Unleashed (14 page)

“Kitten,” Cort groans
, voice strained with hunger. “We can’t for so many reasons.”

“Please,” I beg. I ride his hips gliding along the length of his cock.
“I’m so damned horny,” I moan.

“A compromise,” he
breathlessly says. “Will you take a compromise?”

“Anything,” I plead.
Cort grips my hips, fingers biting into my flesh. He picks me up, and rotates me until I’m facing the other direction, and then he presses my back down.

“Fuck my face and I’ll fuck y
ours. You can be gentle with me if ya want. I know I’m too much for you to swallow. But grind on my face, Kitten,” He demands. “Grind on me hard.” I yelp when Cort yanks me up until I’m straddling his head. Cort’s mouth attacks my aching pussy, tongue impaling me.

“Fuck my face, Kitten,” Cort
breathes against my quivering pussy, and then dives back in.
Inebriation takes every inhibition I possess and changes them to need. I’ve never done this, and now I need it like the air I breathe. I roll my hips on Cort’s face and groan in ecstasy.

“You’re so damn good at this,” I purr.
“I should thank all of those submissives for allowing you to practice, so you could service me perfectly.”

“I love the taste of a pretty kitty,” he chuckles and gets back to his feast
, licking and sucking at my pussy lips. He expertly ravages me in a way no man ever has. When his lips latch onto my clit and suck, I realize all that I’ve been missing. Nothing feels as good as a man suckling at your cunt.

I’ve given exactly one blowjob
, and I wasn’t the one in control. I’m scared and intimidated, but I want to do it so damned bad. I lick Cort’s cock up and down in astonishment. I can’t believe that he crammed most of it down my throat or that it fit inside of me. I swear for the billionth time that I wish I’d remembered our first time. I nip the plum of his cock with my teeth as a test, and when he jerks under my tongue I know he loves it.

“You can experiment any other time, Kitten.
It won’t take me long with you. So for the love of all that is holy, stop playing with it and get to sucking. I’m going insane,” he cries.

I swallow him down, loving the sensation of his velvety cock sliding between my parted lips.
He barely fits into my mouth, and I start to panic that I won’t do it right. I want Cortez to love it like last time. As much as I protested his skullfuckery, it turned me on so much that it’s all I can think about. I try to give him what he likes, but it’s missing a vital element.

“Cort,” I plead. “Yank my hair and fuck my face,” I huskily beg. There is a despe
rate edge to my tone of voice.

“What?” He stops what he’
s doing between my legs and I whimper in complaint.

“Don’t stop,” I
firmly press my pussy on his face and grind. “Fuck my face, Cort. Skullfuck me!” I maniacally laugh. No way in hell would I say that line sober.

“My God, I love you, Katya,” he says in awe.

“I love you, too, Cortez. Now fuck my face before I lose my patience.” I rock on his face and gulp as much of his cock down my throat, but it’s not the same if he’s not in control.

Fi
ngers tightly wrap in my hair and grip. I moan from the pain, and almost cum on Cortez’s face. He thrust his hips and every inch of his exquisite cock slides down my throat. We groan at the same time. He groans again because he loved the vibrations against his throbbing cock.

Being drunk has its benefits. I’m completely relaxed
, and I know what to expect this time. I open my throat and breathe out my nose. I bury my lips in his pubic hair and allow the contractions in my throat to massage his cock. I revel in my ability to do this for him, and get off on it.

“I just ne
ed ten more seconds, Kitten.” Cort pushes my head down as hard as he can. His fingers tighten in my hair to the point that I feel strands snap off, one right after the other. It hurts so much that I moan in ecstasy. I’m starting to see stars and my eyelids are getting heavy from lack of oxygen. Cort thrusts his hips up and presses my head down as he growls his approval.

