Costumes and Collars

She wanted him to touch her but wanted more than anything to touch him with her head clear and not distracted by the unique and overwhelming pleasure she felt at his smallest touch. His mouth finally reached the hem of her t-shirt and without using his hands, he drew the shirt up and over her head and she eased her tangle of curls free as he dropped the shirt away and moved to nuzzle at her bra straps, nipping around at the skin and uttering soft, sweet purrs while nuzzling the strap off her shoulders. He kissed her freckles and scars, his gaze returning to her eyes between the kisses, as though he wanted to witness every response she while his mouth and lips and tongue enflamed her and made her blush and yearn for him.

He didn't need his hands. His skillful mouth could even unclasp the front hook of her bra and as she arched forward to let the simple white lace fall away, he hovered close to her exposed breasts, warm breath tickling her small, nutmeg hued nipples. His warmth in the cool room made them tightened more and the ache spread through. When she didn't stop him, or encourage him, he simply offered out the eager pink tongue and she arched forward that fraction of an inch to rub herself against the offered mouth and found herself tangling fingers in the leash again to draw his face closer to her pert mounds to feel him against her. "Suck them!" She ordered, voice pitched low. He uttered a soft moan of pleasure at the command and obeyed her wishes.

The heat of his mouth enfolded her and she felt herself sway on her feet as her knees went weak. He managed to keep his hands to himself, though she felt him shifting his arms, fingers arching towards her as though drawn towards her and with obvious effort restrained himself. This was her game. He followed her rules and she both despaired and delighted, reaching her hand up to take ahold of his head and draw him away from her before she lost the edge of her control completely. "The jeans."

He swept a look across her silken breasts, the wetness and pink marks left by his sucking before drawing his gaze up to her eyes and she felt him burning her as they went. The question in that gaze seemed to ask 'are you sure?' even as he leaned down, settling to his knees at her feet. Warm kisses peppered her stomach making her muscles clench hard. His mouth brushed over the scars at her navel before wetly licking down to the button of her jeans. He breathed her in, pressing cheek against her sex through the fabric and she felt her toes curling up in the steel toed boots.

"Do it!" She snarled at him and he hesitated only a beat before grasping the front of her with his teeth, pulling. Part playful, part frantic to get them off and open and down. She felt the frustration flutter in her belly too. This teasing was almost too much. Her excitement built higher as the fastenings came open and together they both sighed in relief and need. Her hands moved forward to help after he'd managed to tug the zipper down and grin up at her in victory.

"So wet." He whispered as the jeans wriggled down, forced to spend a spare moment removing her boots while he nuzzled her shoulder and hip. "I want to touch you. Frankie please. I'm dying."

"Almost." She promised him as she kicked off the boots at last and stepped out of the crumpled pants, one long leg after the other. She curled one leg around his shoulder and he let out a soft, husky growl at discovering the simple white panties blocking the destination of his nuzzling. He met her gaze while biting against the soaked crotch before him. The nip of teeth grasped flesh as well and he pressed down.

She sucked in a breath and arched into his face and this time his hands moved up to catch her as she sagged. One strong hand supported between her shoulder blades, the other gripped her hip to keep her from falling.

"Sssshh!" He warned through the fabric and pussy lips between his teeth and gave a small shake of his head from side to side. She turned her head to her shoulder and muffled her cry of pleasure there and he released her, nuzzling into her slit with his nose. "I'm going to devour you." He warned, green eyes flashing, those silly cat ears flicking in his curls as he adjusted and carefully gripped the side of the panties in his teeth. With a casual toss of his head, he snapped the fabric with a satisfying rip.

She wanted to demand yes! but her tongue felt as swollen and stiff as her clit and she could only nod and pull at his fragile leash to draw him to her. His fingers squeezed into her where he supported her and she could feel his restraint shivering through him as he arched his tongue forward and lapped across her juicy lips and pressed between them, licking from her ass to her clit in a slow, ice-cream lap of his long, agile tongue. Her eyes squeezed closed, she couldn't look into his gaze and feel him licking her like that without losing her mind.

"Christopher!" She sucked in a breath and reached for his hair, grabbing a handful of soft curls, brushing the headband aside.

