Vishous
I had my ass leaning against the table in the room I constructed for Butch and I. Looking around at the array of things I filled it with I couldn’t help but think how most mates would see even a smidgeon of this way of life and high tail it to the nearest safe zone. But then I grinned, not my male. Hell I remembered all too clearly because I had branded that night into my head, of taking Butch to my Penthouse. Yeah he knew of it, and all that shit, but that was one step we hadn’t taken and I wasn’t sure if we would. The look on his face when he realized where we were and the complete acceptance without a fuck load of questions was something that still made me break out in sweats. Before Butch, sex was never my operative, hell sticking my cock in a willing hole hardly and rarely happened. No, it was what I could do, testing even my own control and limits and those of others. Now though I got what actually ‘Love’ making and sex was about. The touches, the simple smells of my male’s arousal and fuck yes the kisses. That Cop could work wonders with just a kiss. Just the way his tongue slid over my lips as if in no hurry and then forced entrance between my lips and went on a wild exploration of every part of my mouth. Fuck, it made me ache just thinking about and I was already reaching down and adjusting my thickening bulge. Yes, I definitely got off hard when we fucked. There were times I didn’t think I could lick, suck or bite enough of his flesh and I wanted to stay and keep up tasting him for hours, which I had many times. Then the big thing for me was letting him take over. The thing there was, it wasn’t so big at all. It was natural to give over control to Butch, to let him take me however he wanted and do exactly what he said. Hell those were some of the hottest sessions we’ve had and even now my ass clinched up just remembering my male riding in and out of me like a crazed man. The look on his face in those moments and the sounds coming from him was not just a high they were the very things that I lived for. But still yet as much as I needed and wanted the sex, the feelings and the connection of him being in me, this here in this room was and would always be ingrained in me. For a while now I had pushed and even managed to forget about it but at times like now, it rears up and demands fulfillment. Standing up straight I walked over to the small shelf that held an array of what I called ‘Tools’ . Shaking my head and snorting out a grunt. I never called or thought of these things as toys, I am not a fucking kid playing games and this room was not some kindergarten room. I took each and every thing in here serious, I knew the ends and out of it all. It was my place to for if not then I had no right to fuck with it or ask my male to trust me. My fingers cascading over the silicone dildos that lined one shelf, all a different sizes and shapes but all done in black, fuck that silly shit of colors and stuff that some peeps seemed to think was ‘Cute’. My hand stopped on one particular one and I picked it up, the weight was acceptable and the size was somewhat smaller than my own cock when at full mast. The grin on my face grew a little more as I let the image play out in my head. Butch on all fours, that perfect firm muscled ass right there for the taking, his cock jutting more towards his stomach and fuck those heavy balls hanging there waiting for my mouth to play over them. DAMN what a sight that was, and if I looked up his body further I would see my name intricately carved into his very skin. All of it was nothing short of pure perfection. In my head I could almost see the anticipation vibrating through the male, the veins protruding throughout his entire being, all of it only added to the hunger in me. I could clearly picture myself stepping up behind him, rubbing my hand over his cheek, down his thigh and up towards his hanging sac. For something like this I would bypass any use of lube, fuck all that when my mouth works just as good. No, nothing artificial for my male. I would bend over him and let my tongue run along the same path that my hand just did, over his warm ass cheek, all the way down the outside of his thigh and coming back up the inside towards his balls only to take a detour around them and end up at his small hole. In a moment like that I know there would be little to no soft licking around the hole or gentle probing, fuck no, I would delve my tongue into the precious opening and eat his ass for all that I was worth until I had him trembling under me. But no way would I let him fall down, I wouldn’t allow that and I had no doubt that Butch would listen to me on that order. Once I felt I had that hole dripping wet with my spit and satisfied that I had teased it enough I would fulfill the rest of what I wanted to do to it. Standing up straight again I wouldn’t waste any time before I shoving the end of the thick dildo into the now primed hole. Oh fuck that would be so damn hot, fucking his tight hole with the dildo, watching it stretch and open up with each hard inch that I slid up into him and knowing exactly when I hit that sweet spot inside of him. Shaking my head I sit the dildo back on the shelf and slid my ungloved fingers down to the next shelf. Here my fingers closed around a single short thronged whip and I tested it out on my palm. The slight sting had my single ball tingling and again my mine took off like a rocket. One thing I hadn’t done as of yet was take Butch over my knees but fuck I wanted to. This was one act I second guessed on if my male would go for and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear the ‘Hell no’ that might come from his mouth if I brought it up. But right now I could see it. Me sitting on the edge of that table, him bare of all confining clothes and standing before me. Damn his body was more than I could handle looking at, at time without wanting to constantly fuck him. Those arms how they felt when they gripped me in an iron tight hold, his chest rubbing and pressing against mine, and fuck me but his legs when they wrapped around me was something that no other experience in my long life had ever brought about. In my mind’s eye it played out like a picture show on a wide screen. No words only me pointing at my legs and him moving into position. I even heard myself groan as I felt the weight of him lay over