Marina

Chapter 8: Staying the night/Breakfast

*Marinas POV*

Her parents were the best people I've ever met. Not just because they embarrassed her like I did, ignored the fact she came at the table-it was obvious-, looked over the constant marks and bruises she always had, the collar she wore, or the fact they're ok with me staying over. I liked them so much because of how they genuinely cared about my kitten.

They kept mentioning how they knew she was happy, and kept thanking me. I assured them the pleasure was all mine, after all she has made me the happiest I've ever been. They genuinely care about us, our happiness and our life. They ask how we are, and this is more reason to have the rule of her staying here. She may not like the rule, but it's good for her and her family. I wish I had a family like she did.

We got into her room and it was very... her. Blue and purple everywhere. It was very pretty, and minimalistic. She had few things, all meaning, I'm assuming, a lot to her. I looked back to her and laughed; she was so turned on every breath was a soft moan. "You're so needy aren't you?" I asked.

She whimpered which automatically caused me to growl, then I ripped her dress off of her, her undergarments quickly followed. God I missed her body so much. I stood back and just stared at her, admiring what was mine.

"Miss, please touch me!" She whined. I just laughed at her being so needy, so she glared her eyes and started rubbing her clit, her eyes rolling back and a loud moan escaping her mouth. Oh, she wanted to be a brat then?

I growled and pushed her on the bed, making her hands disconnect from my property. She knew the rules; no touching herself unless I tell her to. She was just really in need of a punishment it seems. I saw her cuffs on the dresser, I dropped her off in them but gave her the key, she didn't want them on when with her family. I definitely agreed with that, though she did keep her collar on, which made me happy.

I slipped them on her, tightening them more than usual and linking them behind her back, moving her face first onto the bed. Her hands were clenched into fists, she knew what she was getting.

"M-Music," she said. I agreed and turned on her record player, turning it up as much as I needed; just to mask the sounds of my hand hitting her ass. Not loud enough to keep her parents up.

I ran my hand down her back, "Oh, your ass is going to look so pretty once I'm through with it," I whispered in her ear and her legs shook. I didn't start soft, but rather hard. One hand held her back down, my knee on the back of hers, making sure she didn't move other than the trembling. Tears were streaming down her face but her pussy was dripping wet as the spanking continued.

I didn't stop till her ass was so raw and purple, my hand would graze it and she would jump. She was about to cum I could tell, oh I loved how much of a masochist she was. I didn't have to condition her to love pain at all. I finally touched her clit and she jerked, moaning so loud.

"Do you want to cum, petit chaton?" I asked her. She nodded and I didn't say anything. After a few seconds of silence she realized what I wanted, what I needed, and started begging. God I missed her begging so much, music to my ears.

When she was getting louder than the music I gave her permission, watching as she squirmed and shook on her bed, her teeth gripping the sheets, trying not to scream. I laughed and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt and curled them down, making her legs shake, begging with little breath to cum.

"Cum for me," I whispered in her ear and she squirt so hard she couldn't hold in the screams. God why did her parents insist on us staying over, I felt sorry for them... well, only slightly. I knew after not seeing her for two days that I would go hard.