The Desire Trilogy: A Domme and Male Submissive Trilogy

Chapter 4: The Other Side of You Part 4

Widow slid the black leather harness over his head and onto his shoulders. She then buckled the two side buckles beneath his armpits to the front ring. She trailed her fingertips down his sides and his c**k swelled and flexed for her. She then fastened the belts at his hips and the ones that ran below his ass cheeks and along his upper thighs. The last buckle ran between his legs and a metal ring was set in the middle of the front strap.

He moaned in anticipation of that ring and how it would feel snug around his d**k. She ran her nails up his muscular thighs and he sighed as her fingers grew closer to his aching c**k. She smirked up at him and grazed the metal ring over his swollen head and he groaned as she slowly slid it down his shaft. The harder he got, the more it added pressure to the base, and he couldn't get enough of it. A second ring went around his balls, and he moaned for her as she fastened the last buckle.

Cat turned to a floor length mirror and took himself in. He slightly swiveled to look at the long leather tail with a metal end on it. It trailed along the floor. His c**k twitched and spilled out more precum as his gaze fell to hers in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and he could tell she was pressing her thighs together. He watched as a drip ran down her inner thigh, catching the light. He was rubbing off on her and he couldn't have been more thrilled by it.

Widow pulled him from the room. "We're gonna start out slow." She walked him over to the bed. "Lay down, pretty kitty."

Cat laid down on the soft bed. She walked around the furniture piece and raised each of his hands to fasten them into padded cuffs before she fastened his ankles as well.

"You're gonna be a good kitty and lay perfectly still." She ran her nails along his hip bone, and he groaned and shifted his hips. "That includes those pretty hips of yours." She slapped his hip and he groaned, biting his bottom lip.

She walked over to the wall and grabbed a red feather that was attached to a wand. Widow walked over and straddled his thighs, causing her legs to spread and he could see a hint of her glistening p***y that was dripping for him.

She ran the feather along each bicep, crossing his chest with it. He moaned and watched her with wanton eyes. Widow smirked and ran the feather down his stomach and up and over his c**k. She swirled it around the tip, and he flexed from the sensation. Widow bit her bottom lip and trailed the feather down his c**k and around it, making sure to not touch his c**k again with it. He whimpered at the loss of feeling, and she reached behind herself and ran the feather along his inner thighs. She ran the long feather over his balls, leaned forward, and yanked the leash, causing him to rise up on the bed by using his ab muscles. She brought her lips dangerously close to his and her breath feathered his lips. He wanted to kiss her, ravish her, take her, and make her cry for mercy. Cat was internally dying for her touch, her p***y, her mouth, anything would suffice. He wasn't picky at the moment.

Widow brushed her lips against his and his tongue darted out to taste her, but she shoved him back down onto the bed with her palm. He looked up at her with a dark expression as he slowly licked his top lip, peering through his damp bangs.

She ran her thumb along his bottom lip and pressed the pad of her thumb past his puffy lips. He moaned and let her put it in between his teeth. He bit down and growled at her with smoldering eyes. Her heart faltered again, and she had to push the feeling away from her. She slowly pulled her thumb from his mouth, dragging his lip down slightly. His lip snapped back into place and she gasped at his expression. It was sultry, dark, dangerous, and laced with sin. He was so nervous and awkward at the start of the paperwork and now he was permeating a darkness she had never seen in a man.

"Holy s**t," she gasped and stood up from him.

He chuckled, feeling good about himself and how he could make her question everything. He turned his head to watch her walk over to the cabinets again. She pulled a bit gag from the wall. It was two thin black leather straps that had a slender metal bar in between them. She came back over and sat on his thighs again.

Her clit throbbed and her n*****s hardened as he looked up at her like she was a goddess. His goddess. "Lift your head."

Cat lifted his head, and she placed the metal bit between his teeth and buckled it behind his head. He groaned as the cool metal pressed at the corners of his mouth.

"Good boy." Widow smirked and bent down to flick his top lip with her tongue as her leather clad breasts brushed against his chest.

He groaned as she pressed her palms into his chest and slid her wet s*x against his c**k, pressing it against his lower stomach. Precum streamed onto his taut muscles as she rolled her hips against him. He moaned and pulled at his restraints and tilted his head back into the black silk pillow.

"s**t," he mumbled, and she gently giggled at his reaction.

"Do you want me, Kitty?" Widow rolled her hips again with a high-pitched moan as his head brushed her clit and she circled her hips.

"Yes..." Cat hissed past the metal bit and she pressed her teeth into her painted lip.

She slid up his c**k and past it, causing it to pop against her ass. He suddenly moaned and she gripped his c**k and slapped it against her ass a couple times. He shifted his legs the best he could, and she slammed her hands behind her to still them.

"Nuh-uh. No moving, kitty." She waited for him to whine and still before she continued to crawl up his body. "Now, I'm gonna sit on your face and you're going to lap up my p***y like a cat licking cream. You got that, pussycat?"

"Yes, Mistress Widow." He replied past the metal bar in his mouth and she gripped the black leather upholstered headboard in her fists and lowered her p***y down onto his face.

He moaned and opened his mouth wide, pushing his tongue past the bar to run it between her folds. She moaned and bucked her hips against his mouth. Cat groaned and flicked her swollen clit.

She lifted herself for a moment, wanting more from him, and sat back on his chest. "Lift your head."

Cat did as she asked, and she unbuckled the gag from his head and removed it. He stretched his mouth out and licked the corners of his lips. She slid back up and lowered herself back down to his lips. He greedily ran his tongue from her opening to her clit with a moan that vibrated in the back of his throat. She crushed his mouth with her p***y and he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, while he flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Her toes curled, her muscles tensed up, and she bucked her hips.

Widow tightened her grip on the headboard as she rode out her orgasm. He groaned and shifted his hips. All he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her, wanted to feel her walls surrounding him, milking him until he couldn't handle it anymore. Until he was cumming hot and gasping for air. Until he was calling out her name and she was screaming his.