and knees, obeying his instructions. “Head up, front low. Let your bottom sway—show me your tail. Keep your eyes on me. That’s it.”
I crawl the final few feet to the door at the end of the hall. He unlocks it, and once I’m inside and the door shuts, he backs away again, making me slink after him like an actual cat—my front low to the ground, tail in the air, my eyes on his dick like it’s my prey. He sits, and I pretend I’m about to pounce. He hooks the front of the ribbon I’m wearing as a collar and draws me forward. I obey immediately, unwilling to risk breaking the band around my neck.
“I’m going to give you what you want tonight. But first, I'm going to teach you to please me. Would you like that?”
I put my hands under my chin like they’re paws and beg silently. He chuckles. Hand in my hair, he tugs me close. He makes me nuzzle his cock head and lick it all around. I taste his pre-cum and balls, and trace my tongue up the hard vein on the side. Holding my head in both hands, he eases my mouth over him and down. I can’t get him down very far before I gag. He lets me ease up and catch my breath. I comfort myself by licking around his helmet-shaped crown before he pulls me down again. This time, I take him deeper before gagging hard. I try to force it and my eyes water.
He has to forcibly tug me off. His thumbs wipe away my tears and come away black from my mascara.
“It’s okay. It takes practice,” he murmurs. He has me stick out my tongue and pant like a dog, while he rubs his cock head over it. “You'll get it soon enough. But now I’ve claimed your mouth, let’s move on to other things.”
I expect him to take me to bed, but first he has me kneel before him, facing away. I press my face to the rug and let him trail his fingers over my bottom, studying the marks he left. He slides two fingers up and down my slit, testing the slickness. Then he tugs on the plug.
“If I were a sadist, I’d fuck this pretty asshole first. Teach you to come from anal before you ever had a cock in your pussy.”
I whimper.
“Is that what you want?” Before I can answer, he slaps my haunch. “It’s not up to you, is it?”
A quiver goes through me. I’m not in control, but I like it that way.
He pulls out the plug, slowly, making me grit my teeth from the stretch. But he simply sets it aside.
“Come, darling. No more games.” He has me kneel up and takes off my ears and mask. I had forgotten I was wearing them. Then he lifts me into his arms. “Kick off your heels,” he orders, and I do. He carries me to the giant bathroom, and sets me down in the huge walk-in shower.
After fiddling with knobs to turn on the water, he approaches me to strip off my dress. Once I’m naked except for my ribbon collar, I cross my arms over my bare chest. “Are you going to wash me or seduce me?”
“Both.” He turns me and positions me in the spray. The temperature is perfect. I raise my face to the warm mist, then realize the rustling behind me can only mean one thing. He’s undressing.
I start to turn and get a swat on my behind. “Stay facing front, babygirl.”
“What, I can’t look at you?”
“Not yet.” His voice is deep, a hint of accent thickening each word, making them more pronounced.
So I face the wall and study the tiny glistening tiles. And I’m rewarded almost immediately. A huge, hard body brushes me from behind. I lean back, taking note of the strong shape of him. The hair on his chest lightly abrades my skin. Then the hard length of his cock brushes my bottom.
“Tilt your head back,” he orders. When I obey, he goes about washing my hair, spreading his fingers through each skein and rubbing soap into my scalp. I drift under the spray, in a trance. When my hair is done, he soaps up his hands and runs them all over my body. He doesn’t shy away from my sex. My pussy and bottom get a thorough washing. And he keeps touching me long after they’re squeaky clean, making me squirm with eagerness.
“Can