Kitten's Tale by Tymber Dalton
Ray laughed. “Eat now, fuck later.”
Oot and kitten cleaned up the kitchen after dinner was finished. Ray had already retreated to the bedroom and was sprawled in the middle of the bed, naked and channel surfing. He patted the mattress to his right. “Come here, kitten.”
She crawled into bed while Oot took the left side. Ray handed the remote off to Oot. He curled his arms around her, kissing her.
His cock stiffened between them and another flood of moisture pooled in her pussy. At this rate, it’d be running down her legs if they didn’t let her come soon. Thank god they’d already gotten medical issues out of the way. She was on the pill, so no reason to use rubbers. They’d be “fluid bonded,” which meant if she did end up sleeping with someone else, either she’d have to use condoms with her new partner or with them. And the two men wouldn’t sleep with anyone else, either, without using protection.
Ray rolled on top of her and pinned her hands over her head. “Spread, kitten.”
With her heart pounding, she did, opening her legs wide. He held her hands with one hand, and lined up the head of his cock with her pussy with the other. “Do not come or I’ll send you into the playroom to bring me the biggest, hardest paddle I have and I’ll give you twenty smacks with it.”
She moaned as Ray slowly slid his cock home inside her. Then he used both hands to keep her wrists pinned. He nuzzled her neck, nipping her earlobe. “You’re going to be a good girl for us this weekend, aren’t you?” His grip tightened on her wrists even as he fully settled his weight on top of her.
“Yes, Sir!” she gasped. Holding her orgasm back would be hard. He’d positioned himself perfectly, his cock brushing against her swollen clit.
“Then do not come.” He started fucking her, slow at first, then harder and harder. “Look at me, kitten,” he ordered.
She stared up into his hazel eyes, her body straining not to come despite the delicious pounding her eager cunt took from his cock.
His body tensed as he let out a low moan. He fell still inside her, and she chewed on the inside of her lip to distract her from the wonderful feel of his pelvis rubbing against her sensitive clit.
He let out a long breath and kissed her. “Such a good girl,” he whispered. He sat up, releasing her arms. As he pulled out, she fought the urge to hold him there, to keep his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He smiled down at her. “Oot?”
“Yes, Master?”
He rolled off her and stretched out alongside her. “Time for you to fuck our kitten.”
Oot leapt on her in a flash, his cock driving home faster than she could even process it.
“May I come, Master?” he asked Ray.
“Yes, you may.” He reached over and tweaked her right nipple, stopping just short of pain. “But, kitten, you may not come yet.”
She whimpered and whined, but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Oot didn’t take long, exploding with a shuddering cry in less than a minute. He fell on top of her and kissed her. “Thank you, Master. I didn’t think I could take it much longer.”
“You could if I’d told you to.”
The good thing was that Oot didn’t last long enough to get her over. But Ray’s constant torment of her left nipple now wasn’t helping her situation any.
“How long before you think you can recover?” Ray asked him.
Oot sat up with a playful grin. “Oh, at this rate, about five minutes.”
Ray laughed. “Well, get down here and suck my cock and get me ready.” He leaned in and kissed her, blocking her view of Oot diving between Ray’s legs. Ray continued tormenting her nipples, first one, then the other, making her whimper, adding a delightful bite of pain to the pleasure.
Apparently, Oot wasn’t the only one eager for round two. Ray patted him on the head. “Good boy. Go get me lube, a glove, a towel, and a condom.”
Oot, his cock already bobbing at attention, jumped up and ran for the master bathroom. He returned a moment later with the items.
“Good boy.” Ray snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed. “On your back.”
Oot obediently flopped down on the bed. Ray grabbed kitten’s hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. He snapped and pointed at Oot. “Kitten, get on top of him. Don’t come yet.”
She scrambled into position, unable to hold back her own happy moan as she impaled herself on his cock.
Ray put his hand between her shoulders and pushed her down onto Oot’s chest. “Oot, hold her open.”
She closed her eyes and resisted the urge to wiggle and rub her clit against Oot as his fingers grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide to give Ray the best access.
Ray worked quickly, spreading lube on her and working it inside her. The feel of him inserting two fingers in her ass and working them back and forth nearly finished her off, but she managed to hold back. Then his hand disappeared and she heard him rip open a condom wrapper.
“Sorry, honey, but I prefer a condom for anal,” he told her. A moment later, his engorged cockhead pressed against her ass, seeking entrance.
He went slow, but she nearly came just from the pleasant burning pinch in her ass as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. When he had all of his cock fisted by her tight channel, he sat up and smacked her ass, hard.
“You both have permission to come.” He started fucking her ass while beneath her, Oot grabbed her hips and pistoned up into her. As Ray fucked her, he continued slapping her ass and it didn’t take more than two or three strokes for her first orgasm to hit.
“Holy fuck!” Oot groaned. “Feels like she’s gonna squeeze my dick off!”
