17

"I won't make you jealous anymore, Daddy," I sobbed as the next smack of the belt slammed into my back.

The pleasure I feel with the pain is admirable and I never thought that one day I would find myself in this situation.

The hook that I admired so much for the first time is today's turn.

I watched as Nate, completely naked, attached a leather strap with two loops to that hook, and moments later he tied my hands as well.

At first he tormented me, letting his tongue roam the most sensitive parts of my body while digging his fingers into me again and again until at some point he reached for my belt.

I had to get used to the pain, because the belt seems to be a size harder than the whip, even though it's not made of leather.

I feel Nate's lips against one of the welts and I swallow, about to moan and when I do I get another punch.

"I didn't understand you," he hisses, not seeming to be anywhere near the same person who just kissed my back.

The next blow comes so unexpectedly that I actually moan out loud and it sounds like I'm having an orgasm.

"Did I allow you to come?"

His voice is dangerous and dark, yet dripping with desire and lust.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I won't make you jealous anymore," I repeat, clutching the cuffs on my hands tighter.

I close my eyes and immediately open them again when I hear a vibration that sends goosebumps up my body.

Nate's full lips close around my nipples, which are already completely sore from sucking.

The vibrator starts vibrating again at my waist and my whole body shakes with it. Nate lets it ramble deeper and deeper and by the time it gets to my swollen clit screaming for release, it's impossible to hold back a moan any longer.

As I almost lose myself in my orgasm, I look into my panther's green eyes and, seeing nothing but affection and tenderness in them, I sigh.

"You may come, my little kitty." He murmurs and as his lips part for mine, the long-awaited orgasm hits me mercilessly and hard.

Before I can even recover from the first climax, Nate thrusts his powerful cock all the way inside me, prolonging my orgasm even more.

His thrusts are precise and hard, but are still enjoyable and delicious.

Close to my ear is Nate's moan of pleasure and I've probably never heard anything remotely more erotic.

His fingers massage my clit as the vibrator lands on the floor and with a loud scream I reach my second climax that really blows my mind. My legs refuse to carry me and I can't even blame them.

"I want to cum in your mouth, kitten. I want to see you lick my juice off those full lips," he whispers, and I immediately nod.

From the start I wanted to fuck Nate with my mouth but he kept putting it off making my mouth water when I get the chance now.

Nate uncuffs my hands and, like in a trance, my mouth finds his mighty cock.

Without much hesitation, I split my lips and take up half of his size in my mouth. The taste that surrounds my tongue is delicious and the pounding of his veins makes me moan. Nate grabs my hair with one hand and pulls it hard until he eventually takes complete control of my head movements.

As my hand slides to my mouth, Nate growls and his abdomen tightens, giving me the signal that he's ready.

Shortly thereafter, he squirts in my mouth with a powerful jet and an animal groan. I enjoy every drop and swallow it all well before I get back on my feet totally broken and am greeted by his addicted lips.

Even if I imagined the evening differently, I can't really complain because as long as Nate is with me, the world can end and it would still be great.

"You okay?" Nate asks as I snuggle up against his muscular body in bed.

He took care of me far too attentively again and I still feel his strong hands massaging my legs and shoulders on my body.

Nate slipped into comfortable pajama bottoms and gave me a shirt of his own.

"I missed you, Nate," I murmur, burying my face in the warm hollow of his neck, ignoring his question.

"Then maybe you mean as much to me as you do to me," he replies, beginning to ruffle my hair and calming me to the core.

"Unfortunately, you already mean too much to me," I sigh, looking into his eyes.

The lust in it is still there, but the tenderness and caring stand out more clearly.

I run my hand down his cheek and smile as he nestles into my touch.

"I like that, and I know you like knowing that I'm already completely dependent on you," he explains, brushing a strand of hair out of my face and kissing the tip of my nose.

"That's nice to know," I giggle, crossing my leg over his.

"Now for something more serious that's really on my mind," Nate says at some point after a comfortable silence before wordlessly asking me to sit up.

"What was going on between you and that little one?" he asks sternly, sending goosebumps down my arms with the icy coldness in his voice.

"We dated three years ago," I reply nervously.

"How long and how intense was it?" he continues, still totally calm about it.

"It lasted almost two years. Nate, you can't compare that between us and then. I was only seventeen when I met him and he was my first real boyfriend. But I put that behind me years ago. ", I say and look at him intensely.

He glides his eyes to my lips, seems to be having a hard time holding back.

"He deflowered you?"

I can actually feel the color draining from my face and suddenly I'm warm. My throat is quite dry and swallowing seems a challenge.

"Nate, I-"

"Answer with a yes or a no, Sophia.", Nate orders sternly and finally looks into my eyes.

"Yes," I whisper, and before I can say anything, Nate has already jumped out of bed.

My heart tightens and my chest tightens.

To Nate, I'm his virgin, innocent kitten, and while he knew I wasn't a virgin, it's frustrating and hurtful for him to now know who took my virginity away.

Barefoot and heart racing, I follow him into the kitchen, sighing loudly as I see him empty a glass of brown liquid.

"Did you love him?" he asks after a short silence, but doesn't look at me.

I could cry, the situation hurts so much, because it's like I can feel every single emotion from him.

"Yes, I did," I murmur, fiddling with my nails to take my mind off the pain a little.

"Are you still doing it?"

I bang my head up and swallow hard, horrified at the question.

"Answer me!" he hisses and in less than seconds I'm standing in front of him.

"No! Of course I don't love him anymore!" I reply angrily.

It amazes me how he could even think that I could adore any other man besides him.

The grip around my neck and the accompanying kiss throws me totally off course. His lips are hungry, his tongue aggressive, and his hands restless. I whimper as he bites my bottom lip and rubs his hard erection against my sex.

"You're mine, tell me he knows," he whispers, massaging my chest through the shirt.

"Everybody knows I'm yours, Nate," I moan, sliding my hand down his pants.

Like hot steel, his hard cock nestles in my small hand, makes me very willing and tightens my abdomen.

I love Nate and believe it or not, I'll probably never love anyone remotely as much as he does again. Whether that's a good thing remains to be seen at some point and I really hope it's positive.