"Sssshhhh!" He warned and his tongue slid down through her folds, purring and vibrating as he swirled slowly around her opening and lapped as though he were savoring every drop of her. His fingers squeezed tighter as the purr became a growl and his tongue thrust into her. His grip bruised her and his tongue turned her into a creamy mess as she shuddered into his face.

And balanced on that spectacular moment, she felt the fear. The old, hidden terror that he'd stop! That she'd dangle on the brink of pleasure and pain and he would draw away and instead of hunger in his eyes, she'd see guilt and shame. She squeezed her eyes closed and felt the familiar cold try to return. She shouldn't be doing....

The bite against her clit make her eyes fly open and she met his gaze, felt him burning into her as his teeth pressed and pressed and she felt her toes curling tighter as the fire overwhelmed her. As she came, he released her and fucked her with his tongue, never moving his hungry gaze from hers. The smoldering faded into satisfaction and delight as he held, and unraveled her until she was only a shivering, bared nerve of pleasure.

"Stay with me!" He demanded and bowed his head forward to bite against her inner thigh, dimpling the flesh at the juncture of sex and leg. She arched and bucked, the spike of pleasure so savage that she almost came undone before he released her. He kissed the spot and smiled up at her, devilish and so sweet as he kissed the bruised bite spot, eyelashes tickling her skin.

His kisses moved slowly towards her soaked pussy. "Again!" He whispered as he slowly licked around her clit, the oversensitive bud almost painful to the touch. Almost. Just enough to make her quake under the graceful lap his tongue. He licked across her, and then inside her for a long, slow fuck. Whispering her name, between this sweet torment, he urged her, teeth dimpling her inner thigh and swollen lips before plunging his tongue into deep into her. His cheeks were slick with her honey and he gave no sign of relenting until he'd coaxed more pleasure from her.

This time she couldn't break contact with his eyes. Those wild, passionate eyes while he fucked her with his tongue. She tried to muffle the sound of her pleasure as the pleasure he gave her shattered into a thousand pieces. Arching against him, her body shuddered and his grip tightened, his fingertips bruising into the flesh of her ass and shoulder while his tongue drove faster into her. Her body jerked and writhed, her climax soaking his face and chin, maybe his neck and chest as well with the savage force of the second orgasm.

He was unbendable, unbreakable and as she shuddered against him in nearly brutal waves of pleasure, he held her and kept her from flying into dangerous shards. When her pleasure had ebbed and only after he'd licked her into calmness, he released her, coaxing her leg from his shoulder. His hands slid up her hips as he knelt there before her, slick and wet from her pleasure. "I've got you." He whispered and kissed up her body, nuzzling her stomach and leaving her wetness along her flesh as he moved.

When he stood, he cupped her face, his eyes half closed in pleasure but despite his wild heartbeat and the gleam in his eyes behind the thick lashes, she knew this moment was hers alone. Leisurely he brushed hair away from her eyes and the smile he leveled on her curled her toes.

"My turn." Those words alone, a low purr of sound against her throat when he leaned into her, sent a spasm through her body and he chuckled. The sound low, vibrating through him as he pulled the leash from her fingers and unclasped the collar from his throat. "Can you be quiet?" The collar dropped to the floor and he continued the devastating, heart breaking smile as his thumb hooked into the side of his loin cloth and so casually unclasped it.

Oh God. He was glorious. She savored the view of his hard cock jutting forward. His swollen head was nearly purple with his longing and slick with precum. When she reached towards him, he very casually brushed her fingers away with a 'tsk'ing' sound and the smile brightened. "No." He whispered and she felt her body burn. She could feel every place he'd pressed a kiss and bite and arched towards him only to feel him hold her back.

He offered out his hands to her and she slipped hers into his and raked fingers up his forearms to his shoulders until she pressed flush against his chest. His touch felt gentle, his hand stroking along her body now that she'd given him permission to touch. She lost herself in the sensation of his hands, her head dizzy and blood roaring in her ears while he trailed his skillful fingers along her sides to the curve of her breasts and then rolled this thumbs over her nipples. "Don't be careful with me." She growled.

"We're going to get kicked out!" His voice breaking slightly on the edges of his control. She felt his smile against her throat as he wrapped one arm around her and lifted her off her feet. He shoved her against the mirrored wall hard enough to rattle her teeth and the wall.

