One Shots: After Dark

Content Warning: CNC, Pet-play, dubious consent, breath play

((Male x Female))

“Daddy’s home, kitten.”

“I told you not to call me that.” Kamalia glares at the brunette as he enters the apartment, crossing her arms over her chest as her narrowed gaze takes in all of him. Her left ear twitches in irritation as James chuckles under his breath, her top lip curling into a sneer. “You know what? Fuck you. I don’t need this shit.”

White hair flows around her shoulders like waves as Kamalia turns suddenly, her back covered by nothing more than the silky strands of hair when James finally looks away from hanging his coat. “Now now kitty, don’t be like that.” As he approaches, he watches her ear flick again, letting his hand fall on her shoulder, a permanent smirk across his face.

“I said fuck off!” Though Kamalia doesn’t face him, James knows exactly what expression she wears. A beautiful, inviting look of frustration and lust befitting his most treasured whore. Flushed cheeks, pursed lips, perhaps even a tear or two starting to well up in her eyes. Her breathing would pick up soon enough, her full chest rising and falling heavily with every breath, and he’d feel just how happy she truly was when he felt the wetness pooling between her legs.

“Language.” James whispers, taking the final step forward so his toes practically kiss the backs of her heels. “Now, tell Daddy what’s really wrong. Are you angry that I had to work over tonight?”

Bingo.

The way Kamalia’s body stiffens tells James all he needs to know. His grin widens further as his hand begins traveling over her shoulder, teasing the brief flatness of her chest at her collarbones before dipping further toward the valley between her breasts. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.” This time when her ear twitches, he knows it’s because of his warm breath fanning the delicate fur there. “Tell. Me.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kamalia lies, her voice suddenly meek and breathless as James grips her breast roughly, pleased that she’d followed orders to meet him nude when he returned home for the day. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m not upset. You’re just -”

That hand suddenly moves from Kamalia’s breast up to her throat, her silver eyes widening as James’ fingers press against either side of her windpipe. “Sir?” A gasp falls from her lips as he squeezes, her knees feeling weak. “Let… Let go.”

“And why should I do that? My little kitten has claws today, so I’m merely defending myself.” His hand stays in place, long fingers settled just under the loosely buckled black collar around Kamalia’s neck as he walks around her still frame to look her in the eye. As brown meets silver he smirks again, “I’m going to have fun reminding you of your place.”

Kamalia doesn’t even have a moment to contemplate what that might mean before she feels additional pressure against her throat, this time against her windpipe directly. Her eyes widen and her hands raise to grip James’ wrist, feeling a bit uncomfortable until she takes a step back. The glint in his eye tells her she’s playing right into his hand, but she can’t bring herself to care enough to stop. Instead, she continues to walk backward, trusting that James will not allow her to trip over anything or hurt herself as they make their way to the bedroom.

A room sparsely furnished greets them, the setting sun casting a peaceful orange glow across the room. Kamalia gasped again when the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the bed, prompting her to sit to avoid falling.

“James, I-”

“Nope.” his voice is hard, leaving no room for argument as his hands go to his slacks, brushing his fingertips over the bulge there before snapping open the button and pulling down the zipper. “You didn’t want to talk when I gave you the opportunity, you won’t talk now. I have a much more important use for that mouth of yours. Now, be a good girl for once why don’t you?”

James pulls his cock from his slacks, gripping the base and giving himself one slow tug before stepping forward and running the tip over Kamalia’s lips. He notices the way her eyes shine, reflecting the sun’s rays and giving her an almost ethereal look. This woman is flawless - the epitome of beauty and seduction. And she’s all his.

Just as her tongue sneaks out to steal a taste of James’ precum smeared across her lip he grips her chin and forces her mouth open, thrusting forward until he feels her throat constricting around the head of him. “Fucking relax, I won’t tell you again.” Though a human, there was always something animalistic about James. Perhaps how he’s able to keep up with someone like Kamalia. His voice comes out as a growl while his cock retreats, just enough that Kamalia can suck in a breath before he’s thrusting forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside of her warm, wet mouth.

