Their evening had barely even begun, and already Annaliseâs wildest hopes had been heightened tenfold. One look at the man that had purchased her for the evening had told her all that she needed to know: he was a dominant, powerful figure whom had more than likely just finished up with an incredibly stressful day and was in need of a sweet little sex kitten to unleash his wrath uponâŠsomething that Annalise would have offered to him willingly with or without the promise of his money. He carried himself with the sort of confidence that clearly showed that he was no stranger to women, especially submissive ones, and Annalise was spell-bound and caught on his every word as he appraised her the moment that she stood up for him. His features, as chiseled as they were, seemed almost harsh and severe, and once again she couldnât help but think that he must have had an incredibly high-powered careerâŠwhich made sense, after all, given that the Zeus suite had to cost per month what most men made in a year. She liked it, though - she was drawn to the hardness in his expression, in the darkness in his eyes, and she wanted it to consume her whole. She wanted him to fulfill every sordid, perverse fantasy he had ever had with her in his penthouse tonight, even if it meant that she would be left as little more than a bruised, degraded, and cum-filled baby girl for him. Already she had completely forgotten that he was a client, and that she was supposed to lay down any sort of boundaries or limits she might have hadâŠAnnalise had none, and she wouldnât have voiced them even if she did.Â
âMy sir,â she agreed softly, with an attentive nod of her pretty blonde head when he laid out his expectations to her. He wanted her to be open and honest with him, and to let her know how she was feeling throughout the night, something that was very new to someone like Annalise, who was so used to taking whatever her master wanted to force upon her and learning to enjoy it even if it made her nervous at first. She purred contentedly when he rubbed the pad of his thumb along her plush bottom lip, and canted her gaze upwards to smile at him when he introduced himself to her fully: Wesley Garrett. She knew with the utmost certainty that his name wouldnât be one that she would be able to forget anytime soon. There was a low growl in his voice when he ordered her to turn around for him that had Annaliseâs poor, neglected little cunt quivering and creaming itself even further, but she spun for him gracefully, with all the elegance of the trained ballerina she was, and when he commented on her lack of a tail, she felt her ears once again perk up with interest. She hadnât known just how far she could go in taking on the role of his dutiful little kitten, and once again, she realized that Wesley Garrett was not the sort of man to think lightly of. He wanted nothing but the best, and she would do everything to give it to him.Â
Tugging her deeper into the lavish penthouse by the ribbon around her neck, Wesley guided her skillfully until they were entering what was clearly the master bedroom. It was a beautiful suite, expansive and finely-built right down to the tiniest of details, and in his perfectly-tailored three piece suit and carrying himself the way that he did, Wesley looked as if he could have owned it outright. Wide eyed and curious, just like the inquisitive little kitten she was, Annalise peeked into the drawer that he opened for her, and she let out a soft gasp of delight at the sight that awaited her: tails of varying shapes and sizes and levels of fluff, and they were being offered to her. âOhhâŠsâil vous plait, sir. This one is perfect,â she said fervently, earnestly, when he plucked one out in particular from its confines, a pretty little silver plug with a white tail and a pink ribbon that would effortlessly match her creamy velvet ears. Unable to help herself, she took a step closer to her master for the evening and rubbed his wide, broad chest reverently with her tiny hands, tilting her head upwards and standing on the tips of her toes to very sweetly kiss the chrome base of the plug once he had warmed it with his breath. âIt has been so long, sir, since I have taken anything more than my fingers inside of my tight, warm little asshole, but I promise I will be so good for you,â she continued breathlessly, and with one last almost childlike kiss to the tail he had so lovingly selected for her, Annalise was moving towards the nearest wall, and she gingerly placed her hands out on either side of her head, bending over and pressing her silken cheek gingerly against the wooden frame. Her babydoll negligee was so tiny that, the moment she bent over at the waist, the hem of it fluttered up to fully expose her full, peachy little ass, and the panties that she was wearing, these, but in a soft shade of rose, meant that her little rosebud asshole was already on display for himâŠand it was already glistening with her pussy juices from when she had been kneeling for him before. âPlease give me my tail, sir, so that I can be your naughty little kitten and beg for my cream the way that any cat should.â
Much like the other grand, lofty spaces he had called home over the years, this one felt cold and empty and somehow unwelcoming to Wesley when heâd arrived. There was too much to the penthouse to be covetously kept to himself. Its rooms were made to be shared and none so much as the master suite where he led the unbelievably obedient escort. She didnât pull back. She didnât resist. She let his finger underneath the ribbon that encased her throat pull her along as easily as were it a leash. Trust and surrender were absolute; instantly given with doe eyes that begged him to take good care of her. How could he do anything less? His manner may have been terse and demanding but he manoeuvered his kittenish little guest slowly, careful not to pull the ribbon abruptly enough to choke her or bite into the golden, tawny skin of her neck.
Heâd selected this penthouse in no small part because of the master suite. Its dark mahogany walls and thick, solid furniture spoke of the kind of power and control Wesley demanded from every aspect of his life. Like him it was imposing but still promising pleasure. Much like the array of plugs he unveiled for her delight, and Wes smiled proudly as he watched the awed young woman survey all the options. He knew heâd picked out the right one when she leaned up to kiss the chrome plug. The deep, aroused groan that escaped his mouth in the same moment proved it, enraptured by this good girl who welcomed whatever he wanted to do to her and however he chose to give it. She coaxed another with her small hands rubbing his chest and, fuck, when she turned and bent forward to brace herself against a wall, giving up her ass and the panties she must have selected hoping for something like this, he whispered reverently, âYouâre perfect, pet.â She was, with those firm globes clad in black lace and silk, a wide divide down the center where they were fashioned to give him access to her sweet, snug hole.
Was she still watching over her shoulder enough to see the tall, muscular tycoon go to kneel behind her? Did she see the same awe that sheâd displayed at the cabinet now mirrored in his own eyes, appraising her body like the offered sex toy it was? âFuck,â he grunted, reaching to place a hand either side of her ass and spread her wide enough to study the puckered star where heâd have to place the plug he still clutched. âI donât know that itâll fit here ...â he teased, thumbing her sensitive asshole, circling around and over it. âNot yet.â His smile was bisected with the plug, slowly raised to his lips and caressed between them, warming its shining tip with his tongue. Only when he was sure the shock of cold was taken out of it, Wesley lowered it down her back, tickling over the blonde escortâs spine on the way to her rear where the gentlest pressure was applied, just enough to beckon her to open for him. âRelax, little pet, and let me in. Thatâs a good girl ...â His deft touch rotated the plumb bob-shaped core, working in only the most narrow edge before pulling back, pushing and pulling, tormenting her though the tactic was necessary to ease her muscles to relax around the toy. âCan you feel that? Can you imagine it as my fingers instead? My tongue? My cock? Does my naughty kitten like it?â
