She was sitting above. It was her place. He was on the ground. He belonged there.
She was the one who controlled and was controlling, while he was made to be controlled and was being controlled.
They had what they wanted. They had already received that joy. Yet they wanted more.
She wanted more.
He wanted more, the only alteration - he wanted more than her.
With a hungry tongue and palpitating lips, he was licking and sucking her wetness, pacing his tongue with each lick.
His mind was a haze, his heart booming inside his chest while his length quivered inside his pants.
Numb at the head, blazing with the body, she was dripping wet with her own juices while she felt that there was nothing that could melt her more than his thawing tongue.
Then his tongue, like a slippery snake, began flicking right onto her entrance, making a squelching sound and leaving a strand of saliva connected to her behind.
He wasn't inserting his tongue inside but was just flicking around, taking her breath away.
It drove the heat of her body to another level, making her whimper and clutch the leash tighter.
Her whimpers just added to the melody, which turned the blooming craving in his heart wilder and bigger, making him pace his tongue faster and whimper into her wetness.
It urged him to perform actions his heart desired, to taste her even more and feel her even more.
Breathing loud enough for her ears and heavy enough for her wetness, his tongue finally began slithering inside her wetness, while his hands began advancing to her waist.
Sour and sweet, she tasted his tongue and spasmed against his spine, leading him harder inside his pants and stronger with his hands.
With each flick of his tongue, his hands reached further from her waist and grasped her breasts in full cups, too greedy and desperate.
As if the world was captured within his hands, he wasted no second and gently began massaging her breasts, planting sweet pain into her flesh.
She was astounded by his action, her whimpers cracking up, and her quivering body caught in a frenzy.
Her eyes awoken from the pleasurable slumber and she regarded his face stuffed in between her legs, busy pleasing her.
His eyes were deep into the pleasure, his mouth dancing onto her wetness while his hands continued squeezing her breasts with no pause. They were only starting to squeeze her breasts harder as if their life depended on the action.
She found the sight alluring and innocent, enough of a reason for a smile to curl up her lips. But it was out of order.
Tightening her grasp on the leash, she giggled after and plucked his drooling mouth away from her wetness, asking, "Are you being a good kitty?"
His eyes, which had found astonishment because of the sudden denial, quickly fell to the ground, his body quivering from the eyes he had seen on her face.
He knew what he had done, but he wasn't aware when did it happen. So, he did not know how to answer her question.
"Just because I allowed your tongue, does that mean I allowed your hands as well?"
Her tone seemed bitter, so as her eyes, but there was also sweetness hidden behind it. Which only hardened his cock even more inside his pants and turned his skin more itchy.
Her control was making him lose his mind.
"I'm sorry! I- I didn't realize, master." Somehow, he managed to stutter as he covered his bulge once again with his hands, hiding his eyes once again from her.
"Must I be harsh on you?" She tilted her head as she lifted his chin above, leading his eyes onto her, not allowing his heart a second of rest.
"No- No! No, you don't have to. I'll be a good kitty." He quickly stuttered as he beamed his fluttering request at her, wishing her to believe his words.
"Then ask nicely before you do anything." She added, as she slowly wrapped her legs around his head and yanked his head closer.
"Yes, master! May I —— May I touch your breasts, master!" He requested with much more politeness and etiquette, licking his lips clean as if he was wiping off an outrageous demand.
"Yes, you can." She whispered like the goddess of chaos, planting chills into his soul, so he never forgets his place.
"Thank You! Thank you, master." Elated, he reciprocated his thankfulness as he gently bowed his head to her, and gave her his hands to guide them.
"Is my kitty happy now?" She asked as she rested his hands upon her breasts, watching him quickly nod and express his gratefulness with his eyes. "Thank you so much! Master!"
"Now go back to what you were doing. Don't ditch your master, just because you've received what you wanted." She knew what his response will be, yet she wanted to torment him with her words, just to multiply his sense of duty.
"I can never do that, master. I'd rather choose death over it." He simply whispered, prompting a satisfied smile over her lips, and nudged his lips back onto her wetness, not wasting even a second to plant goosebumps into her skin.
He began playing with her breasts as his tongue once again entered into her and began flicking at a fast pace.
He could no longer go slower like her, who could no longer be satisfied with just a mild pace.
Feeling his hot tongue and his hands plant bittersweet pleasure into her, she shoved his face further in between her legs and squeezed his head tighter with her thighs.
The knot in her stomach was getting bigger once again. She was sensitive from the orgasm before.
She began moaning to his needy tongue, elevating her head behind as she kept the leash secured in her hands.
The louder she moaned, the harder he squeezed her breasts. And the harder he squeezed her breasts, the faster and needier he licked her wetness, whimpering and drooling.
She tasted so sweet to his tongue and he wanted more. He wanted her to cum into his mouth once again.
And to get that, he did not let his face take a rest. He sucked and licked. He fucked her pussy with his mouth until she was growling. "Aghh. Just like that."
Her thighs began quivering beside his head, her pussy leaking more and more with each flick, while he felt his tongue thawing.
She was hailing how good his tongue felt, rubbing her wetness onto his tongue as she squeezed his head tighter.
To her needy growls, his ears stood up along with his dick and demanded to be released.
But he could not do that. And at that moment, it wasn't necessary. He just wanted to please her.
He continued to please her. He continued eating her out, whimpering and quivering, until finally, she released a loud growl along with her juices into his mouth, her body quivering more than ever.
As if the sweetness had been released onto his tongue, he continued licking her, letting every drop ooze out
Her moans were echoing as she was releasing into his mouth and the sounds of his mouth eating her were just adding to the melody as his lips sucked each drop of her cum.
"Good kitty." She hailed as she caressed his hair and softly released her legs from his head while he continued to lick her clean.
She had gone tired and heavy from all the torment she performed on him. But he still had a lot of strength. The total opposite of most situations.
He licked her clean and landed his eyes upon her like a puppy waiting for his treat, and released his hands from her breasts, requesting a wish after festering a lot of courage.
"Can I cum too, master?" He did not wish to ruin her good mood, but he could also not let himself hang like that. He wanted to cum so badly.
Heavy-eyed, once again she just smiled at him and answered. "Does my kitty want that?"
"Yes, master!" He eagerly nodded, gingerly smiling, as his body quivered more.
"Make yourself cum then." He did not understand what she meant, yet he did not dare to ask her.
"Kitties don't have brains to use. So, don't try to use yours." She quickly broke his dilemma as she read the worry on his face, pulling him out of his troublesome trance and adding, "Rub your dick against my leg and make yourself cum."
For a good second, he sat quiet, thinking about how would he do that, forgetting that he had done that many times.
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