“That’s a good girl.” There’s no care in the way he grips the back of his partner’s head, dull nails scratching at her scalp as he forces her to keep him down her throat, feeling the convulsions of the muscles there as she tries to both breathe and restrict her own gag reflex.

Tears begin falling from Kamalia’s eyes and James finally retreats, smacking her cheek as she swallows down desperate gulps of air. “Y-You-”

“M-Me what?” James taunts, enjoying the way Kamalia braces herself to the side, slowly lifting her legs onto the bed to begin crawling backward toward the wall. As James currently stands between her and the door, it’s the only way she can move to avoid his intimidating frame.

“Oh, is my kitten feeling a little shy?” The taunting tone darkens, shadows falling over James’ face from the window behind as he follows Kamalia onto the bed. A familiar game of cat and mouse that he’s sure he’d never tire of, especially since he gets to play the hunter.

His prey continues to back away, her chest appearing more and more inviting as the seconds pass with a slight sheen of sweat covering her breasts. He hadn’t noticed it before, but he’s sure it appeared when she was struggling to breathe around him - an image that wouldn’t be leaving his mind anytime soon.

“Don’t be like that.” James coos, reaching out and grabbing Kamalia’s ankle, smirking as he lifts himself onto his knees before grabbing the other ankle, pulling his prey closer to settle himself between her now-spread legs. “You know Daddy doesn’t like having to fight a naughty kitten when he’s had a long day. Can’t you just be a good girl for me?”

The words trigger something in Kamalia’s eye and she lifts her legs to kick, trying to turn herself over so that she could crawl away from her hunter once more. “Fuck you!”

“Is that all you can say to me today?”

“No, it’s… Just let go of me! I’m not in the mood, and -” Her words are cut off when James releases her ankles, allowing her to flip over onto her hands and knees. “Wait, you’re really letting me go? Just like that?”

James quirks a brow, looking over his kitten’s form with an appreciative hum. “Why, of course. You said you didn’t want it, didn’t you? What do you take me for?” His eyes linger on one particular place, and as Kamalia moves her knee forward to make her escape, his hands shoot forward once more. “But I know you better than to listen to empty words, don’t I? And my kitten’s tight little pussy seems awfully wet for someone who doesn’t want to be touched.”

One hand grips Kamalia’s hip, fingertips pressing firmly against the outward angle of the bone there, using it as a grip as he pulls her back against him. “You have one last chance, kitten. Give me what we both want, or I’ll take it.”

Silence is the only response he receives, yet the stillness of his prey is telling enough. His free hand grips the base of his cock and he rubs the tip against the wetness dripping from Kamalia’s pussy, groaning at the welcoming sensation, loving the shiver he feels running through her entire body. “Good girl.”

All at once James presses into her, eliciting a scream of unabashed pleasure as her inner walls are stretched. Her position on hands and knees begins to shake with her weakening elbows, so James decides to give her a hand, pressing against her upper back and letting his hand slide up toward her collar as she bows. “You know how I love this fucking body.” He growls again, his own head falling back just a touch as his hips begin moving immediately, using his grip on her hip to pull her back each time he thrusts forward.

The air around them immediately takes on a sweet and musky scent, natural pheromones wafting around the couple as slick sounds of pleasure meet their ears. The bed is silent at first as it rocks, though with an increasing pace comes incremental thumps of the headboard against the wall. The neighbors may hate it when James arrives home, but he couldn’t care less. In fact, he rather enjoys the audience it sometimes creates.

“Daddy…” Kamalia whimpers, panting heavily against the comforter her cheek is pressed into. She can feel a wet spot starting under her dropped jaw, unable and unwilling to care that she’s drooling from the feeling of his cock kissing her cervix. His strong hold is enough to have her entire body trembling, an ache forming deep within her from the force of his thrusts, but she absolutely loves it.