“Cum with me, Kitten,” he demands
of me and I do as I’m told. I writhe on his face and scream around his cock. The more I scream, the more he pours fiery hot down my throat. All energy flees my system and I limply lay on top of Cort. I fear that I will pass out from lack of oxygen. I can’t swallow anymore and my fingernails cut into his thighs. I trust him to know what he’s doing. He pulls his cock out of my throat and continually pours on my tongue, until we are covered in his cum.

“Kitten, thank you f
rom trusting me,” he breathes.

“I wanted to do it
again, and I’ve never doubted you. I don’t know why I like that so much,” I giggle.

“Well, I have a man you n
eed to meet,” he giggles, too.

“Did you just giggle like
a little bitch,” I tease him.

“Yeah… yeah, I did,” he laughs.
“Sleepy time,” he sighs. I drag my boneless body into my usual sleeping position with Cortez curled around my back. “It wasn’t just the sex talking. I love you, Katya.” Cortez sweetly says, and my eyes prickle with tears.

“I know. Me, too. I love you, Cortez.” I’m not sure why, but it’s easier to tell Cort that I love him than
it is to tell Ezra. I think it’s the brutal honesty between us or how much we are alike. Or it may be because Ezra keeps so many secrets from me and he still has a fiancée. I think it boils down to respect. Cortez really does see me as his equal and he trusts me. I don’t mean trust me with his secrets. I mean trust me to handle the truth.

“Ugh,” Ezra groans in the dark
, waking me from half-sleep. “The intoxicating scent of sex,” he moans. “What have you two been doing?” I can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Did you enjoy Queen narking all
of my secrets to you during your meeting?” My voice holds the resentment I feel.

“We talked about Aaron and his new escapades. I didn’t know that
he’s been such a busy boy lately. I’ve spent so much time at home that I missed it. He’s been running scenes in the dungeon with Kayla and Heidi. Dexter has been supervising. Don’t worry, Katya, your secrets are safe with Regina. No matter what I threatened, she wouldn’t spill,” he taunts.

“Well, you could always just ask me
yourself,” I snidely say.

“Som
eone is pissed off at me, I see,” Ezra mumbles as he slides into bed. “You didn’t fuck Cort to get back at me, did you? Because it’s you who said no sex. It’s not me, if you remember correctly.” 

“We didn’t have sex. Our boy was over there fucking five women
, gangbang style. Can you believe that shit? He’s surpassed me. I’m impressed,” Cort says in awe. “Anyway, it got our little Kitten’s motor purring. She was begging for it, but I didn’t want her to regret it tomorrow. So we compromised on oral.”

“Ah…
In that case, where’s my kiss?” Ezra cuddles up to the front of me, just as we sleep every night- Cortez at my back and Ezra and me face-to-face. Ezra tenderly kisses me and groans into my mouth. His kiss changes from soft to hungry. He violently attacks my mouth, licking the insides of my cheeks and sucking on my tongue. My alcohol addled mind is slow. I moan in need when I figure out that he tastes Cort on my tongue.

I’m sandwich between two aroused men
, and the possibilities are endless. Words spew from my mouth, begging them for things I didn’t know existed. But they won’t give in because they fear my wrath tomorrow. No matter what I say, they won’t change their minds.

“You guys are meanies. You’re punishing me for saying no sex b
y not giving me any,” I whine.

“Right you are,” Ezra
arrogantly says. “Nighty night, Kitten,” he says in amusement. He tauntingly smiles against my lips.

Chapter Eleven

“Today’s lesson, Katya, you get to work w
ith a submissive,” Dexter says, reassuringly smiling.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet. I
’ll break the rules,” I whine. Dexter and I are sitting on his settee. We begin every session this way. We discuss the past session, what I did right or wrong. He gives me tips about how a dominant and submissive should behave.

It’s still
hard to be around Dexter during the lessons. I now rub one out in our private room just before I walk in here. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse, because one time Dexter said he could smell me. He brutally fucked Heidi the second she walked in the door. I learned a lesson that day. I now do it in the shower before I join Dexter.

