Pets of a Lioness

“Please, call me Suzette.” A beautiful smile followed those words, and I was transfixed on those lips. Blushing, she caught me staring and with a graceful move, wrapped her slender arm around my shoulders. “I’m flattered,” Suzette cooed at me, “that a straight edge girl like you would blush at being on a first name basis with me.” But her words were only a cover for the delight I saw as I glanced back at her, my blush deepened even more.

“No, it wasn’t that, I…” Was going to sound like an idiot if I kept talking.

Her arm squeezed me a little tighter as she drew me into her home. “Don’t worry dear, I like that you find me attractive.” Her hand slid down my spine, gently brushing against the top of my ass before she took my hand in hers. I could do nothing more than follow this temptress into the unknown, cheeks still aflame.

I hadn’t fully realized I was attracted to her until I found myself staring at our joined hands. It wasn’t big and bulky like a man’s would be. On the contrary, it fit perfectly with mine, and I liked how smooth her skin was, the way her dark mocha contrasted so much against my own. I’d never been with a man of color, let alone a woman. That thought jolted me as I looked up at her. Is that what was happening? Was I about to be with this woman? She was wearing a black sequin ball gown with a deep V cut to show off her amazing cleavage. Strapless, and tight fitting, it showed all of her curves. Even as the tail swept the floor behind her, it added to her height somehow. It was a horribly painful beauty compared to my plain black cotton knee length dress.

“Relax, I’ve only invited you over for dinner. I wouldn’t dare frighten such a pretty little rabbit like you.” What? Suzette was a mystery with not only everything she said, but with the way she moved, carried herself… and there I was again, staring at her. She was like this great lioness, and I… the little rabbit.

“I take it you don’t like the décor? You haven’t said a thing about it.” She genuinely sounded hurt that I hadn’t noticed, and I really hadn’t.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t paying much attention to anything but…” I felt my cheeks burning again.

“But…” Suzette coaxed.

My eyes searched the floor for a moment as I tempted the idea of running now but my voice had other plans. “I wasn’t paying attention to anything but you. I can’t help but stare at you. I’ve never been so enthralled with another woman before.”

Her mood instantly changed. “Oh, how delightful! Come, you can admire my hard work after we eat. Now remember, I told you this wouldn’t be just any dinner party.” And as she stretched out her words, I watched her pluck some props up off a side table and hand them to me. It was the side table, not the items that made me gasp. The top was round, glass, and the woman beneath it was naked, bound by ordinary rope, with a maroon silk cloth around her eyes. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, she simply held the glass up.

“So you finally noticed. Beautiful isn’t she?” I could only nod and stare in awe. “Please, wear my gifts; I bought them just for you.” Suzette nodded towards my hands, and I finally took a good look at what she’d given me.

In my left hand was a black lace mask; in the other was a set of leather bunny ears. As I beheld the items in my hands, she was busy putting hers on. Of course they were leather cat ears… and through her mane of curls, it looked as if she was born with them. I couldn’t help myself as I put mine on; the enthusiasm in her eyes was all I needed.

That smile sent a chill down my spine as she nodded in approval, and like magic, simply because I hadn’t been paying attention to anything else but her, she pushed two grand, mahogany doors wide open. Inside, the walls were stone, the ceiling and moldings painted black. In the center was a large wooden table, and guests were already seated. It seemed I was the last to arrive. But beyond that, the room was lit entirely by candles that were scattered everywhere. And every red candle was held, or propped up, against a naked woman. There were five of them total sprawled out or curled up along the center of the table, bound just like the one posed as a table. No two were alike, and I found myself staring speechless all over again.

“Come little rabbit, you’ll dine here tonight.” She gestured to a seat at the end.

As we neared the table, another woman, naked and gagged, pulled my chair out. I sat, hands in my lap, as I glanced around. No one said a word. It was unnerving as I felt all eyes on me; eyes that were covered in masks, paint, and lace. I looked to Suzette, standing head of the table and she winked at me before speaking.

“Now that we’re all here, let us begin by thanking these beautiful women for offering their bodies for our entertainment tonight.” Applause broke out with adoration from both men and women seated at the table. I could feel the tension in the air, like animals waiting to feast for the very first time. “Let’s begin our meal with a salad and as we wait, feel free to touch, explore, and play with the woman in front of you.”

The others didn’t wait for her to sit in her chair before they began to explore with enthusiasm the bound women. I hardly noticed the salad being placed in front of me as I stared down the table in shock at the display before me. I watched as one man began fingering the prized woman before him. Another had his face at her hip, nuzzling his beard against the sensitive flesh. At the far end of the table, all I could make out was a woman raking her red nails down the back of bound and gagged brunette. I shivered uncontrollably, a sexual tension I never knew existed was crashing down around me and I had no idea what to do with myself.
“Little rabbit, do you not find her attractive?” Suzette’s voice snapped me back from my gawking.
“No, that’s not it.” I blurted, “I’ve just never – touched another woman before." Even as I said it, I found myself reaching to stroke her cheek, my fingers itching to roll the pearls of her nipples, to see just how soft the flesh at her waxed pubic bone was.

“Don’t worry, she won’t bite, in fact, from here, I can see she’s dripping with anticipation as you touch her. Little fox?” A small woman glanced our way from the other side of the table. “Would you mind showing the little rabbit what she can do?”

