Bad Kitty

“No. You need to get on my damn bed. Now.” Her sexy eyes seemed to glow in the light from the green-eyed bat dangling from an exposed beam over the bed. He would’ve chuckled at its placement if he hadn’t been so damn hard. “Maybe you didn’t get the hidden meaning in what I said before. If you don’t take off every stitch of clothes, you’re going to pay.” Meaningfully, she tugged on her tail, drawing the pom-pom on the end over his inner wrist. He shuddered. “Understand?”

He nodded and tugged the costume up and over his head.

Talking was overrated.

Eight

Nikki lifted her eyes to Patrick’s chiseled face as he tossed aside the devil costume. Underneath he wore boxers and a T-shirt, but he removed those quickly as well. When he was naked, save for the glinting silver disk medallion on leather cord around his neck, he cocked an eyebrow. “Am I to be your submissive tonight?”

“You’re to be whatever I command you to be.”

Enjoying her new role way too much, she lashed his sides with her tail while she did a full circle around his body. His cock wasn’t the only tight and firm part of him. The guy had one hell of a physique. Honed from hours of hard, sweaty work, no doubt, and not on a treadmill. Patrick built and fixed things in the hot sun day in and day out, which also accounted for the deep bronze of his skin in the flickering lights from her Halloween décor. She’d saved her biggest jack-o-lantern for this room because she wanted—needed—to see.

And now she needed to take him.

“Lay down on the bed,” she said, stopping in front of him. “And stroke your cock.”

For a moment, he stared at her, his hooded gaze intent. “You do understand that if I let you get things started, you won’t be finishing them.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and arched an eyebrow. “Who has the whip?”

“Your whip with a poufy thing on the end?” His scoff nearly made her grin. “Who has the serious weight and strength advantage?”

Without blinking, she stepped forward and shoved him backward on to the bed. That she’d caught him off-guard explained why he hadn’t been able to prepare, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was on his back and at her mercy.

“Now,” she purred, pulling her tail up between her legs. That poufy thing managed to make him twitch as she swished it over his sac. “I believe your hand should be right about here.” She flicked the head of his cock and noted his groan with a satisfied smile. “Or would you rather accept my punishment?”

“Bring it,” he said, resting his hands palms up at his sides as if he had no intention whatsoever of acquiescing to her demands.

She lifted the tail and drew it between her breasts, teasing the undersides with the soft tip. When Patrick’s eyes began to glaze, she drew back and brought the whip down hard on his cock.

He jolted as if she’d branded him, and a low groan escaped his throat as she bent to kiss his erection. “Oooh, did that hurt?” She knew it couldn’t have pained him much, but a darker strip bloomed across his length. She’d marked him.

Her thighs quivered with excitement. He really was hers to do with as she wished, at least right now. She intended to make the most of it.

“I said, did that hurt?” When he didn’t respond, she lashed him again, this time on his taut stomach just above his cock. He made a guttural sound that made thrills dance up and down her spine. “When I ask you for something, I want you to answer me.”

“It didn’t hurt,” he said through gritted teeth, each word causing his cock to jerk against his belly. She’d never seen a guy so hard before. “It felt fucking great.”

“Really?” Thoughtfully, she ran her tail between her hands. “You’re a bit of a sadist, huh?”

Two more quick strikes of the whip on his hard-on earned her a loud grunt. Patrick’s big hands clutched the sheets. “Suck it. Suck my cock.”

Her nipples, still shielded from the air by the dabs of caramel, stiffened in concert with her clit. She could barely breathe. And he thought she could give him a blowjob right now?

“Don’t think you’re quite ready.” She landed more glancing blows all around his dick, coming close but never connecting. His stomach muscles trembled with the strain. With one hand she reached down to grip him, holding him still while she raised the tail high and dangled it just above the swollen head. “You’re about to drip, aren’t you?” she whispered, eyeing the pre-cum about to slide down his flesh. “You like it rough.”

“I like anything you can dish out,” he growled seconds before she lowered her head to lick off her prize. Salty and delicious, just like Patrick.

She smiled and licked faster as his eyes slid closed. After a bit, he seemed to relax into her ministrations. A rapid series of lashes from the whip elicited a deep-seated groan, and this time she groaned, too. He’d begun to pump his hips, forcing his erection into her mouth, and his cock, wet from the strokes of her tongue and his own perspiration, gleamed in the green and orange light.

“Enjoy this while it lasts. Because your sweet pussy’s about to reap the benefits.” His quick intake of breath made her giggle. “A giggling dominatrix. Here I thought I’d seen it all.”

He snaked out a hand and yanked her forward until she was straddling his thighs with her hands braced on his stomach. His granite-hard erection bobbed between them, and she licked her lips at the renewed tightening in her nipples.

God, she wanted his mouth on her. Her breasts ached and her pussy clenched with hunger every time he gave her one of those sexy lingering looks. Like he was doing right now.

“First, I think we should clean up that mess you made.” Patrick dipped his head and swirled his tongue over each beaded tip in turn before taking them between his lips. He smiled around his mouthful when she took hold of his head in both hands, then eased back long enough to tease her verbally some more. “Mmm, tastes good. Almost as good as you’ll taste down here,” he added, rubbing his thigh between hers.