Adrien, November seven years ago
I wasn’t trying to be a creep, I really wasn’t, but I knew if I waited long enough that it would happen; Holly would stretch and roll over, reaching out for me in the process, and cuddle up to my chest. So maybe it was a little creepy to stare at someone while they slept, but it was for a good cause, I wanted to feel that little rush of excitement when she mumbled my name and rolled over to nuzzle into me. My heart fluttered as she shifted and I stilled, trying not to wake her as she did it, she stretched her arm out, searching for me, and when she found me, she pulled herself in close. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hair, she would wake up shortly and complain about sweating but right now I got to enjoy being close to her. I had to take what I could get, and if she was only willing to cuddle and fuck a few times a week then I would make the most of it. Holly didn’t need to know that I turned down the heat before she came over tonight though, sometimes I had to stack the odds in my favour.
“Adrien?” she mumbled, looking up at me through sleepy eyes.
My name always sounded different when she said it, ignoring the e and saying it with a hard a, I liked it, it was still new to me. “Chaton?” I asked, smiling at her.
“Cuddling is nice and all, but your dick is pressing on my belly and it’s not very comfortable.”
Okay, and maybe cuddling like this gave me a hard-on like no other. It was sort of romantic, in its own way. “Would you prefer to spoon so I can rub it between your legs?”
She laughed and shifted as she woke up more. “That’s forking, and no, I’m not into the sideways tango.” She pushed herself up and gave me a quick kiss. “But if you put in some work to get me started, I’ll get on top,” she spoke close to my ear and I groaned.
My cock throbbed and I pushed her over on the mattress as she giggled. I didn’t care that we had fucked earlier, I wanted to taste her cunt and have her come on my face. I pinned her arms against the bed and kissed her hard, sweeping her mouth while pressing myself against her thigh. I wanted her to know how hard she made me, how much I wanted her. I felt her struggle under me, fighting my hold on her wrists. I nipped her neck lightly, a warning to settle down. “I will get the leather cuffs and the wand out if you don’t stop squirming, chaton,” I growled and licked her jaw.
“I want to touch you,” she gasped out. “Please, Master.”
I glared down at her, not angry but I wanted my kitten to listen the first time I told her to do something. “Brats get the paddle and that’s your last warning.” She smirked suddenly and I kissed her cheek. “Hold the headboard, do not let go,” I ordered.
Holly held on tight and I moved down her body, tasting her soft skin with trails of kisses. She liked marks, and I was more than willing to provide; I focused on her hips for a while longer, sucking hard on the sensitive spot that made her gasp and squirm. I did it on both sides, knowing that she would have hickeys there to remind her of where I had been. I pushed her legs apart and pulled them over my shoulders, my mouth watered as I stared as her beautiful cunt. Glistening in the light from the window, folds parted. I couldn’t hold back; latching my mouth onto her opening and letting my tongue explore her sex, my nose bumped her clit and made her moan quietly.
She tasted salty and sweet; her fluid was thick - mixed with a bit of lube from the condom earlier. I didn’t care, I would happily stay down here for hours if she let me. I would have liked to go without condoms now, but I wouldn’t push the subject, I didn’t want to push her away or upset her. Though the idea had gotten me off many times; imagining her begging me to come inside her, filling her with my release before we went out somewhere and knowing it was dripping into her panties.
I groaned and moved up to her clit as she started to pant and roughly drove two fingers into her waiting entrance. She mewled and pushed back on my hand, trying to make me go deeper. I obliged happily, pushing my fingers hard into her, thrusting them in and out while I sucked her clit. She was dripping, her cunt making obscene sounds around my fingers as she screamed out her orgasm.
I heard her cry my name, but I kept going, pushing hard on her g-spot and raking my teeth over her clit. She bucked against my mouth and I felt her fluid splash my chin, I moaned and ground my aching cock into the mattress. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair, desperately trying to pull me away from her over the sensitive nub. After a moment I gave in and moved up her body to kiss her forcefully again, I wanted her to taste herself, and me. Her tongue searched my mouth as her legs wrapped around my waist, I moaned wanting to give in. It would be so easy to just fuck her like this, but I wanted her on top, badly. I rolled over and grinned at her as I lazily stroked my cock.