“My pleasure, Suzette.” The fox replied, complete with tail and silk gloves, came over. She smiled, and reached for my hand. I gave it to her and she then plucked a red candle from the woman and tipped it gently over her belly. The hot wax dripped against her flesh, a stark contrast to the paleness of it. “Just be mindful of the flame.” The fox assured, and she went about taking up her own candle. Together we dripped the wax up to her breasts, covering the puckered nipples. The bound woman moaned and writhed. God, she liked it. I liked it. Wax dripped delicately along her arms, thighs. I could see her sex gleaming and I wanted to touch her. I set the candle back in her hand and let the pads of my fingers trace along parts of her body that weren't covered in red. I could see her skin crawl from the different sensations. Here I was, a stranger to everyone around me, to this woman bound before me, and I had never been more turned on in my life.

“Pets, pets, let’s not forget the toast.”

Everyone stopped, all of us - her little pets, and we took up our glasses of wine, saluted one another, and drank to our lioness, to our meal, and to the prey. As the night went on, I explored every inch and curve of the woman laid out before me under the eyes of this dark mistress at the head of the table.

The lioness pulled me aside. “I promise there could be more of this life for you if I would stay.” Before I could answer, we embraced and she kissed me. I couldn’t stop the moan, or the sudden need to touch her back, letting her tongue probe, taste, and explore until I was breathless and aching for more.

She broke the kiss and sauntered back to the table as the plates were cleared. I couldn’t remember who the prey was anymore; the five women bound on the table still being ravaged or me… the little rabbit that had been drawn into this wild, animal den with a promise of a delicious salad. As I sat in my seat with the rest of the pets, I reached for woman, cupped her sex, and smiled.

“I can’t leave until I’ve had my dessert."
Suzette nodded and finally did some exploring of her own.

Eyes so Blue

Sophie’s pale blue eyes met those of Nick's and she watched the pale of his turn cerulean. She’d never seen them like that before and it excited her to know that she was the reason for their change. It made her all the more eager to please him as she licked a trail up his shaft, lips curling around him as she began to slowly suck his cock as she straddled his thighs.

Lifting her hands from their place on his hips, she curled her dainty little fingers around the thickness of his cock, scooping his ball sack and rolling them in the other as she let herself bob up and down with more speed. That one move gave him permission to thrust his hips and it caught her off guard. Gagging, eyes tearing, throat tightening she wanted to stop, would have stopped, had he not tangled his hands in her long, auburn hair and forced her as far down as she could go. His cock stabbed at the back of her throat and the louder her muffled gags became, the faster he fucked her face until she was digging her nails into the flesh of his thighs. As he released her head she came up for air and would have slapped him stupid had he not had the most seductive look of euphoria about him.

Two, three, four deep breaths as she quickly stroked him and she brought the tip of his cock back to her mouth. The pink pad of her tongue swirled around the head and she felt his whole body twitch upon the bed.

“Oh, shit!” Softly crawled out of his mouth, over her skin and made her wet as she deep throat his member without his help this time.

She stayed down, testing the feel of her mouth and throat full, his dick throbbing inside her wet warmth. When she didn’t move, nose pressed against his belly, he slowly thrust his hips again. She moaned, his body shuddered once more, and his resolve shattered with it. It took all her concentration to breath from her nose, to relax, to ignore the tickle at the back of her throat and let him thrust against her face as if he were pounding his way into the back of her skull.

He pulled her up, his strength unaccounted for as his grip bruised her arms, “Stop, give me a second… fuck….” As he drew her close, Nick crushed his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting, moaning, and thrusting his hips against the wetness of her folds as she straddled his hips.

“Let me finish…” She smiled at him, rubbing her sex against him before seductively crawling back down his body. He groaned, eager to bury himself in other places but he watched her go, cock twitching as he admired the beauty of her body.

She didn’t start slow like she had before, no; this time was wild, eager and hungry to taste his release. He called out her name in shock at her boldness and when he fisted her hair once more, she didn’t protest. With ever thrust, he made her moan until he was fucking her mouth so hard and so fast it was a struggle for her to breathe again. And just as she was about to pull free of his hold, he buried his cock to the hilt, hot, sticky cum she had long awaited shot down her throat so thick she gagged on that too. As he slowly pulled his cock free of her lips, she let just a little bit of that sticky white seed slip out and down his shaft.

After swallowing the rest, she dipped her head back down to suck and lick up the remaining cum, gently swirling her tongue over the now sensitive tip, coaxing any remaining cum from his as she did.

She smiled at him and he pulled her to his body once more, brushing the stray hairs out of her eyes and shook his head, breathless as he studied her face. “I’ve never seen your eyes so blue, love.”

She laughed and kissed him quickly, “Funny, I was about to say the same about you.”

Beast of Fire

There’s a beast that lives inside me. It hungers whenever you’re near. I can fight it, cage it, and trick myself into believing I have tamed it for a time whenever you go away. But the beast is an animal, wild, feral, hungry and much more cunning than I’d like to give it credit for.

It was you who unleashed it, who made the beast, who stirred it to life. With your hands, you viciously stoked the embers and together we made a passionate fire. Then you were gone. The fire began to fade and my beast roared in pain from that first lick of frost.

For years my beast sought equal, starting fires no other beast could help create, only to be left disappointed in the end as the fires left were nothing more than ash and soot. There’s no craving worse than that of the beast and its need for the one who had the power to awaken it.

Exhausted, frustrated, alone, and swimming in a sea of smoke. The fire is nearly gone because every fire since you has taken part of my beast and there’s hardly anything left of me now. Quiet, so quiet it’s scary. Where is your beast, your savage, raw, powerful beast to match my own? Where did it go? What fires did it create, and how many poor souls did it scorch too?

There has to be a reason, a way things will work out, and a way for the wild inside us to be together.

Searching...

Waiting…

Craving my equal; knowing it was always you.