Control

I went home about an hour before practice let out as per CC’s request. He said he had a surprise for me, but he needed to pick it up on the way home tonight. He’d also told me I’d be getting a new nickname tonight. I liked princess, though, I pouted to myself as I shut the door gently, tossing my keys on the hallway table.

Strolling into the bedroom, I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the bed on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn’t stop thinking about having CC writhing beneath me at Andy’s during practice, the blissful and peaceful look on his face with each climax, his chest rising and falling as he’d try to regain his breath, how his velvety skin almost vibrated from his trembling muscles. I rarely got a chance to take control like that, I almost didn’t want to let it go. He is my Master, though, I sighed internally.

Despite myself, I began to whimper a little, my body already missing being intertwined with his, so much so that my breasts gently began to ache for his touch and my entrance dripped -- no...cried -- for him to fill me again. Without realizing, my fingers gently slipped into my jeans onto the soft fabric of my panties, slowly teasing my clit. I gasped audibly at how sensitive I already was. My fingers twirled my clit in small circles causing my chest to heave and my brain to drift into thoughts of my sex god of a boyfriend.

I could almost see him in front of me, on top of me, thanks to my rather active imagination. His skin brushing against mine, his member slowly thrusting to fill me to the brink and hit my sweet spot, him leaning down so his ragged breaths were in my ear. “You are mine,” the phantom voice whispered as I felt his hand very gently curve around my throat, not hard as if he were choking me; it was more of a caress.

“Oh my,” CC’s voice sounded from the doorway, his eyes locked on me hungrily. “Someone couldn’t wait.”

I sat up immediately, pulling my hand out of my pants and blushing furiously. Not knowing what to say, I gazed down at my lap where my hands rested, biting the inside of my bottom lip when I noticed the tips of my fingers were wet from where I was soaking through my panties.

CC kneeled down in front of me, curling his index finger under my chin to lift my head a little, and allowed his perfectly sculpted lips to collide with mine. I could feel him smiling against my mouth. “Don’t be ashamed, Kitten. I love it.” My eyes flickered up at him. Kitten? Was that my new nickname?

He grabbed his bag that he’d had at practice and handed it to me. “Here. Go into the bathroom and change for me. I’m pretty sure you’re gonna love it, Kitten.” He winked and bit his lip coyly, a face that he knew would get me to do just about anything.

I scurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, and quickly stripped out of my clothes. I reached into his bag and pulled out a beautiful black and ivory corset with matching garter belt, thigh-high fishnet stockings, a headband that had black diamond-looking cat ears, and a long black and auburn tail that almost matched my hair color and had a set of beads on one end of it. My face quickly became inquisitive. How am I supposed to put this on, I pondered.

Once I was dressed in everything but the tail, I stepped into the bedroom and slipped on a pair of black stilettos. To my surprise, CC wasn’t there anymore. I sat on my knees on the bed, holding the tail in my hands. It was soft and a little fluffy, but it was still obviously fake fur.

As I was admiring the tail’s texture, I suddenly felt something cold and leathery fasten around my neck, followed by the sound of a small lock clicking shut. I glanced to the side in the mirror that was over the dresser. CC had placed a black, leather collar on me, holding it shut with a small, silver, heart-shaped lock. We’d talked about getting me a collar like this to symbolize that I was his and his alone, but I didn’t think he’d actually get me one. I wanted to cry out of happiness.

His arms locked around my waist and he pulled me into him, kissing my cheek and temple. “We’ve talked about it for months...now everyone will know that you’re mine, especially since there’s only one key and I have it.” CC noticed the tail in my hands. “Let me help you with that, Kitten.”

Taking it from me, he pushed me onto my hands and knees gently. My fingers brushed over the collar. I still couldn’t believe it was actually there. I jumped out of my state of disbelief when I felt his tongue teasing my entrance lightly and his thumb grazing my clit in the same circular motion I was doing earlier. My body started loosening up and relaxing bit by bit, even when the thumb of his other hand brushed over my asshole a little to test just how relaxed I was. My back arched unexpectedly to the new sensation, small whimpers springing from my lips. One by one, he slowly slid the beads inside of my ass. I could feel my muscles tensing and relaxing, almost like the push and pull of the ocean tide.

As the last bead slipped in, CC stood up and pulled at my tail a little, causing my body to follow so the beads would stay inside, a loud moan escaping my throat. He practically purred in response to me, the telltale sound of his lowering zipper like music to my ears, followed by the quiet whoosh of his falling jeans and boxers. I arched my back, exposing my entrance to his throbbing member.

He happily took my invitation, slipping his shaft deep inside me, causing himself to go deeper than ever before by pulling me back into him by my tail. CC started thrusting hard almost immediately, giving me little time to adjust. I’ve never known a better sensation than having both of my holes filled at once, especially with his fingers still finding their way to my clit to pinch and rub and tease me closer and closer to a new, deeper edge.

CC’s hand tangled its way into my hair, grabbing at the roots, and pulled my body up so my back was pressed firmly against his chest. He was thrusting at a steady yet murderously hard pace, and I could feel the muscles of his stomach tightening against my back. Through jagged breaths, he asked me, “Who do you belong to?”

Barely forming words, I whispered with any breath I could find, “You, Master. I’m yours.”

One of his hands played with my breasts roughly, pinching and pulling at my nipples playfully as his other hand still rubbed my clit furiously. “Yes, Y/N, you’re mine!” CC screamed as his climax took control, his seed streaming inside of me. My own climax met his milliseconds after the first molten stream. We rode our orgasms out for at least five minutes before finally collapsing on the bed, gushes of cum pouring from my entrance after he pulled out.

He brushed my hair out of my face, chuckling softly as I almost chanted, “I’m yours, CC. All yours.”

“And I’m yours, Y/N. Forever yours.”

I smiled softly and snuggled into his chest. “So, um…” I started, “does this mean that I’m not your princess anymore?”

CC kissed the top of my head, laughing a little. “Oh no no! You are! I figured I could use them interchangeably. You will always be my princess.”

“Well then, may I recommend some anime characters’ names for you to call me? Because if I get an outfit with Kitten…”

He held me even tighter, smiling into my hair. “We’ll see what we can do, Princess.”

Notes