“You have a promise to hold up, chaton.” I fumbled for a condom in the nightstand and rolled it down my shaft quickly.
Holly giggled and pushed herself up, awkwardly getting into position. I grabbed her hips excitedly as I stared up at her perky tits. She looked amazing from all angles, but from below I could see her cunt stretched around my length, her tits bouncing in my face, and still have a decent amount of control as I dug my fingers into her hips.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, lowering herself onto me.
I thrust my hips off the bed, forcing more of myself into her. “You look so good like this.”
She whimpered in response as her pelvis met mine and she rolled her hips back and forth, her eyes rolling back slightly.
I pushed her upwards before slamming into her, she might be on top, but that didn’t mean she was in control. I held her slightly above me, thrusting into her and watching her mouth fall open and her hand ball up into a fist against her abdomen. I groaned and forced her hips all the way down, pushing them in small circles as she moaned, and her head lolled back.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, I grit my teeth as I started fucking her again, desperate to feel her come on my cock. She moved against me eagerly, bouncing quickly and gasping every time the head of my cock kissed her cervix. Electricity shot through me as I watched her, nothing could ever be as erotic as seeing her be my filthy slut. My cock throbbed and I growled, feeling the heat building in my balls and knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer with her like this. Without warning, I grabbed her and threw her to the bed as she yelped in surprise. She stared up at me in a mix of shock and disappointment.
“I was almost there!” Holly wailed.
I gripped her throat tightly, choking off her protests. “You come when I want you to come. If I say you aren’t coming tonight then you aren’t coming tonight, is that understood?” I glared down at her and she nodded as I released her neck.
“Will you let me come tonight, Master?” She asked hopefully.
I tried to hide my smile. “If you get on your hands and knees for me then we’ll see.”
She moved quickly, eager to prove that she was a good girl. I had learned that one fast; she didn’t take being called bad or any variation of it well, she wanted to be good and follow the rules. I preferred it that way, subs that were always defiant was exhausting and I liked seeing her excitement when I showered her with praise for a job well done.
I sat back and watched her get into position, her ass was delicious, I wanted her to let me fuck it but that was something she wasn’t sure of yet. I kneaded my fingers into her soft flesh, relishing in the moans it enticed. I gripped a fist full of her hair as I lined my cock up with her waiting entrance. The heat that built in my groin hadn’t dissipated any and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Tell me what you want, slut.” I jerked her hair as I spoke, pulling her head back so I could hear her fully.
“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped out.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, be specific because I have two holes I could fill and I’m more than happy to fuck your tight ass.” I wanted to hear her scream as she came with my cock in her ass and a vibrator on her clit, it wouldn’t happen tonight but hopefully soon.
“My pussy, please fuck my pussy.” She whimpered as I ran my cock along her slit.
“That’s not the word I want to hear,” I snapped and slapped her ass cheek.
Holly’s arms gave out and she collapsed against the mattress in obvious embarrassment, trying to hide her face and muffle her voice. “My cunt, please fuck my cunt, Master.”
I pushed into her fully, I liked hearing her say it, it made her embarrassed and I loved seeing that reaction. I fucked her roughly, one hand gripping her hair tightly, the other pulling her hips back to meet my groin. She whined and mewled against the sheets and I groaned, feeling her cunt tighten on me and I knew she was going to come. I slowed my movements, dragging myself out slowly before I rammed back in harder.
I felt the heat coiling low in my stomach, my balls tightened and just before I came, she clamped down around me and screamed out her finish. I moaned and followed close behind, shivers danced across my skin, my mouth hanging open as my cock pulsed endlessly. As I started to come back to reality, I felt her wetness dripping down my thighs and her babbling an apology.
