Black Cat Femdom Novels & Stories

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

Darius answered. They never sought my opinion; he brought out a belt, spanking my ass with it. I cried!! “Master!!” I winced in pain, thrashing around. I was sure my ass would be fucking red, but it drove me almost to the edge of having an orgasm. My pussy tingled in excitement from being dominated. The woman ate my pussy, her tongue sucking on my clit. “Please don't stop; I'm close,” I moaned, begging. “Stop!” Darius voice made me get up, leaving me aching.

VALEN How much more could happen in a single night? I stared in stunned silence as Calithea transformed into something that shattered everything I thought I knew. It stood taller than any wolf I had ever seen. Hell! The sheer power radiating from it erased every possibility I had imagined. It wasn't a wolf. Not with forelimbs far too long for one. The dense silver-white fur. The spine, curved with impossible feline flexibility... The tail swayed behind it, curling upward to keep its balance, though I caught the slight uncertainty in the way it stood.

She was afraid that if she didn't let them all out, she'd take them out on an untimely occasion and lose control of herself. For this thing, she was thankful to Stelian, who had originally given this Blackcourt City to make things difficult for her. As the closest city to the Forest of Beasts, even some areas had been covered in the grey mist, suitable for these fierce beasts to live. Even the most docile animals could turn more powerful after they spend a very long time baptized by this mist. She had a lot of anger in her heart, suppressed and unable to be let out. That damn so-called half brother Stelian had a part in it because of what he had done before she was brought here.

A Play Toy For My Erected Dick!. Britney's POV. "I once owned a woman, Brit. She would cry out in ecstasy when I ravaged her on a bed of thorns. Her body would writhe beneath me as I unleashed my full power, and she begged for more each time I punished her with my iron grip," he snarled, looming over me with a whip coiled tight in his hand. "Now it's your turn to serve me, Brit. You will do whatever I say, whenever I say it. You belong to me now, body and soul," he growled, his fingers tracing a burning path across my flesh.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

His pink lips were parted and his eyes were low as he stared down at me. He leaned forward, grabbing both my wrists in one hand and pinning them above my head. I looked at him in confusion but he started rubbing my clit with the other hand and that's when I realised why he was holding me down. My entire body jerked as I desperately tried to thrash out his hold so I could move his fingers away from me. It felt too good. "Bitch!" I hissed out before I could catch it. Dominic stopped. "What did you just call me?" He growled at me.

Dim red lights dangled from exposed brick ceilings, casting a sultry, crimson glow over patrons clad in leather, latex, and lace. In one dimly lit corner, a raised stage hosted a live demonstration that made Kyra's breath catch: a lithe woman bound in intricate shibari ropes, her body arched in exquisite ecstasy as her Dom—a stern figure in black—whispered commanding words into her ear, a flogger trailing lightly over her flushed skin, eliciting soft gasps.

Whereas Bob would rather have fun and cheat on his exams. Marlon, being only 36, was the richest man in the empire. He’s respected by all but feared by most. Especially the slaves. His loath for black-furred werewolf slaves makes him the deadliest to us. Yet somehow my inner wolf wanted him. She was still tugging at me and pulling me closer to him; I could almost see the dark aura of his inner wolf trying to escape from his body and trap mine. It was almost as though I was being begged to give in to my desires. But my desires were wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. He was a superior nobleman that could have me killed in seconds. His gaze was dark and sent my skin crawling.

I looked at him, still feeling as if something was wrong, "What's up with you?" "Fucking rogue jaguars, man! They have absolutely no self-control." I raised an eyebrow inviting him to continue. "I had to rip one of those horny bastards off of some poor guy. He had him pinned down in an alley. The whole place smelled of fear and arousal. I think I got there just in time, too. Any longer and the cat would have probably been mid-deed." "Shit. Was the guy okay?"