my lap and my cock was doing a constant jerking session in my leathers. That ass was presented to me and before I did anything I let my hand run over the strong contours of his back. Working my fingers into the deep tissue of his hard muscles and rubbing across all the heated skin I could touch in that moment. Right here in something like this, I knew the trust that it took to give over, the mind set of most when thinking or hearing of these acts are usually one of weakness and humiliation, fuck that is so damn far from the truth and fact of it all. This took my strength to do then most would ever have. My eyes locked on the smooth skin that was spread over Butch’s tight unblemished cheeks and in the next second without me even realizing I raised my arm up, my hand came down hard on the flesh. No sooner did I make contact and it all combined, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the feel of warm skin heating up more. This here was an aphrodisiac that could never be produced in any lab, this was all MINE and as I repeated the process each time the single word ripped roaring through my brain. I watched in ravenous captivation each slap of my hand against my male’s ass, the growing redness covering his skin, and once again the sounds that were ripping from his throat. Whimpers mingled in with moans, purrs and his own brand of growls. I could even feel his body shivering against my legs, almost shaking violently at times but he never tried to move away, no, if anything his ass rose up meeting my hard smacks. My hand jerked back and I let the images and the whip go. By now I was panting like some mad animal, my chest was heaving at an alarming rate and I could literally feel my heart about to break through my chest bones and rip my flesh apart to get out. I had to step back and force my hands to stay at my sides because the next thing my gaze dropped to was the one thing I had never done or even thought to do in my entire existence. I swallowed past the hardness that formed in my throat and my diamond eyes closed of their own accord. Still yet with my eyes closed I could see the item in my mind. In all my time and through all the pets and subs, I had never once collared anyone. But seeing that black leather simple collar sitting there alone on the shelf, I couldn’t help but think of placing it on my male. Matter of fact doing just that flooded my mind like a tidal wave in a hurricane. It beat against nonstop to the doorway of my brain demanding entrance and my control slipped letting the scene form as easily as breathing was to me. It was here in this room where I stood, this very room where I wanted to share and explore so many things with just Butch and myself that the images took place. The Penthouse would always be a part of me but this place was where only Butch had been and that in itself meant something hard core to me. No other would come before him here and no other after him, which I knew for fact. In breath of a moment my lips were as dry as a desert and my tongue felt thick in my own mouth and even with my eyes closed I knew without looking down my body that my dick was protruding and trying to break free of the leathers I had on. I could see it as clearly as if I did have my eyes open, Butch kneeling before me, his hands lying palms down on his thighs and those deep hazel eyes looking up at me, yes at me, not away from me. This was no simple collaring that most would do, no in my mind it was just another step concreting us together. Just like I would never gag or mask my male, I would never not want him to look at me. Fuck I had never been eye fucked before but he could do it and not even realize he was. I was sure I felt my hands trembling as I witnessed myself take the collar and unhitch it from its lock. My eyes now fully glowing zeroed in on his thick neck and before I knew it I was crouching down in front of him till we was eye level and cocking my head to strike my throbbing fangs into the pulsing vein at his neck. It was only an image I was envisioning but it felt so fucking real that the guttural groans filling the room I knew were not part of the scene but actually coming from me. In that second I could even smell his scent around me as my nose brushed over his neck as I took my fill of his decadent life force. Feeding from my Hellren took precedence over everything in my book, always had and always would. Pulling back just a little I licked the puncture marks and angled my head to repeat the process on the other side. The image was so real that I was sure I could feel the heat vibrating off his skin as I drew deeply on his vein. Once again though I slid my elongated canines from his neck and cleaned up the drops that escaped the holes before licking a path over and around each wound. When I pulled back his green eyes bore into me with so many emotions that I was sure I would fall flat on my ass while they pounded through me. I didn’t move however from my crouched position in front of him as I held the leather collar in my hand and brought it around to the show Butch. He looked from the collar in my hand and back to me and in Butch fashion he raised his hand from his thigh and traced the cursed old language tatt on my brow before nodded only slightly. My tongue slid over my still bloody fangs and I gave my own nod back right before I raised both my hands and slid the collar around his neck. Everything in me was pumping at some jacked up speed, I was sure a crack head had never had a fix like this. I positioned the leather perfectly around his thick neck and brought the locking to the front and slid it into place. The sound of the single small metal clicking into position was as loud to my vamp ears as a shotgun sounding off right next to my head. My hands dropped away and all I could do was just eye the collar around Butch’s neck, no word came out but a fuck load of precum dripped heavily from my swollen head soaking my leathers through. My eyes shot open just as my head jerked around and I looked at the shelf of tools, my hands slick with sweat rubbed down my leather thighs and I was thankful I was alone right now because surely the look in my eyes as well as on my face people would know now how mad in my brain I was truly was and all the whispering and speculating about me would be proven true.
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