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Part 14

I wasn't exactly complaining, but the ropes were irritating. Ross carefully put them down on the sheets in perfect circles, then slid the tips of his fingers along the black fabric with a tenderness I hadn't seen before. Slowly, he lifted his face towards me, biting down on his bottom lip while his eyes were hooded by lust.

I shifted my weight around, fumbling at the fur on my stomach. He watched me for at least a minute before he smirked and gestured towards the bed. "Care to get on?"

My throat bobbed as I gulped. There was an intensity to his gaze that made my skin prickle, and it was strangely arousing to know that he wanted me. I'd never really doubted it before, yet I found myself longing for more and more signs of his desire.

"Moondrop."

Reluctantly, I climbed the bed, no idea what I was doing. Besides my internal struggle about disliking yet desiring him, the issue was my inexperience when it came to anything related to what we were apparently about to do. I sat down on the mattress, feet placed next to my hips and leaning forwards on my hands.

The air hissed up Ross' nose, and he picked up the first rope, crawling onto the bed after me. I stared at him, mesmerized yet also confused, and a titbit frightened if I was being honest. While I could've told him to stop at any time, I felt stupid just thinking about it after having committed to this.

"Onto your back, Moondrop." His voice was full of command despite the low volume, and my body responded to his authority, dropping back into the sheets and creating a soft thudding sound. He stared at my spread legs, and a tremor passed through his body.

"Feet onto the bed. – Good boy." I squirmed at the praise, feeling as if I was engaging in something forbidden. After all, I wasn't exactly to supposed to listen to him, was I?

My brooding was interrupted when he grabbed my ankle, pushing it towards my hip until my thigh and calf were pressing together uncomfortably.

"Stay like this," he told me before he did the same to my other ankle, then took his place between my legs. My hips rolled entirely on their own accord, rubbing against his crotch. I mewled faintly.

Ross smirked. "So you can be cute if you want to."

I had no idea what he was referring to – but also no time to think about it. He leaned forward to slip the rope beneath my back, and I arched it to allow him to do whatever he felt he must to feel safe mating with me. While he was wrapping the rope around my stomach several times, he brought his lips to my skin and kissed his way up until he reached a pink nipple to play with.

I whimpered when he flicked his tongue across the stiff teat, turning louder when he yanked on the rope, tightening it around my stomach. I squirmed against the force of the restraint, but even the tension in my muscles wasn't enough to loosen them. Ross pulled back, smirking devilishly.

"No getting away this time," he said and wrapped each of the rope's ends around one of my ankles, securing them to my hips. Hands on my knees, he moved them further apart, regarding his work and moaning against closed lips. The sounds of his arousal sent blood pooling at my groin, leaving the rest of my body with barely enough to function.

"This is getting better by the minute. – Hands."

He waved his fingers, and I held my paws out to him. He then grabbed my wrists, suddenly slamming them against the headboard with brutish strength as his lips conquered mine. I let out a pained whimper that was silenced by his tongue, and when I tried to move, I found the restraints firmly keeping me in place, cutting into my skin.

It was thrilling, in a weird way. After all, this had hardly anything to do with mating – and yet, it was arousing.

Panting, Ross withdrew from the kiss. His lips were swollen red from pushing against mine with such force, and I was enticed by the side, craning my neck to recapture them. Ross didn't allow me, though. Instead, he grabbed the second rope, then tightly wrapped it around my wrists. The binding spiralled downwards, forcing my forearms together, then upwards again. He sneaked the cord around my neck twice with a concentrated frown gracing his face, and I shivered at the pressure on my air pipe.

Once he was done, I found myself pretty much unable to move, palms clasped around my neck and ankles shackled to my hips. Ross smirked, running a hand down my stomach. "Ready to be fucked?"

"Mate," I corrected instinctively.

His eyebrows shot up. "Whatever you say, kitty."

I growled quietly, then yelped as he yanked my head side, pulling at my ear. The intense pain left me writhing  – and panting.

"You keep acting as if you don't like this – but see what we got here..." His voice trailed off while his fingers journeyed south, pushing into the recess above my pubic bones. My hips thrust upwards, increasing the pressure with which he was expertly massaging my insides.

"Do you want me to touch you there?" he asked, and I mewled affirmatively. "Say please."

"Please," I begged without second thought. My mind was dominated by the intense throbbing of my balls that sent pleasure up and down my stiff length.

"Please what?"

I remembered calling him master, and the memory of his body pinning mine to the floor, close enough to feel his breath on my skin – it ripped a moan from my throat. "Please, Master."

"Fucking shit," he muttered and grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing hard. Thick precum spilled from my slit, its sweet scent filling my nostrils. I arched my back as tension ripped through my body to the tips of my toes. Needing something to hold on to, I clutched at my neck, and my claws dug into my skin. Whimpering, I relaxed my paws.

His other hand was exploring lower between my legs. He slid his knuckles along my root, making my hip thrust and squirm and beg for more of this mind-wrecking pleasure. Ross didn't waste any time and pushed his finger into my wet hole the moment it twitched beneath his touch.

I clenched down instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation of something pushing in down there, and Ross moaned loudly, trembling yet again. "Fucking – shit. You're tight."

He buried his finger deep inside my ass, and I felt each knuckle as it slipped past my virgin sphincter. While I did want to mate, I wasn't sure whether I liked this – until he bend his finger, and pleasurable heat erupted at my groin, pouring into my cock unerringly.

I threw my head back, moaning loudly. At that point, I was hardly aware of my own voice anymore, though. Ross assaulted the sensitive spot he'd found buried inside of me, first with a single finger, then two and three –  until I was left shaking, grimacing, screaming at the pleasure. It was too intense, teetering on the verge of becoming torturous.

My hips bucked, and my voice died in my throat, and I came all over my stomach, spreading cum across my stomach.