“Keep fucking her,” Ray ordered. “Give her a good ride.”
Oot reached up and grabbed her nipples, tweaking them and setting her off on a second wave of pleasure intensified by Ray spanking her as he fucked her. By the time she rolled through her third orgasm, neither man could hold back any longer. Their moans merged and mixed as she felt their dicks swell inside her before exploding.
Heavily breathing, as one they all collapsed to the bed. It was a couple of minutes before Ray carefully withdrew and got out of bed. When he returned, he carried a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned her up. Then he returned to bed, where the two men spooned her between them.
Ray tenderly kissed her. “Go to sleep, kitten. You did good.”
A satisfied smile drifted across her lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter Five
It was the rare weekend when the three of them couldn’t play together, either at the club, in private, or sometimes both. While Sarah enjoyed the men’s company, she also realized something big was missing from her life.
Mainly, someone to share her life.
The men hadn’t played sexually with anyone besides her in the eighteen months since they’d taken the relationship to a sexual one. While she’d gone on a few dates, none of them thrilled her enough to make her want to sleep with them.
None of them were dominant enough for her.
She knew part of her was in love with Ray and Oot, but she didn’t bother wasting time deluding herself that it could ever be anything other than what it was. The men were committed partners, and Ray had asked her a couple of times during the ensuing months if she was doing okay emotionally with their arrangement.
She was, but she’d never admit her loneliness to the men. That was her cross to bear, and she’d do it privately. She missed having someone she could let go to completely and not just on the weekends.
One weekend she drove to the club on a Friday. A friend of hers from college was coming into town for a visit on Saturday afternoon, so she couldn’t spend the weekend with the men. She felt a little nervous because Ray had told her he had a surprise for her.
When she arrived, she found the men already there, and talking with a third. She’d never met him before. Taller than Ray and Oot, a large, beefy man, but not one she’d call fat. His green eyes studied her from a face that looked like i
Ray made the introductions. “Sarah, this is Mike. I’ve told you about him. We finally managed to get him here on a weekend he didn’t have to go out of town for business. Mike, this is Sarah.”
“Sarah, nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and she found she couldn’t take her eyes off his.
She shook with him. “You can call me kitten.”
She’d taken every opportunity to let Teufel suspend her. After she’d started playing regularly with Ray and Oot, the two men would wait until she was suspended and then start doing all sorts of deliciously evil things to her, including orgasm play.
It had become one of her favorite things.
“If you’d like,” Ray said, “Mike said he’d be happy to suspend you.” He grinned. “I told him you are a real rope slut.”
Predictably, her pussy contracted as her clit throbbed. “Yeah, that’s accurate.”
As Mike talked to her and evaluated her before starting a chest harness, he joked with her and had her fully at ease.
When his hand brushed against her nipple, she thrust her chest out. “Come on,” she joked. “You can cop a better feel than that.”
He smiled and cupped her breast with his hand, rubbing his thumb over her nipple and turning it into a stiff peak. “You mean like that?”
She mewed. “Yeah.”
He leaned in closer. “How much permission do I have to play with you, kitten?”
She felt the sharp sting of a full-handed slap against her ass. “Only as much as I say, kitten,” Ray said. “And no more.”
Mike laughed as his hand disappeared. “Ah, no problem. Sorry about that.”
She swallowed hard as Ray’s steady gaze met hers. She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” Ray said. Then to Mike, he said, “No problem. I should have clarified that earlier. My fault.”
By the time they got her suspended, she was ready to burst with need. Ray and Oot had worked her into a frenzy. It didn’t help that two of the ropes Mike had tied in the hip harness he’d also used ran between her legs, along her swollen clit.
As Ray and Oot went to work using the Hitachi vibrator on her, Mike stood at her head, bracing her.
“Look at me, kitten,” Ray ordered.
She stared into his eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Ray’s and Oot’s hands working on her had her so deep in subspace she never wanted to come up for air. Her back arched in the ropes, and Oot forced her to keep her legs apart as Ray relentlessly pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her. The whole time, her eyes remained locked on Ray’s face.
When she finally had to safeword, Mike wrapped his arms around her, enfolding her in his huge embrace as he undid the ropes and carefully lowered her to the floor. Oot handed Ray the lightweight fleece throw they used for aftercare. He wrapped her in it and took her from Mike. She clung to Ray, not wanting to let go of him.
It took her a while to get her mind back under control. She looked into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
He smiled and brushed the hair away from her face. “You’re welcome, kitten. It was my pleasure.”
There was something different in Ray’s expression tonight. “No way you can come home with us tonight, huh?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I have my friend coming in to visit.”
When the evening was over and she got dressed, Ray insisted on walking her out to her car, alone, which was odd. At the car door he pulled her to him. “How about Sunday night. Can you come over?”
“Yes, Sir.” His voice sounded odd. “But all three of us have to work on Monday.”
He kissed her, fisting his hand in her hair and holding tight, melting her. “How about,” he said in her ear, “you plan on spending the whole week with us. To see how you like it.”
