Nyx 1: Curse of the Catastrophe Cat (Mafia Reverse Harem Poly)

1.37 Eyes On Me

Eyes On Me Kitten

By Vince AKA Asmodeous

People lie, actions lie, everything can be a form of deception, but this little kitten..... Reading her is like the pages of my favorite book. She smells and tastes like sweet exotic cream. Giving me a bit of a challenge, with her words when it's so clear how wanting she is......

The way her ass jiggles and fits my large hand is addicting. Her mews torn between pleasure and shock pound through my ears and make my cock harder than I can ever remember it. The more she struggles, the further my patience slips.

If she says, Starfish.......

My words. My touch. It all makes the little pet tremble and rub on me in a way that makes me aware of how perfectly she fits against me. Her ass grinding on me already has my tip beading with anticipation, and fuck she is so damn wet I can smell the honey between her legs before I tempt my control further and slide my fingers on her damp center.

I haven't done shit yet, and the impatient little cupcake is halfway to climax.

So godsdamned responsive, my dick twitches, and I don't even know what to start with. I'm going to plug every little hole she has.

Moving to her rhythm as I pull my hand back to get me out of the too constricting briefs and into the honey cavern, clenching as hard as it is screaming.

I've never lost control with a sub. Never been so out of my mind that I haven't planned at least ten steps ahead on how to get exactly what I want.

If I spent one more second rubbing the kitten, she was going to cum, and fuck if I'm not going to feel every spasm of it clamping me while she does it.

I'm a Master, but have been with Rourke long enough I can fake the Daddy her rainbow hair, cute glasses and shining innocence is screaming that she needs.

While it was just an adaptation to fuck her brains out at first, this is different. She's so much more little than pet, and once I can get enough pressure off to make myself sane again, I'll figure out a contract that gives me access for every dirty plea Rourke can wrench from her shy lips.

I'm getting ahead of myself, tasting the juices that sopped through her full coverage underwear. I won't commit to anything until I've felt it first hand, but considering I haven't been this horny over a five-minute petting session since I was a teenager, I'd say the kitten becoming Heather is a safe bet.

Letting the collar of my grip on her neck fall and massaging her silky hair and stroking her soaked center while I kiss away the argument just fuels the need.

To get a little more control, I pull my hand back, sucking on her sugar sweet neck, deciding that the counter is going to be the first surface I plan on watching those baby blues blowout on.

"Boss!" I feel the skittish thing, jump, and scramble, breaking away the moment I'm about to rip the seam of her cargo pants.

My guys know better to interrupt unless it's an emergency, but hell if I care about my dick swinging at the moment Lance busts in.

"What!" I bark, spinning her to the first of many positions I'm going to fuck her in. I swear even my dick can taste how sweet she is. Leaping as it hits

the wet spot of her pants, spread eagle on the counter.

Both of her slim wrists are in one of my hands, and her attempted bounce away from me only grinds her to an orgasm I'm too busy glaring at Lance to take in every detail of.

"Um..." I have nothing to be ashamed of. Big as he appears, Lance is a steroid freak with a walnut between his legs.

Making a horse blush is something I've achieved in the past, and the guys who have been with me this long are no more bashful than I am.

I'm about to chew him out when a tall, leggy and trim Latina with black hair, brown eyes and an all too alluring maid's outfit steps from behind his wide back, glaring at the would-be ginger.

"Fuck off!" I roar at him in Italian. My asshole twin double booking, the only reason I'm not balls deep in the kitten I want to keep versus the maid I could give a fuck less about.

I don't' realize my grip has slipped and rather than hopping, Cupcake's on her back, digging into her shoulder bag. Being who and what I am.....

Even with my cock swinging, I'm not so far gone I don't sense a threat and when my hand clamps around her neck again, actually squeezing this time with a sealed courier's envelope of legal documents is hauled at my face.

Shit.

I'd forgotten all about Luke sending me new account information via messenger, which she actually is. All but rolling to a kneeled runners start to the elevator utterly frantic. No doubt another ping to the growing migraine I already have.

While it takes me more time than I would like to admit. I am the boss for a reason. This is my building and regardless of what her intentions are or were, the kitten isn't escaping my clutches.

After putting my too sensitive dick back in my pants and fighting off the blue balls as sharp as a swift kick, I tell Lance to get rid of the hooker and

tip her for her effort before walking to the elevator, which my access has universal command of.

Kitten has only made it three floors down, to my darling fiancé's level when I call it back up. Great. Elena has decided to pull herself out of bed before happy hour, and the nanny I hired for my son with Nico's bitch fit is conveniently missing.

I'm fairly used to Elena being a bit hot-tempered, but I'm in no way shape or form in the mood to cater to her with a geriatric I keep telling Nico to retire holding my kid, and the woman I actually want a conversation with frantically trying to escape again.

As I hit the down button, standard would be going to the lobby. I'm not a small dude in any respect, so it's fairly easy to block her exit. Those increasingly fascinating eyes get wider, and the lips I intend to spend days with are licked nervously.

I can practically see her pulse fluttering in her neck as she backs up to the handrailing, eyes locked with me. At least we've established that.

Eyes on me, kitten.