The Feline Gaze

Her eyes widen and she steels herself, trying to play it cool, but I know my words are turning her on. Good. They need to. I want her to be turned on and aroused. I want her to be happy and excited. I want her to be anxious, wet, and ready when we get inside.

Because tonight, I’m not going easy on her.

I’m taking this all the way.

“I’m going to spread you out and taste you, Cassidy. I’m going to fucking devour you.”

“You kind of already did.”

I laugh. Is she serious? Something tells me that despite her strength in the workplace, Cassidy hasn’t had many lovers. I don’t mind at all. I’m happy to show her everything I know. I’m happy to show her how to play by my rules.

“I haven’t even gotten started, sweetie. I haven’t even touched you. You touched yourself, remember?”

She blushes, and I grin.

“Come on,” I tell her. “Let’s go inside.”

We get out of the car and head toward my house. It’s a smaller one I designed myself. It’s got two bedrooms and a great view of the hillsides that Lyon County is known for. A forest backs right up to my backyard, so I can easily shift and run through the woods if I want to. There’s nothing holding me to the house. I can leave anytime I like. I can run and be free and wild if I want to. Perhaps most importantly, the forest being so close enables me to shift easily and discreetly. As a lion in a county full of tigers, it’s important to be discreet. I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to poach their land or move in on their territory.

But I do have to eat.

We reach the front door and I reach for my keys, open the lock, and motion for Cassidy to lead the way in. I left an interior light on, so there’s a soft glow when we step inside.

“Wow, this is lovely,” she says, looking around at the woodwork in the front hallway.

“I chose it all myself,” I tell her.

“It’s really nice.”

“Not as nice as you,” I say. “What do you think, Cassidy? Is the bad girl ready to come out and play?”

There’s a naughty girl deep inside of Cassidy. It’s buried in there somewhere. She’s a little timid and shy on the surface, but Cassidy is anything but. She wants to be wild. She wants to be able to play and have fun and be naughty, but maybe she’s never had the chance to do these things. Maybe she’s never had the opportunity to be just a little bit feisty.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with the way you express your sexuality. For some shifters, that means mating while in animal form. For some, it means sleeping with multiple partners. For others, expressing yourself means withholding from it altogether.

For Cassidy, I’d venture a guess that she wants to explore, even just a little, but she isn’t quite sure how to get there. Luckily for her, I’m just as feisty as any lion and I’m more than ready to help guide her along the way.

She looks up at me and her lips part just a little. I take the opportunity to claim her mouth, dominating the kiss, and showing her exactly what I think of little Cassidy tonight. I run my hands up her sides and over to her breasts, but I don’t touch her there. Not just yet.

She groans against my mouth and the sound shoots right to my cock. Oh, those pretty little moans are going to be my undoing. Cassidy makes noises like she’s hungry and needy and anxious, and I just want to show her how much better it can get. We’re only getting started and the night is still young.

I kiss her over and over, moving my mouth to her neck. She grips my shoulders, holding on as I lick and tease her skin. I make my way down her neck to her clavicle and kiss, lick, and nip at her. Finally, I reach her cleavage. She stills and I look up at her.

“You can tell me to stop at any time pretty, girl.”

She shakes her head hastily.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“No? What do you want, Cassidy?”

She doesn’t say anything. She just bites her lip.

“Cassidy, tell me what you need, princess.”

“I want...”

There’s a huge difference from accepting something you’re enjoying and demanding your lover give you want you want. Making love with someone who is playful is perfectly fine, but having your needs met is even better.