Her heart nearly skipped a beat. “What?”
“I talked to Oot already. We want you to move in.”
She couldn’t form words. She nodded.
Chapter Six
She cooked in her usual attire—naked, except for her pink collar. After dinner, once the dishes were washed and dried and put away, she walked into Ray’s study and knelt on the large pillow on the floor next to his desk.
Without looking away from his laptop, Ray reached down and stroked her hair. She closed her eyes, content. This was part of their routine, one she had quickly grown to love. She would sit there all night next to him, her head resting against his thigh, his hand in her hair, if he asked her to.
“You take such good care of us, kitten,” he said, looking down at her.
“I try, Sir.”
“No, you do. And I appreciate it.” He gently held her chin and tipped her head up so he could look her in the eye. “Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of your spanking tonight, however. You were pushy with me today on the phone.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” She’d argued that Ray and Oot needed to be watching their diets. Oot was out of town at a training conference for work, leaving her alone with Ray.
“Good girl.” He shut down his laptop, stood, and held out his hand to her. She took it, stood, and followed him out to the living room. He settled himself on the couch, then patted his lap.
She lay across his lap, facedown, her bare butt in the air. As one warm hand lovingly caressed her ass, his other slipped under her hair and took hold of her collar.
Closing her eyes, she felt the familiar pulse deep in her core. Pain brought pleasure. Lots of pleasure. Even when there wasn’t time for a reward following a spanking, it still made her wet. It hadn’t taken Ray and Oot long to rewire her brain to irretrievably link the two sensations. Now, two years later, just the mention of a spanking would get her juices flowing.
“Is my kitten ready for her spanking?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” Without further words, his hand lifted, palm coming firmly down to smack her right ass cheek.
The sting bloomed, blossomed as another, and another stroke came, one after another, back and forth, each impact stoking her desire despite the pain.
She didn’t count. He rarely made her count, knowing it was harder for her to focus when he did that. Her hands balled up into fists as the sting spread and deepened with every strike, increasing in tempo and strength until she cried and had to force her legs to stay still and not kick or curl up to try to protect her ass.
Then his hand stilled. He stroked her flesh, soothing it. “Good girl.” He kneaded her upper thighs, the globes of her ass, where he’d no doubt turned her skin red. “Such a very good girl.”
After a few minutes of this, he started spanking her again. Each stroke bled into the next until she writhed on his lap. As always, when she reached the point she thought she’d have to safeword, he stopped, as if reading her mind instead of her body. Once again, his palm soothed her stinging flesh.
Only this time, his skilled fingers worked lower, slipping between her legs. There would be no more punishment for being pushy tonight, she knew.
She spread her legs for him as his grip on her collar tightened.
“Good girl,” he cooed again, sending another flood of erotic heat straight to her pulsing clit. His fingers probed, slipping into her wet pussy. First one, then two.
She gasped and rocked her hips in time with his hand.
“You’re a very wet girl. You like it when I take you in hand and spank you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She wouldn’t deny it. Why try? It was one of the things she loved about him. Oot was the playful one. He topped her, too, but they both submitted to Ray.
He withdrew his fingers and found her clit. She whimpered and spread her legs as far apart as she could. As he flicked at the piercing through her clit hood, the curved barbell that intensified every stroke of his fingers, she felt her climb toward orgasm start.
“You’re my dirty little girl, aren’t
“Yes, Sir!”
Game on. His grip on her collar tightened even more. Even though she wanted to jump up, bury her face between his thighs, and go down on him, the iron grip pinning her facedown across his lap made that impossible. Tonight, he would get her off, and all she could do was lie there and take it.
He changed tactics again, sinking his thumb into her cunt while using two fingers to stroke her clit.
A moan escaped her lips.
“Don’t come until I tell you to, kitten.”
That simple command amped up her need even more. “Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
He brought her closer, ever closer to that sweet drop into the abyss, when he withdrew his hand. After quickly slapping her ass several times, he returned his hand to her pussy and picked up where he left off. He repeated this several times, each time taking her closer, ever closer to climax.
Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. “Come now, kitten!”
Her orgasm exploded, blossoming into white-hot fire that spread from her clit to the very center of her existence. He fucked her with his hand, using three fingers to fill and thrust into her wet channel.
Only when he’d wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of her that he could did he pull her up and into his lap, where she curled into a content ball, her head resting on his chest and his arms around her.
He nuzzled the top of her head. “Such a good girl,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Sir.” She caught her breath and let out a happy sigh. “May I take care of you?”
“Not right now, kitten, I’m okay.” He tipped her chin up and kissed her. “You ready for bed?”
She nodded, stifling her disappointment. It always made her feel a little guilty to get off when he didn’t. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Go get in bed, hands and knees, ass in the air.”
She felt her disappointment immediately flip to anticipation. She jumped to her feet. “Yes, Sir!”
Chapter Seven