Page 71 of Caged Kitten

Mine.

The declaration appeared out of nowhere, and I clenched my jaw, slightly unnerved by the possessive flames unfurling inside me. Her hands went to my wrist, especially when I squeezed just a little harder, panic flashing in her eyes at my predatory grin. I let it drag on a little longer, grasping her like she was a catfish wriggling on the end of my line, before closing in and kicking apart her lovely legs. Katja’s breath hitched, but she steadied herself, knees slightly bent and feet flat…

Until I lifted her onto her toes.

Her eyes rounded a touch more, only to flutter shut as my free hand delved down her belly and between her thighs. I stroked her entirety at first, massaging her slickness, smearing her arousal over her nether lips. A caress light as air across her clit had her eyes snapping open, and I made her watch as I licked her desire from three of my fingers, slowly, one at a time. When those fingers returned to her sex, I found her wetter, her pale thighs trembling as I held her up.

I could have had this alone and been satisfied. Sure, my cock jutted out between us, desperate for closeness, starving to plunge into her inferno, but I would take a savage case of blue balls just to keep her on her toes and finger-fuck her through as many orgasms as we could fit in the next hour.

A heady, albeit strained, moan tumbled from her lips when I thrust a finger into her—then another, eventually working her cunt with three while the base of my palm smothered her clit. My little witch was so responsive to me, her hips bucking, her legs shaking with every torturous thrust. She fought to stay up on her toes, digging her claws into my forearm as she used me for balance. While hooded, she kept her eyes on me—on my gaze, and as tempted as I was to take mental pictures of her flushed, quivering body, of her toes all pink at the ends from the exertion and her tightened nipples dancing for me, I couldn’t look away either.

Especially when she came.

Katja’s knees buckled as she writhed and clenched around my fingers. I tracked the pleasure ripping through her, from the blush exploding across her skin to the sagging of her limbs, the climax milking what strength she had and leaving her limp.

Leaving her entirely at my mercy.

Fuck.

Jaw clenched, I dragged us across the space, not stopping until my back collided with the cold—grungy—tile beneath the shower head. Katja collapsed against my chest, her arms folded between us, her elbows driving into my torso and my cock stabbing at her belly.

“Ugh, sorry,” she whispered shakily, taking in our backdrop. “I can—”

“Shut your beautiful mouth,” I hissed, then plucked at her lower lip for good measure. “It’s worth it… I can take it.”

“My hero.” She wiggled her eyebrows and smirked, her sarcasm positively dripping—just like her cunt. Taking her firmly by the hips, I spun her around so swiftly, with such ease, that she gasped.

“Tell me to stop, darling,” I urged, planting a hand between her shoulder blades and slowly bending her over, “and I will.”

“Noted,” Katja fired back. She folded at the waist, following my lead, offering herself to me, and braced on her knees. No, no, that wouldn’t do. An idea sparked—somehow, because literally every drop of blood in my body was currently in my cock—and using the grimy wall for support, I lunged and grabbed her arms. Yanked them behind her back. Trapped her wrists in one hand while the other darted around to pluck at her nipples.

“Fintan.”

“You know the words,” I growled, bending her further. She adjusted with a whimper, widening her stance, preparing, arching her lower back so that I had access to everything. The corners of my mouth kicked up. One hole a day, I think. While my thumb brushed her puckered little asshole, a caress that made her stiffen with a sharp breath, I had my sights set elsewhere.

And I claimed my treasure—vehemently. Steering my cock with my free hand, I teased her pussy with a few insufficient pumps, just the silken tip delving in, until she tried to push back with a frustrated whine. I tsked down at her, then gave her ass a pair of light—sharp—love taps.

“Patience is a virtue, Katja.”

“Not in prison, Fintan.”

I snorted. “Trollop.”

“Fuck you—”

I bucked hard, filling her to the hilt and forcing a long, aching moan from her. My eyes all but rolled back in my head as she clamped down around me, sweet relief on the horizon, but then took a deep breath to steady myself—to come back to the moment and remember that this wasn’t about me.

It had always been about me before.

And the change felt oddly powerful.

Threading my fingers into her hair, I wrapped her red mane around my fist and wrenched her head back, absolutely obsessed with every little noise she made. Katja whined, her sex rippling around my cock, and pushed back into my hips the longer I stayed still. In time, darling. Just to be cruel, I waited as long as I could, holding her in place by her wrists and hair, snapshotting her lovely figure bent over and contorted in front of me, utterly at my mercy. She tried to seek her own satisfaction, writhing against me, trying to move, but I kept her still, tormented her a little while longer.

Only when I couldn’t take it anymore, every cell in my body on the verge of imploding, did I move.

Hard.

Fast.

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