Without Remorse

“Faster.” He yanked on her leash. She came faster. He took the bag from her proffered mouth gently. Then he lifted up off the wooden chair enough to shove his pants down to his knees.

“Now, I’ve noticed you try to keep the apartment clean, but you don’t always pay attention to detail. So your task now is not to miss a single drop of cream, little kitty. And I mean not a single fucking drop.”

He took out one of the cream horns, a delectable little treat that was exactly what it sounded like—a pastry shaped like a horn filled up with sumptuous cream. The bakery just happened to make their horns with an especially wide circumference. Perfect for his filthy schemes.

He turned the cream horn upside down and smashed it cream-side down on his still-straining cock. The cream was cool and made him suck in a breath, but it was nothing to watching his little kitten’s eyes and seeing her realize where he was going with this.

“Now you have your meal. Careful with your teeth, kitten. And remember. Every drop of cream licked clean.”

She was already nodding and crawling towards him, hands up on his now-bare thighs. “Yes, Master.”

He had his camera in hand—and turned down on her and his pastry-horned cock—he had to say, it was a damn sight to behold.

Especially while she kept her eyes on the camera as she leaned down, her bejeweled nipples straining against his knees as she nibbled at the top of the tip of the horn. His cock jumped beneath her ministrations as she ate away the pastry. Her mouth started to get messy with cream as she got to that layer.

Instead of slowing down, she became voracious, licking and slurping. Cream slid down her chin and Nicholas’s cock strained so goddamned hard.

He’d told her not to make a mess but in this one instance, he was glad to be disobeyed. She could obey later. For right fucking now he just needed—

He grabbed her by the back of the head. “Don’t miss a fucking drop,” he panted as he tugged her head down on the crown of his now exposed cock.

“Yesssssss,” she hummed around his cock before sucking him down her throat. And she kept humming and Jesus fuck—

Nicholas threw the camera to the side. “Suck. Suck your Master’s cock like you mean it. Like you can’t bear to be away from me. Suck my cock like you fucking love me.”

She sucked him harder than ever, and reached underneath and held his balls, pressing and squeezing them up against his body. Fuck that was good, he couldn’t—

“Suck me clean, fucking suck all the cream,” he demanded. He dragged her gorgeous head off of him, even though this killed him more than everything else. “Every ounce of sugar. Suck me clean. Eat me clean, kitten. Finish your meal. Don’t be a messy eater.”

She started suckling all around his cock, nibbling and eating every flaky bit of pastry and every stray drop and clump of cream. She slurped and licked and sucked until Nicholas couldn’t stand it any fucking more.

He lifted her up off the floor and carried her in his arms to the bed. He all but threw her to the mattress and then climbed up, sinking his cock in as he fell on top of her.

She cried out and drew her legs up, her heels digging into his ass and lifting her hips to meet his.

He crashed his lips down onto hers. He released one of the nipple clamps and commanded. “Cum. Fucking cum right now.”

He pulled out and thrust in again, aiming for the spot that set her off but she was already starting to quake even before he landed. She was that sensitized to his commands, or maybe just that ready to cum after the paces he’d been putting her through.

Good, he’d gotten her first one out of the way. First, but far from her last. He intended to wear her out tonight. So no matter how good she felt, he continued. When he felt her starting to tense up again, her breath shortening, he released the second nipple clamp.

“Cum,” he demanded again.

She did, her eyes going wide like she was shocked as her chest arched up into his. Yes, yes, that was it. God, she was so fucking beautiful.

He dipped down and kissed her, stealing the gasp from her mouth as she clenched around him in her second orgasm. He drove hard and deep.

He pulled back from her lips just enough to demand, “Who do you belong to?”

Her eyes were half-mast, her body still quaking with pleasure as she answered, “You, Master.”

He lifted up off of her, holding himself with one arm on the bed. Reaching his other hand to her throat, he began to lightly squeeze.

Her eyes popped open all the way in surprise.