"Fuck!"

"Sshhhh!" His thumb brushed along her lower lip as he smiled at her, "I'm going to hurt you." He promised, "If you're a very good girl and stay quiet!"

She started to whimper a quiet protest and a plea but his hips drew back and the long, slick length of his cock slid along her thigh and over her belly before he crushed her with his body to pin her into the mirror. Her heart lurched at the strength of him and she felt her ribs ache at the pressure he applied to her. "Yes!" No sound came out but her swollen mouth formed the word. This!

He held her gaze as his hand slid down between her body and his, his head tipping to the side as he stroked his cockhead along her juicy pussy. "How long do you think it will take me to make you cum? How many strokes do you think?" He asked while rolling the head of his cock over her clit. It still felt too sensitive there and she squirmed as he relentlessly stroked through her juicy cleft to torment her. "One? A dozen?" His smile curved wider. "How long until someone knocks at this door? Think you can cum before they do?"

"What about...."

"Not about me Sunkist." He whispered and moaned softly as she squirmed again.

"Pussycat please! Stop teasing me!"

"Mmm, but I want to sink in and feel you shuddering around me all wet and sticky sweetheart." He whispered and rubbed against her pussy again with his cock, not sliding in yet, working her up, letting her feel every inch he had to ram into her. And God but he looked fantastic in the mirror where she could see his muscular back arched over her. When she moaned louder, he smiled, "Quiet, dangerous seductress!"

She thought she might die of the pleasure and the torment. It felt like she hadn't just cum and soaked his face. It felt like she'd not been touched her whole life. Her eyes rolled as the swollen cock head smeared up along her clit circling and rolling his hips, ass cheeks clenching with the effort it took him not to take what he wanted so badly. What she wanted just as badly! He shuddered and with a slow adjustment of his hips, she finally felt him there against her opening. The throb of him matching her frantic heartbeat.

His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing along her jaw as he eased himself into her. His eyes closed for a heartbeat as breath sucked in sharply as though it had been claimed from him. He uttered a sweet, almost pained sound as he pressed into her. Deeper and deeper, inch by inch until the impact of his final few inches rattled the mirror under her ass. The world could have stopped. It could have exploded for all she cared. He was in her, balls deep and one with her, his breaths matching hers, his huge cock stretching her wide and held her pinned ruthlessly to the cold mirror.

Her toes curled painfully as the pleasure melted her bones and she muffled her moan into his neck, biting down hard. He struggled to hold in his own sounds of pleasure and his hands squeezed her hip and the other her breast in time with the first savage thrust of his hips.

She felt the orgasm crash through her as he circled his hips, grinding deeper into her. As she began to cum, he snarled and drew his hips back before slamming deeper into her. The movement was so hard it shuddered the whole wall behind her. She wanted to scream out her pleasure. Scream for more! Stars danced in her vision as he continued to fuck her as she came. The hot juices of her climax trickled down her thighs and ass, left a messy smear down the mirror as he plunged into her again and again.

"Frankie!" Her name on his lips was like a reverent prayer as he filled her. He lifted his chin, letting her have better access to apply teeth to his throat, as though he longed for her mark against his flesh. The thrusts didn't stop, they were long, steady movements of his hips while his chest kept her pinned and breathless against the mirror. She tangled fingers up into his hair as he drove into her faster. His body shuddered each time his balls slapped her ass and he angled up to shove and grind into her juicy, heated depths.

They would hear them! She knew for sure there was no way to hide the way he was slamming her into the wall. For a moment she expected the mirror to shatter and cut them but she didn't care! "Cum with me!" She begged him, sliding fingers from his hair to frame his face in her hands and draw him down to kiss her.

As though those were the most beautiful words he'd ever heard, his eyes rolled and when he kissed her, his moans and his tongue filled her mouth. He tasted like her, musky and tart with the sweetness of her pleasure all down his chin and throat and she shuddered as he drove into her harder.

Someone was going to be at that door any moment! They might be outside listening. The thought of it made her moan into his mouth and her tongue warred against his, wanting to be as deep inside him as his cock was in her cunt. Wanted to feel his cum shooting deep and hot into her womb as she came with him.

