Without Remorse

He yanked his chair out from the table in front of where he’d laid the plates, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his stiff cock. Then he sat down.

“Up,” he demanded, pointing in his lap. “Facing me.” He yanked on the leash to get his message across even though she’d already started crawling towards him. As she made the final approach he pulled something out of his jeans’ pockets.

Sloane looked hesitant about what to do once she got to his side. “Up,” he growled again, manhandling her the moment she lifted off her knees and rose.

He grabbed one thigh and dragged her so she was straddling him, chest to chest. He wasted no time positioning her by her waist and then, with one quick look in her eyes. “Gonna fuck you now.”

She bit her bottom lip, light sparking in her eyes as she sank down on him. He dragged her the last of the way down. A rush of breath expelled from his lungs at how goddamn good it felt to sink home inside her tight, hot little pussy.

He shoved upwards to bottom out inside her, dragging her down by her hips, watching her face and really grinding his cock inside her until he felt all her inner muscles clench on him.

He grinned lazily as her hands lifted and grabbed his shoulders, like she felt she had no choice but to hold on for the ride.

“Who do you obey?” he demanded, unceremoniously tweaking her nipples hard.

She spasmed around him, her head falling back. “You,” she hissed. Her head jerked back down and she let out a little yelp when he clamped the first of the unforgiving nipple clamps on her left nipple, then her right.

Then he proceeded to ignore her, his cock stuffed balls deep inside her, as he reached around and began to eat his roast as if he had no cares in the world.

He didn’t feed her. He just ate his full, bite after mouth-watering bite. “Damn, kitten, this sure is good.”

He pumped his hips, bottoming out in a way he was sure was hitting her cervix. He was long and she was tiny in comparison. She gasped and clenched.

He teased his next bite in front of her mouth and she opened obediently. After all, he had fed her before, so it wasn’t an unreasonable expectation.

But today he pulled the fork away from her and deposited the delicious food she’d prepared in his own mouth instead. Then he casually reached down and began to strum her clit. Her eyes widened and then shut, and she bit her bottom lip.

He knew her so well by now, he could tell by the way her body tightened when she was getting ready to come. Even when she didn’t make any noises. She couldn’t hide the way her breathing began to hiccup and the little excited flaring of her nostrils.

So right when he got her on the edge, he dragged his thumb up her stomach and tugged on her dangling nipple clamps instead.

Her eyes flew open, and for a moment he was sure he saw frustration if not fury flashing there. He just grinned back at her as he took another bite.

“Are you getting hungry, kitten?” He reached around her and tugged on her kitten tail, making sure she felt both the fullness in her cunt and her ass. If the way she jumped in his lap was any indication, she felt it plenty.

“I asked you a question,” he said, tugging on the tail again, at the same time he jacked his hips and cock up inside her.

For a second, she looked too distracted to answer, but she finally managed a weak, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. For being so good all during my dinner, I’ve decided to let you have some dessert.”

She frowned, “But I didn’t make any—”

“I brought some home with me. It’s in my bag. Crawl over and get it, then bring it back here.”

She frowned, clenching around him like a goddamn vise. “Are you sure I can’t stay here.”

He reached around and gave her no-doubt sore ass a smack. “Don’t test me. Who do you obey?”

“You, Master,” she said with a sigh, then scurried to detach herself from where he impaled her. Delicious torture, the slide of her tight flesh up his cock as she pulled off of him and dropped back to the floor.

Nicholas grabbed for the camera, not wanting to miss a moment of her perfect little ass and swishing tail as she crawled over to where he’d dropped his bag by the entrance.

“Get the bag from the bakery and bring it back. Bring it back with your teeth.”

She unzipped his larger black bag, quickly located the bakery bag, and did exactly as he asked, putting the thin straps of the paper bag in between her teeth, and then sauntering back towards him on her knees.