Claiming my cum-kitten

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The amber flicker of the bedside lamp licked across the room, gilding the tiny, fuckable silhouette of my pet as she knelt on the sheepskin, gaze glued to the floor like a good little cum-kitten. She was a vision—skin so pale it begged for my handprints, tits heavy enough to spill over my palms, and an ass that jiggled with every nervous breath. Palms up, thighs spread just enough to flash the slick seam already weeping for me, she waited, breath hitching like a virgin on prom night.

I circled her slowly, my fingers trailing lightly over her shoulder, down the slope of her back. "Good girl," I murmured, voice low and commanding. She shivered, a soft whimper escaping her lips. That sound—it ignited something primal in me. Dominance wasn't just control; it was ownership, and tonight, she was mine entirely.

"Stand," I ordered. She rose gracefully, her body trembling with anticipation. I gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet my eyes. Hers were wide, filled with trust and hunger. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers in a tease before pulling back. "Strip for me."

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, revealing lace lingerie that hugged her full breasts and curved waist. She slipped out of her skirt, standing bare except for the thin fabric clinging to her hips. I nodded approval, then hooked a finger under her bra strap, snapping it against her skin. She gasped, arching toward me instinctively.

"On the bed. Hands above your head." She complied, crawling onto the mattress with a grace that made my cock twitch. I bound her wrists with silk ties to the headboard, tight enough to restrain but not to harm. Her breathing quickened as I straddled her, my weight pinning her down. She was soft and yielding beneath me, her body molding to my every touch.

I trailed kisses down her neck, biting just hard enough to mark her as mine. My hands roamed—squeezing her lush breasts, pinching nipples until she moaned, then sliding lower to part her thighs. She was already soaked, her pussy glistening in the low light. "Beg," I growled.

"Please, Sir... touch me," she whispered, voice breaking.

I plunged two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that made her buck. Her cries filled the room as I pumped relentlessly, my thumb circling her clit. She writhed, pulling at the ties, but I held her hips firm. "Not yet. You come when I say."

I shed my clothes, my erection throbbing as I positioned myself between her legs. With one thrust, I buried deep inside her tight heat. She was exquisite—clenching around me, her body taking every inch. I set a punishing rhythm, one hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to heighten her pleasure. Her eyes locked on mine, submissive and adoring.

"Fuck, you're perfect," I grunted, pounding harder. Her orgasms built in waves—I denied the first, then commanded the second, feeling her shatter around me with a scream. Only then did I let go, filling her as I claimed her completely.

Afterward, I untied her, pulling her into my arms. She curled against my chest, spent and glowing, whispering, "Thank you, Sir." In that moment, our dominance and submission wove us tighter than any chain.