart, as if quietly ushering in a new, exciting adventure.
I grabbed the last of my kitten gear, a fluffy tail buttplug that matches the color of my ears, and generously applied lube to its surface before lying down on the bed. Watching myself in the mirror, I pressed the tip of the plug against my puckered hole and slowly pushed it inside, feeling a pleasurable stretch as it settled comfortably in place, relishing the sensation of being filled and ready for whatever playful mischief lay ahead.
As I moved the plug in and out, exploring the pleasure it provided, I let out a soft moan that only grew louder as my arousal skyrocketed. My gaze was fixed on myself in the mirror, captivated by how sexy and seductive I looked. Thoughts of somebody watching me as I explored myself filled my mind with each stroke of the plug, sending new waves of desire coursing through me. With every thrust of the plug, a new wave of intense pleasure would wash over my body until there was no turning back from the fantasy consuming me.
When I heard the shower stop running, I pushed the plug all the way in, feeling full and extremely aroused. As I sat up on the plush, king-sized bed, my muscles tightened around the toy. In a slow, seductive rhythm, I lowered myself onto my hands and knees. Every movement heightened my yearning, and every sensation—from the chilling caress of air against my skin to the smoldering heat at my aroused core—fed my lust.
My reflection in the mirror was tantalizing; imagining his reaction when he would see me like this—a playful kitty awaiting her Master—got my heart racing as I reveled in the power of my own sensuality. In eager anticipation of his desire, I wiggled my hips, and the fluffy tail swished back and forth, adding to the sensation of being a playful kitten. I knew his hungry gaze would soon be running over me like heated caresses and liquid passion welled up from the depths of my being and trickled down my quivering thighs.
My heart was pounding in anticipation of his arrival, and desire pumped through me with every beat. I leaned forward, arching my back and pushing my luscious bottom up towards the ceiling as I rested my hot forehead on the cool bedsheets and waited in eager apprehension.
I couldn't help but smile as he entered the room, a mischievous look in his eyes and completely naked, his already half-erect cock swaying with each step he took towards me. His smoldering gaze seemed to burn through every inch of my skin, searing its way down and making me blush.
As I nervously lifted my head, my gaze locked with his. His eyes blazed, and he gave me a sinful grin, promising all kinds of pleasure. His hungry gaze only served to fuel my growing desire as he admired me on all fours, vulnerable before him, waiting expectantly to fulfill his deepest fantasies.
"Did I give you permission to break the pose, kitten?" he asked, his voice dangerously low but dripping with seduction.
"No, Master," I said, my voice vibrating with desire as I quickly averted my gaze, feeling my cheeks flush with a deep shade of red, and I quivered as his strong presence triggered a primal need in me.
I could sense his amusement as he watched me squirm under his gaze, and I felt transparent, as if every emotion was written on my skin like a billboard for him to read. I ached for whatever it was he had planned next, be it punishment or pleasure; either way, I wanted to give in to his control, surrendering myself to the thrill of the unknown.
"What naughty things can I do with my bratty little kitty tonight?" he murmured, his fingertips leaving trails of electric shocks down my spine as they lightly moved up and down, igniting an irresistible blaze deep in my core.
His voice shimmered with unspoken promises, my anticipation escalating with each word that passed between his lips. An ache formed deep within me as I yearned for him to take our scene further and satisfy the insatiable craving that was growing ever stronger.
His fingertips moved slowly and gently over my curves, the warmth of his palms radiating through me, and I felt myself weaken beneath his passionate caress, my body alive with sensations as our connection filled the air around us. I could feel myself trembling in time with each new motion he made, desperate for him to take control, yearning for the power he exuded.
His hands ran languidly over my buttocks, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, completely surrendering to his touch. As he slowly raised his hand, my muscles instinctively froze in anticipation. With bated breath, I awaited his touch, wondering if this time it would be the slap of a firm hand on my buttock or instead of something gentler and more affectionate.
When he lowered his hand and tenderly caressed my bottom, I became still and silent, lost in a thousand sensations that suspended me between longing for more and yet being scared of how far things would go if he continued. Each sensuous stroke seemed more intimate than the one preceding it, and little flames of lust licked up around my soul, scorching my senses with their intensity and a desire that felt uncontrollable and wild.
"You have such a lovely tail," he said with admiration, "but I have something else in mind to fill that tiny hole."
I trembled with desire as he took a step back and walked away, leaving me yearning for nothing more than to feel him deep within me. I could barely contain my excitement as I heard him open the drawer, and despite my desire to sneak a peek, I was aware that doing so would result in his preferred punishment—orgasm denial, and I didn't want to risk it. Instead, I focused on the sound of his movements, imagining what he might be selecting from our collection of toys and restraints.
The anticipation only fueled my desire as my body braced itself for erotic torture, eagerly anticipating the sweet agony to come. I felt the plug slowly slip out of me as he tugged on the tail, and then the emptiness inside me as the plug was fully removed. My eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of being so exposed and raw to his touch, as an overwhelming sense of vulnerability washed over me.
"I have a surprise for you that I think you're going to love," he murmured seductively. "Take a look."
I eagerly opened my eyes to find a large, ribbed dildo lying tantalizingly next to me on the bed. Excitement coursed through my veins as its sleek curves drew my attention—a promise of pleasure that made me even more aroused, and my vaginal muscles contracted with need as I assumed this would serve as foreplay before we had anal sex—I was right, but not in the way I expected.
"It's to fill your ass," Master explained in his deep, sultry voice.
His words hung heavy in the air, and the arousal was quickly replaced by discomfort as I took in the size of the toy, which grew wider and wider towards the base and made me feel intimidated.
As he leaned in closer, his breath tickled my cheeks, and his lips grazed my neck as he spoke softly into my ear. "Are you prepared to go on this ride, kitten?"
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I had a safe word if things got too intense, and that I trusted him to guide me through this experience. Even though I couldn't quite suppress a feeling of trepidation, the promise of traversing unknown realms of pleasure and testing my boundaries was too enticing to refuse, so I nodded slowly with a drumming heart. His voice lowered to a seductive whisper as he told me to lie on my back.
My body tingled in anticipation as I settled onto the cool sheets and my gaze was fixed on him as he grasped the large silicone dildo, reaching for the lube bottle on the nightstand. He coated the toy with a liberal amount of slick lubricant, teasingly running each ridge with a finger before meeting my eyes with a feral grin.