“I’m sorry Master, I’m sorry I didn’t ask first--”
I pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin before I fell sideways and pulled her to me so we could cuddle more, I kissed her sweaty tangled hair and tried to soothe her sudden panic before it escalated. “It’s okay chaton, I won’t punish you tonight, you were a good girl.”
She wiggled around in my arms to face me, her tear-stained cheeks glistening in the moonlight. That was a common occurrence now, ever since she cried for the first time she seemed to cry every time after. I worried at first, horrified that I had crossed a line or actually hurt her. We had both come to realize that it was a build-up and release of tension and frustration, but it certainly scared the hell out of me the first time I realized she was crying.
I held her to my chest as I hummed quietly, this was our routine, the humming comforted her, and her warmth did the same for me. If it wasn’t so late, we would take a bath together, but I wasn’t willing to get out of bed in the middle of the night for that.
“You promise?” she asked quietly.
I rubbed her back in small circles. “Je promets,” I answered.
Holly squeezed me tightly and I pulled the covers back over us, suddenly regretting turning the heat down as I shivered.
“No, no fucking way,” Holly snapped. “That’s a hard no, Adrien.”
I rolled my eyes and took another bite; she could be such a child sometimes. “It’s not going to bite you or poison you, just try one.”
“I’m not eating bugs.” She crossed her arms defiantly and glared at the plate in front of me.
“Snails are gastropods, not bugs. It’s a cultural thing,” I said patiently. I tried to look as disappointed as possible. “I’ve seen you eat octopus, how is this any different?”
“It just is, and you can’t make me.” She took a large step back from the counter.
I picked up the plate, came closer to her and took another, more dramatic, bite. “It’s garlic and herb butter goodness, you would like it--” I held the plate out in front of me, trying to tempt her.
She squealed and ran away, I chased after her and dropped the plate on the credenza in the hall as she veered into the study. My heart pounded in my chest and I grinned at the revolted look on her face, she looked adorable. My grey muscle shirt barely covered her tits as it hung off her shoulder, my boxers were equally baggy, but she insisted on wearing them, the deep forest green colour looked good on her. She looked out of place with her still mused hair, in my clothes, surrounded by floor to ceiling bookshelves, dark maroon panelling, and my desk stacked with papers behind her.
“I’m not letting you kiss me,” she warned and backed into the desk.
“Really?” I asked and cocked my head to the side as I stalked her around the room.
Holly nodded and followed the wall with her hand until she reached the door behind her, she fumbled with the handle and I lunged forward as she got it open. She yelped and squirmed as I wrapped my arms around her waist, trailing wet, sloppy kisses up her neck.
“You’re so gross!” She screamed, pushing my chest in a futile effort.
“You like Italian food, just pretend that’s what escargot is.” I kissed her cheek and she grimaced.
“You’re gonna ruin garlic bread for me,” she whined.
I chuckled and moved my hands up to cup her face so I could make her look at me. Her face was flushed with exhilaration, I could feel her heart beating faster and her eyes widened as I leaned down. She didn’t try to pull away as my mouth found hers, I urged her lips open and stroked her tongue with mine. She tasted crisp and tart, she had definitely got into the fruit bowl on the coffee table after vehemently refusing when I offered her said fruit. I released her slowly, savouring the softness of her.
“It wasn’t that bad, right?” I asked, gazing down at her in amusement.
“Like kissing a bridge troll. You’ve ruined Italian seasoning for me you know.” She glared but I saw a muscle twitch in her jaw and her voice didn’t carry nearly as much conviction as it had earlier.
“We’ll work on foie gras next, think of it as enrichment; fully immersed in food that hasn’t come in an aerosol can,” I replied happily.
She scoffed. “Uh excuse you, spray cheese is delicious, and liver has no business being served in a meal.” She pulled away and sashayed down the hall, casting a pouty look over her shoulder. “And now I’m going to eat whip cream straight from the can, and you aren’t invited.”
“Even if I promise to lick it off you?” I asked with a face splitting grin.
“Not after that stunt!” She called back.