James revels in the feeling of Kamalia’s walls tightening around him with every thrust as if her body is naturally trying to milk his seed from deep within. Hearing her sharp intake of breath and knowing she was about to say something else, he gripped her collar harshly and pulled her up by the throat, grinning when she chokes on her breath before forcing her face into the comforter.

She tightens even more with the lack of air, her muscles stiffening while her hands claw at the bed. No real attempt is made for freedom though, and that’s one of James’ favorite parts. His kitty knows who’s in charge, and they both absolutely adore playing their part.

Once he feels her legs trembling worse he lifts her head again, pulling her up fully so her bare back is pressed against his front. “Know your place.” James’ heated voice whispers, breath tickling Kamalia’s sensitive ear once more. “You don’t say a word unless Daddy gives permission. Whores are meant to be used, not to think. Now scream for me, and let everyone know exactly who you fucking belong to.”

There was not a single thing Kamalia could do to disobey, dropping forward again while keeping her hips high and feeling her Master starting to thrust even harder. His pace is perfect while his force is punishing - the perfect combination for someone who lives to be used.

She’d been quiet before with a blanket to muffle her cries, but now she screams without restraint. Each retreat calls for a whimper while each forward motion creates an echo of the headboard and her pleasure. A grunt escapes James’ lips every now and again, but he’s always been the quieter of the two, preferring to have his pet’s voice the only one he hears.

Suddenly James lifts Kamalia’s hips even further, cockhead now rubbing directly against the most sensitive spot within her while he continues his assault against her cervix. The poor girl wants to scream her praise, all fight fucked out of her at this point, but she wants to be good. She wants to be praised, knowing she won’t be able to reach her peak and feel true satisfaction until that happens. So instead of using her words, she pushes her voice to be as loud as possible, wishing she could be heard by the entire city as she moans and cries out.

“That’s it.” James breathes, both hands now gripping his kitten’s hips and forcing her back as he feels his stomach tightening with his own impending release. “Keep it up and you’ll get my cum.” His right hand lifts only to come down harshly on Kamalia’s ass, the sharp sting adding to her pleasure as her eyes roll back. Three more hits come in quick succession, “You’d like that, hmm? Being filled with your Master’s seed.”

Kamalia nods her head rapidly but still doesn’t dare speak. Instead, she focuses on tightening her walls even further, smiling to herself as she hears James’ breath hitch. It’s not often she can catch him off guard, so she truly treasures the moments she can, especially when she knows it’ll bring out those two words she loves so much.

“Good girl.” James pants out, his own muscular form now shining in the fading light from the sun outside, “Such a good fucking girl. Your pussy is practically swallowing me, holding on for dear life. You like it that much, don't you? Being Master’s toy? My pet?” His thrusts start to become slightly more erratic, some much harder than others while his pace itself stutters. “You’re going to take my seed and like it, you fucking whore.”

Those harsh words are punctuated by James’ cock twitching inside of her, releasing his seed as deeply as possible as if trying to penetrate her womb directly. He holds their hips flush together, grinding against Kamalia directly while going between groping her full ass and gripping her enticing hips.

“Cum for me.” He leans down to whisper directly into her ear, “My good girl.”

Stars appear behind Kamalia’s eyes when she’s finally given permission, pleasure erupting as her orgasm hits and her wetness floods around James’ cock still seated fully inside. Though the accompanying cry is loud, James basks in it, pressing his hips firmer still against hers to massage her deepest parts and extend the high she feels.

Moments pass as James feels her body trembling, her breath ragged as her spent form slumps forward. He chuckles to himself, letting his softening cock slip free and resting her hips to the side, taking in her now-sleeping form. “Such a beautiful girl.” He speaks softly, hoping his sentiment reaches her unconscious mind though he doesn’t often say such words when she’s awake. For all the harshness he portrays, James does care for his kitten, and he knows the feeling is reciprocated. But even that deep fondness will never stop the way they play.