Chapter 3: The Other Side of You Part 3
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Alexandre stood up and followed Widow out of the room and down a red hued hallway. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he was still following her.
"Now, what should I call you?"
"Cat." Alexandre swallowed hard as his heart raced.
"Sounds purrfect for you." Widow smirked and unlocked the door in front of her.
Alexandre's c**k flexed in his jeans once again and his eyes widened as she opened the door for him. It was like a dream, and he didn't know where he wanted to start first. He had never seen so many toys and rigs. The room was a soft pastel pink and everything inside was either leather or lace. There was a chaise lounge that was a hot pink velvet and a massive bed sat in the middle with restraints hooked to each black bedpost. The comforter was a soft grey, and the sheets were made from a pink satin.
A round, dark grey, rug sat beneath the bed and spilled out around it. The walls had toys that were categorized by purpose. Recessed shelving that held things from: floggers, whips, and canes to spreader bars, various restraints, gags, and feathers. Cabinets with drawers lined the room and he could only imagine what was inside of those. A pastel pink s*x swing hung from a corner, a pink and black St. Andrew's Cross stood against a wall, a spanking bench sat beside that. While a DIYed metal rig with various points to attach various restraints stood at the other side of the room. A door to the walk-in closet was slightly ajar and he could see racks of leather outfits and various boots and heels. He swallowed hard and felt himself swell between his thighs as his muscles tensed at the thought of using it all.
"Get on your knees." Widow turned to look at him and he willingly dropped to the ground. She slid the toe of her heel up his chest and beneath his chin, tilting his face up so that his gaze met hers. "First I'm going to dress you up. Harness or suit, p***y cat?"
"Either." Alexandre swallowed hard and she smirked.
She took her foot off of him and swayed her hips as she walked towards a drawer. He watched her open it and bend slightly more than she needed to, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties under her short leather dress, but a hint of pastel pink leather straps with little bows ran around and up her ass cheeks.
"Shit..." He sighed under his breath and worried his bottom lip as his c**k spilled precum.
Widow turned around and walked back with a black collar that had a gold bell and a black cat mask. She fastened the buckle of the collar at the back of his neck and tied the mask around his head with black satin ribbon. She gripped his chin and pressed her thumb between his lips as she tipped his head back.
He looked helpless and his eyelids were lowered in an expression of lust. He bit her thumb and ran his tongue along it. She took in how the black mask went around his eyes and brought the green out of them. It wrapped up his forehead and became ears with rivets at each corner of them. It suited him and she found herself gasping for him.
She shook it off and walked away again, pulling her thumb from his lips as he sucked on it. She pulled a black leather leash from a drawer and brought it over to him.
She hooked it to the collar and wrapped the leash around her fist. "Come." She yanked on it, and he stood up.
She peered up at him with a sexy smile and swayed her hips as she walked towards the walk-in closet. "We're gonna have some fun dressing you up."
Alexandre groaned and followed her like a hopeless kitten that was looking for a home. Widow pushed him down to sit on a velvet pink bench that ran along the middle of the closet. He eagerly watched her as she pulled out a full body harness from one of the long racks. The whole closet had built in white shelving that housed the clothing and shoes. A black chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling and cast a warm light over the room.
"I think this would suit you, don't you think?" She turned to face him and held it up. It was a full body, black leather, harness that had multiple buckle points and a long belt cat tail at the back. Two steel rings sat at the bottom of it and one steel ring sat in the middle of the chest piece.
Heat pooled between his thighs, and he didn't know if he'd make it that far. He nodded and she smirked at him. "Stand up, Cat."
She quickly undid most of the buckles on it and the sound of clinking metal ricocheted in his ears and made him chew on his bottom lip.
Alexandre stood up, and she set the harness down on the bench that he had been sitting on. She slid her hands along the hem of his shirt. He placed his hands on her hips and the feel of leather made him tremble.
"Don't touch." She scolded him.
He groaned and took his hands off of her.
Widow continued to pull his shirt up and over his head. She placed red stained kisses down his muscular chest to right above the button on his jeans. Her heart went wild as she revealed sculpted pecs and perfectly crafted abs, a deep 'V' sat at his hips and made her quiver. He was gorgeous and she was falling in love fast.
She shook herself out of it and began to lick and suck on his neck as she dropped his shirt. It fell to the ground, and she went to work undoing his pants. Alexandre moaned and let her do what she wanted. She ran her palm over his erection, and he groaned as she trailed her fingers along the waistband of his tight red boxers.
Within moments his pants and boxers were discarded with his shirt. She got on her knees, sliding her fingertips along his sensitive skin. She licked along the underside of his twitching c**k and he gasped, as she swirled her tongue around the head of his c**k for a moment before she stood back up. He whimpered at the loss of her mouth, and she reveled in it.
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