Page 37 of Stalking Ginevra

She sobs, her hips quickening their pace, trying to chase the pleasure.

I yank her head back. “What do you say?”

“Your little kitten needs to come,” she cries, tears rolling freely down her cheeks.

Her desperate plea sends a surge of blood rushing south, making my head spin. I could never deny my little Ginevra, even when I have her on her knees.

“Go on. Help yourself.”

Blinking away the tears, she moves again, desperation clear in every frantic thrust. Satisfaction rumbles in my chest as those hips chase her release.

Her hair sticks to her damp skin, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her flesh skin flushed with shame and arousal. The orange cat ears still perched on her head rock back and forth along with the tail.

My breath quickens as she clings to my thigh, holding me in place as her delectable body quivers. Then every muscle goestaut, and she cries out with the force of her orgasm. Her body convulses, and I nearly come in my pants when her wetness soaks through the fabric.

I stare down, looking forward to the aftermath when the endorphins fade, leaving behind her humiliation.

She bows her head, trembling through the aftershocks, her breath ragged. I absorb every detail. The way her body shudders, the tears that splatter to the floor, the helpless way she clings to my thigh, seeking aftercare I’ll never give.

At least not until she comes to me on her knees, groveling for breaking our engagement.

As the last tremors fade, I pull back, letting her feel the absence of my touch. She pants and trembles, her skin blotchy, looking broken, spent, entirely under my control.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I reach down, cup her chin, and force her to look up. Her eyes are wide, still glistening with tears. “You’re mine, little kitten.”

When she shakes her head, I tighten my grip.

“Remember how easily you gave in, how quickly you broke. It’s only going to get worse from here.”

Her lips tremble, but she makes no sound. I expect she’s overwhelmed, too lost in the extent of her descent to filth. Her eyes swirl with fear and confusion, and my chest inflates as she realizes this is only the beginning of her new reality.

I’m the one who controls every aspect of her life, just as she once controlled mine. She’s caught in my web, and there’s no escape.

Releasing her chin, I step back, letting her slump forward onto her hands and knees. The fluffy tail still sways, powered by a battery charged with kinetic movements.

She convulses with silent sobs, and I wonder if she regrets leaving me for him. She’s no longer the proud, independentGinevra who could bend me to her whim. And that’s exactly how I want her.

I pull out my cock, making lengthy strokes, reveling in the degradation I made her endure. The pleasure in seeing her brought low, in taking another piece of her dignity, is intoxicating.

“Look at me,” I say, my strokes quickening.

She shakes her head.

A smile tugs at my lips. She might feel broken right now, but there’s so much more I can take from my little Ginevra. So much more I can strip away until there’s nothing left of her but me.

Pressure builds behind my balls, threatening to spill.

“Raise your fucking head unless you want me to drag you up by the hair,” I snarl.

She lifts her chin, staring up at me with a hatred so fierce that tips me over the edge. Ropes of cum spurt from my cock, showering her face and neck in thick fluid.

“I hate you,” she screams.

“Lick my cock head clean.”

Ginevra lurches, looking like she might bite off my cock. I grip her jaw so tightly that she whimpers.

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