This is my first posting of an erotic story, so please be gentle!
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I heard the muffled sound of the car door shutting from outside of our small house, and I fidgeted on the couch with anticipation. On his lunch break, he told me to be in my kitten costume before he got home. Of course, I can't say no. My kitten costume is a black corset, a lace thong, thigh-high stockings, and obviously the kitten ears and black cat tail anal plug. It was a small anal plug that he picked out specifically for me months ago, because he knew I didn't like to do anal. He respected me, and that made me more willing to be his submissive little Kitten.
I then heard the purposeful steps of his shoes against concrete as he nears the door. The keys jangled together and the door unlocked and opened. I could see he was on the phone, but he took one look at me, how I was splayed out on the couch waiting for him, and his jaw dropped. I guess he forgot that this is what he was coming home to. There's nothing like a man who knows his place in the bedroom and still looks at you every time like you're a work of art. He cleared his throat and loosened the black tie around his neck.
"Robert, listen, I've got to go," he stated to his friend over the phone, his eyes glued to my body. "I just got home, and I think I'm going to take a nap."
As his friend talked, I seductively ran a hand down my body, teasing him. I put one leg up onto the top of the couch and grabbed my breast, biting my lip and willing him with my piercing eyes to come and ravage me.
He wiped a frustrated hand over his face and I could see the bulge in his pants slowly getting bigger. It's been almost two years since I've become his Kitten, but he still can't get enough. "Yeah, yeah, I've got to go now, Robert," he said, a little more forcefully, trying to rush his friend off the phone. He unbuttoned the top button of his white dress shirt, switching the phone between hands as he unbuttoned the cuffs as well.
"You can tell him," I permitted with a wicked grin.
"I'm with my girlfriend, Robert, I need to go. Goodbye." He practically rushed and then slammed on the phone to end the call. He turned it off and set it on the table with a sigh of relief. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and took his shoes off by the door.
"Come watch TV with me, Daniel," I beckoned, extending a black-painted fingernail towards him and arching the finger in a "come here" gesture. I raised my chest slightly, arching my back. My perky, excited breasts nearly broke out of the corset.
He padded over and bent down over me, leaning in to my lips and breathing his sweet spearmint breath onto my face. "Just because you have the upper hand right now doesn't mean you're in control, my beautiful Kitten," he whispered to me, his perfectly ripened lips grazing mine. The way the word "kitten" felt on my lips before he kissed me nearly made me shiver. And when he did kiss me, when his lips finally melted into mine and the stubble on his chin pricked my cheeks, I almost gave in then. But I knew him. He was one for teasing.
He put a controlling hand on my side as he settled into the couch next to me. As he kissed me, over and over again, soft and tenderly, his hand ran up the corset, over the large rolling hills of my chest, and he cupped my neck. He bit my lip playfully and murmured, "you're mine," before kissing me slowly again and again. His hand ran back down my chest and I struggled to stay still, but I kept my leg on the top of the couch, I kept myself splayed, exposed. He liked me like that.
His thumb ran over the curves of my spilling breasts, from the outside to the middle, and back to the other side of the other breast. He was outlining them with his fingers, toying with the supple skin. I reached for his hand to guide him, but he lightly slapped it away. He broke away from my lips and said, "no, no, no," in a voice that gave me goosebumps. I whimpered, the absence of his mouth pressed to mine nearly unbearable, and I put my hand behind my head to please him. He chuckled to himself and relieved me of the emptiness, pushing his face to mine once more, a little more forcefully. It was as if he was holding himself back, also.
Then his hand made it's way down my stomach, and the heaviness and heat of his strong palm pushed against the thick covering of my body. His fingertips played with the elastic band of the thong, and my newly shaved pussy could feel the callused skin on his middle finger brush against the very top of it. I wriggled slightly, wanting this all day, but he loved taking his time. Instead, I moved my hand from behind my head to Daniel's cheek, turning his face more to kiss me better. He responded by pushing his tongue deeper into my mouth, and I almost couldn't control my moan.
As his fingers ran over the top of my shaved pussy, he broke from me to look deeply into my eyes, slightly surprised by the smoothness. "My Kitten, who did you shave for?" He asked in shock. Then his eyes turned devious for a second before he kissed my cheek, planting little pecks down the side of my face to the top of my jaw, right next to my earlobe. His fingers slid through my slits and he asked a second time, "Who did you shave for?" with a more knowing tone.
His finger circled my opening, feeling the heat and wetness pour out of me. He kissed and nibbled my neck and earlobe, and then his tongue ran up the side of my ear. He asked one more time, "Who did you shave for?", his words vibrating against my ear in a husky tone, and at that moment, he plunged his fingers into me, fluttering them upward, and I yelled, "Daniel!" in a breathy moan. I arched myself and groaned, gripping his neck with one hand and the couch with other as he continued to torture me with the infamous G-spot.
"Good girl," he mumbled, and he knew I loved it when he called me that. "That's right. You shaved for me." As my legs started to twitch, he pulled his glistening fingers out of me and put them in the inches between our faces. He looked me in the eye as he lowered them to my swollen lips, rubbing my essence on my pout. I parted them and sucked on his fingers, my tongue running in a figure eight around them, getting every last bit of me off before he pulled them out and cupped my face.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
"You're handsome," I answered.
"I want you so badly, Kitten."
I showered under his jaw with little kisses before I said, "I've got an idea."
I finally climbed off the couch and brought my leg over his knees, settling into his lap. "We're fighting for it again," I said devilishly as I feathered a kiss onto his lips, running my tongue and teeth down his chin and neck, biting him at the curve between his neck and shoulder. I loosened his tie and kissed his chest with every button I undid. His hand fell onto the back of my head, but I shot up.
"Hands behind your head, Daniel," I commanded, and he obeyed, my sharp words showing how flexible I was.
I got my face below his belly button and unbuckled his belt, ripping it off of him with a satisfying swooping sound of leather sliding out of pant loops. I unbuttoned his black trousers and unzipped them. His hips rose slightly so I could tug them to the floor, and when I came back up I heard him kick the pants off of his ankles. There my handsome man sat, tie askew, shirt unbuttoned, chest exposed, and I could see the erection poking out of the leg hole of his boxers. I kissed the very tip of it, licking the precum off of my lips and smiling to him. He was frustrated, I could see it in the furrowing of his brows and the redness of his cheeks. He wasn't very used to being tortured.