Dexter now wears a shirt
, and he only lets me see his cock when it’s getting sheathed up with a condom seconds before it plunges into a submissive. That second is all it takes. I’ve resorted to masturbating the instant I leave the sessions- sometimes I only make it to the hallway before I’m rubbing away at my cunny. It’s embarrassing, but true.

“You’ll like who will be joining us today. Your Master gave permission for you to enjoy her anyway you wish. However, her guest
is off limits,” Dexter warns. He gets up from the settee and opens the door. I recognize the jiggle of breasts, and breathe a sigh of relief.

“How’d you manage this
?” I smile at Kayla and Aaron.

“It’s getting increasingly difficult to train you when you aren’t a sadist. You like the pleasure aspect of our lifestyle. I can’t train you if I can’t actually train you,” Dexter stresses. “Just don’t f
uck Aaron. Kayla is fair game. Before we begin, we need some ground rules. Aaron, sit on the couch and don’t move. Kayla, strip and show us your pretty body.”

“You’re not
touching Kayla, Dexter,” Aaron growls.

“I don’t plan on it, big guy. She’s all yours. Kristal has been begging for it for the past few weeks. I finally go
t permission. I’ve saved Kristal for when I needed a really rough fuck. No doubt after tonight, I will.” He groans and adjusts his bulge.
Look away, Katya, look away…

“I’m going to sit next to Aaron
, and you do whatever you wish,” Dexter says to me and sits on the couch.

“Beauty,” my voice quivers with excitement and nervousness
. “Come over here,” I direct Kayla to the spanking bench. I’ve always dreamed of Kayla spread out before me with her ass pinked from my hand. I know she doesn’t like pain at all, so I have to be very careful. I help her onto the bench. The poor girl is shivering like a leaf. After she is settled, I give her a massage to relax her.
Kayla’s soft skin glides under my greedy hands. I stand behind her and rub her ass until she is mewing like a kitten. I tap her lightly on the ass and she moans. I don’t give her what I want yet, she isn’t ready.

I nibble a path down Kayla’s
back and she writhes for me. I suck and bite to mark her skin as mine. The satisfaction I feel at seeing my marks is unparalleled. I understand what Dexter meant by me not learning without hands-on experience. This is so much better than watching Dexter dominate Heidi.

I smack Kayla’s
ass a few more times, loving the way her flesh jiggles from the hits. The first swat, she cries out in pain, but by the fourth swat, she is begging for more.

Power rolls over me as Kayla
accepts my gift. The force is so strong I could climax from it alone. Knowing that I’m making a submissive that is afraid of pain, cry out in pleasure from my hits is a heady sensation.

I grab a paddle and thwack Kayla’s voluptuous
thighs. She cries as they turn pink, and I give them a few more swats each until they turn red. By the time I’m finished with the paddle, she is begging for more and moisture is dripping in rivulets down her red thighs.

I switch out to something more
wicked. I want to see how far I can push Kayla’s boundaries without causing her to break. I just want to bend her a bit. I grab the riding crop. I’ve seen Dexter use this often. I know it’s painful, but it’s what Heidi usually starts with.

I snap my wrist back and the le
ather strap swats Kayla’s pink ass cheek. She screeches and claws the air. I rub her ass and wait for her fingers to clench the bench. I snap my wrist again. This time Kayla doesn’t let out an animal sound, but a very low moan from deep in her throat. She’s crying. The tears flow down her cheeks, but not as rapidly as the moisture gushing from between her thighs. I don’t pay attention to her pleas to stop. I let Kayla’s body tell me what she really feels. Her fears bubble out her mouth, but her mind controls her body. She can safeword if it gets to be too much.

I hit Kayla
time and time again. I become deaf to her cries, screams, and groans. I watch her body bead with goosebumps. I can visible see her pretty, pink cunny clenching with every hit. I grab the flogger before she comes up from the spell I’ve put her under. I skim the braids along her back, and kiss and bite in their wake. Kayla begs me to use the flogger on her, and I make her beg and plead for a few minutes. I feel powerful and alive by the control and hold I have over Kayla.