I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten Chapter 101: (18 ) Take Me

We went up to the bedroom, with the dull amber glow from her crystal lamp. She sat on the bed but before she could initiate anything, I gave her a shy smile, and slipped into the bathroom.

I scrubbed my hands. Then my face, then sat on the toilet to relieve myself and used so damp toilet paper to make sure I was clean down there and then scrubbed my hands again.

There was still that unpleasant filth feeling under my skin. Like knowing a stranger was watching you from a distance. But it wasn’t a stranger I was worried about. It was Sergei’s smarmy grin as he asked for his coffee as sweet as I was.

There was sothing very unsexy about that.

When I left to go to the bedroom, Alisha was still there, patiently waiting. I approached, let her pull close and press her nose into my throat before licking, then nibbling.

It was difficult to say. But I wanted to.

“Alisha,” I said quietly.

She was still breathing in my scent, gently attacking my neck and pumping my blood full of need and want.

She paused to listen, her breath still blowing across my skin hungrily.

“I want you to take ,” I explained.

She huffed needily against my skin. “That’s dangerous,” she said. I felt the flush in her skin though, and the way her mouth pressed a little firr against my neck. “I could hurt you.”

I nodded. “I’d forgive you.”

Another huff, more disbelief this ti.

“Please, Alisha, I want you to fuck like you own .”

She didn’t respond right away. Then, her lips pressing up under my ear, she asked, “what’s the safeword?”

“Hm?” I hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I don’t know. Knife?” I guessed. Sothing that was cutting, making a wound.

“No, I think that’s too harsh,” Alisha said gently. “How about glass when things are getting to be too much, but you just need to slow down. It’s easily said, and glass is both strong and fragile.”

I nodded. “And a more imdiate one, that could be… itai.”

“It hurts?” she asked.

“It’s not sothing I’d say by mistake, but the aning is clear, right?”

Alisha agreed, and trailed her lips behind my ear. “And if you can’t speak smack the bed, or or the floor three tis. If its not loud enough, do it harder. Do you understand?”

I nodded. There was a thrill in my gut now.

Alisha would take . I wrapped my arms around her back briefly, lowered my voice. “Don’t restrain yourself, okay? You don’t need to hide with . I’ll still love you.”

Her breath shuddered. “You want the beast?” she asked.

“If it needs release,” I agreed. My loins ached, my vulva starting to weep. I could feel the hot dampness under my clothes.

Alisha bit my neck, gently. I squird away then, got on my knees and waited as she looked over. She was always hungry when she looked at like that. I wanted to see what that hunger looked like when she let go fully. When she moved, I turned my back to her, bent forward, so when her hands yanked my shorts off I was fully exposed. And then her fingers rubbed harshly against my clit, getting covered in the wetness that had already leaked out of . Practical, but rough.

“I said take , Alisha,” I repeated. “Fuck .”

She pushed her weight against my back. “You’re greedy,” she said, and her clean hand yanked my shirt off, and then pulled my bra free, not caring if they got soiled as she did so. And then she removed my shorts and panties the rest of the way, tossing them to the floor as well.

“You want to be taken like an animal?” she asked.

“Yes,” I confird.

Her weight shifted and her hand gently settled between my shoulder blades. She pushed.

At first I thought she was being gentle, her hand guiding , but no. Slow did not an gentle. I tested her strength, I wiggled, and found her hand immovable. Her wet fingers ran between my folds. I gasped, my heart rate hitching. I was going to beg again, to remind her I wanted this when she pushed in.

“You’re mine,” she said lowly. “Do you know that?”

I moaned as her fingers were pushing into parts of I wasn’t so familiar with. Parts unexplored. The angle, the pressure, the rhythm, was different than when I was on my back. She started slow, but firm. Her fingers pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in, stretching , then emptying and stretching again. My legs trembled, the heat was escalating and she shifted, slid a third finger into , spreading further.

I whimpered. The pace picked up, she was going harder, more desperate.

My breath ca in ragged gasps, fingers gripping the bed for so kind of anchor as my insides twisted, tightly, wrapping around the core she kept claiming.

“You’re mine,” she repeated.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Take .”

I lost track of what was a thrust and what was the aftershock of her fingers leaving. The coiling tightened, fast, hard. My breath shifted. My vocal cords were vibrating, but if they were words, they were lost in the frenzy. My hands trembled with fistfuls of the white sheets.

“You’re going to cum for ,” Alisha ordered. The angle shifted, and what was pressure coming and going changed. The sound changed, wetter now.

I would’ve nodded, but I was trembling. And her fingers found the spot and it turned into bliss. Hot, overwhelming.

I let out a ragged gasp and then my body tried to convulse, but her hand, the one on my back pushed harder, bracing to the bed so her fingers didn’t lose their mark as she continued through the orgasm. It was bliss, but like thunder. Intense, loud, and all consuming.

When the waves and echoes started to subside, she was still penetrating. I trembled, The stimulation burned. Her fingers changed angles again and the burning was less but the pleasure was still there. It mounted a second ti.

“Fuck,” escaped , loud, unfiltered. Alisha pushed down harder, pinning , railing until I lost control again. I could feel her moving rhythmically, grinding against my thigh when she had a mont. Sweat was dripping. My fluids were dripping. Sothing warm and salty slid down the side of my face, whether it was sweat or a tear, I didn’t know.

I ca again, hard. My thighs, my core trembled violently. It was good she was holding down. I would’ve collapsed if she hadn’t. I had to rember to breathe after, sucking in a few deep gasps before I was taken over a third ti. Now there was numbness, the feeling of her fingers inside had beco background noise, overwheld with what probably should’ve been an afterglow but it wasn’t allowed to be. I did everything to hold my weight up. The third orgasm I felt primarily inside, like I might piss myself if she kept rubbing that way.

And then she released from behind.

I slumped, spent, just to feel her get on the bed. Her fingers, the sticky ones, sank into my hair, pulled my head up. “Still together?” she asked. It was firm, but not demanding.

I’d drooled. I felt the wet down my face, but shifted, nodding. She situated herself, spread her legs apart.

“Lick,” she ordered, with a tug on my hair.

I forced my weight up, feeling like butter and obeyed, licking, slling her humanness, tasting subtle pineapple.

She tugged, “Harder,” was the next order.

I buried my face between her thighs; licked, sucked, and ate as she gripped . When she ca she pulled my hair again and this ti it hurt. Not a lot but enough to know she was being rough.

She didn’t let go, and when she had finished her first orgasm: “Lick.”

I obeyed, and then again, until she was a ss. Until she pulled close with a breathless, “Kitten~” of pleasure and ca for a final ti and released .

She panted on the bed, wet. What was sweat, drool, girl-cum, or a mix was unclear. The reek of sex was everywhere: sweat and desire.

We cooled down slowly. When my heart had stopped racing as hard, I curled up in her lap. She stroked my hair, ignoring the grossness. We were both drenched.

I looked up to see tears in her eyes. She wiped them away, sheepishly. I buried my face into her chest affectionately. I understood. There was pain in relief sotis. Sotis relief was pain.

AN: Let know if you want to see more Dom/sub dynamics between them. I enjoyed writing this one and have plans for so oher D/s stuff, including bondage.

Hope you enjoy!