The sound of his orgasm was a loud, muffled roar into her mouth and his hands gripped her hard enough to hurt and it spurred her own climax, just as wet and slick as if he'd not teased the others from her! His cock arched deep inside her at the forceful plunge forward and he coaxed her thighs higher on his chest, supporting her as his manhood swelled and bucked. The fountain of hot cum shot so deep inside her, the heat of it blazed into her, filling her and overflowing.

Her heart raced along with his, their orgasm tangled up together so tight it hurt! Her arms were around his broad shoulders, fingers clawing at his muscular shoulders and back. The view from the mirror showed how rough she'd been and she let out a soft whimper.

Then the knock came at the door, a tentative little clatter of knuckles, "Everything ...um...ok in there?"

Christopher managed his composure first and his voice sounded almost bored, "Just having some trouble with a zipper. Everything is fine." His eyes though, they gleamed with pleasure and desire as he watched her.

"Uh, O-okay. If you say so. Just, don't break anything okay?"

"Sure. Sorry, just clumsy."

"Uh....s-sure."

Frankie had to close her eyes and bite on the inside of her lip to keep from roaring with laughter. As she shook with suppressed mirth, Christopher lowered himself down, sitting on the bench, still firmly inside her and making no move to push her away. His hands cupped her ass and gave her a little pat.

He looked abused, his neck bitten red and his back torn to ribbons and mouth swollen and red while his curls stood on end. Well abused. "Sorry about the—"

"I will put you over my knee and pink this sexy ass if you apologize for the hottest sex of my life. Well, second hottest, after the other night at least. Best public sex. Actually, first public sex!"

She melted against his chest and his arms curled around her, making her feel strangely small rather than the 6'2, amazon she was in reality. Her heart did strange things in her ribs, words tried to slip out but she wouldn't let them. 'Just enjoy the moment. Don't spoil anything!' She told herself.

"Darling?" Christopher kissed her shoulder, "There's no way I can wear that outfit to the party. As proud as I am to be on your leash—even my control isn't that strong. We'd never get out of the house. Besides, I'm not sure it's the sort of statement we want to make in front of the whole family."

She rested her cheek on his shoulder breathing in the sweet sex scent and his own, while her fingers stroked through his chest hair. "You mean how you're enslaved and chained to me?"

"Oh, they already know that part." He whispered and grinned with a touch of pride. "But making it official?" He met her eyes with a saucy wink.

She thought about it while remaining in the curve of his arms, cuddled tight to him in the afterglow. Official seemed like a big step, particularly when they'd not even stepped out as a couple yet. With a sigh, she started uncurling from him but his playful hands trying to restrain her complicated her efforts and stirred the fire in her sex again. "Focus Christopher. That clerk is going to barge in any second."

Christopher finally let her climb from his lap, his gaze less fierce but not quite sated and looking particularly edible with her marks on his neck and face still glossy from her sex. He could seduce her back to him with little effort. He knew it too, not even bother covering himself up. His chin lifted in challenge when he noticed her gaze rake over his naked, slick body. "Just a little more! Quick!"

She tried to cover herself, feeling the hot trickle of his cum and hers trailing down her thigh. That caused her own embarrassment to blaze hot through her as she fumbled around for her clothes.

He eased off the bench and knelt before her, using his silken boxers to dry her long legs. He settled his cheek against thigh and looked up to meet her eyes with a smile. Just as he turned his face towards her leg to kiss her bare skin, a heavy pounding echoed at the door.

"Alright you two. Time is up. You've had plenty of time to pull yourselves together." That wasn't the shy clerk but an irate man on the other side of the door.

They exchanged looks and blushes and picked up the pace on finding and getting on their discarded clothing. Christopher stuffed her panties into his pocket with an impish smile and looped his tie over his shoulder casually, shirt unbuttoned but undershirt on though it didn't hide the bruises and bites she'd put on him. He reached out to straighten her tee-shirt with a fussy little twitch of fingers.

She bit back her laugh and retrieved the costume pieces and moved towards the door but he'd already grabbed the handle and stepped out first. Stepping forward, his expression crystalized into the formidable Harris-Wallace ready to do battle. He slung his jacket over a shoulder and his free hand reached for hers. She laced her fingers in his and stepped out beside him, amused as the manager fell back, almost falling over his own feet to avoid being run over by the pair of them.