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I uttered a hard, dark laugh. “You want me to fuck you upin a dark alley, too? Girl, you’ve only seen the tip of what I like. Tonight was soft.”
“There was nothing soft about how you just fucked me.” Her head drooped, and she mumbled into my chest. “I mean it, Knox. Am I just a one-night thing for you?”
“Why, am I a series for your local rag? Weekly feature articles?”
“I said I wouldn’t do that to you.” She pushed back, her hands knotted into fists against my chest. The blankets slid from her shoulders, exposing her. Gone was the soft cuddly little piece of prey I’d picked out earlier in the night. Before me sat a defiant and naked woman who’d taken some of the worst I could throw at her and asked for more.
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. Hard.
Punishingly, bruisingly hard.
We were both panting when I broke away, needing fresh air before I had her again on the floor. “You want what I like, huh? Decided that I’m your new kink? I’ll do worse than just rough you up. I’ll terrify you, and you won’t be sure it’s me until I’m ready for you to know. I’ll hurt you, push your limits, and tease the ever-loving fuck out of you until you break. And I’ll enjoy every damn second.” I rolled us to the floor, pressing her bare back to the filthy, hard surface.
Her pupils were so blown, her eyes were almost as dark as mine. “Yes, please.”
I laughed, slamming my hands to her hips where I was already hard. Cold cement bit into my shins, a contrast to the warm, soft curves she offered up beneath me. I kneed her thighs apart as she stared up at me and cried out when I slid straight into her.
“Knox! You’re not—” she squeaked, but the flush that appeared on her face stilled me again.
I moved slowly, rocking against her until I was sure, thenleaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Your filthy fucking pussy is mine, pretty face, and I’ll have you bare whenever the fuck I like.”
She trembled, pulsing around me as my dirty words knocked her over the edge. Her moan set me off too, and I pulled out to come across her luscious, flushed tits.
Josie lay beneath me, whimpering as her body trembled and shook in a series of aftershocks. Her hands slid across her breasts, smearing the glistening white ropes over her skin.
I swallowed, unable to look away as her hand drifted between her legs. She stroked her clit as I reared over her, still working the last of the cum from my cock as she came again, my name on her lips.
“Fuck me.” I kissed her again and sank to the frigid floor alongside her. “How the fuck did this happen?”
“No idea, but can I keep you?”
“Just because I’m furry doesn’t mean I make a good pet,” I warned her. “Hell, I’m not suitable for a normal life.”
“My life is far from normal.” She bit her lip. “If I quit the paper, I have to find another job. I can’t afford university fees and accommodation without one.”
“Move in with me.” I cleaned her body again and wrapped the blankets around us in a cocoon with her trapped against me. The offer slid unfettered out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe the words were mine, but then, I didn’t try to take them back, either. I shoved my hand into the Santa sack and yanked out a slim red leather day collar. A delicate silver bell charm, shaped like the one from a bell tower, dangled from the center. “Do you know what this is?”
She eyed it with a small frown. “It means you have a cat?”
My lips twitched. “Not quite. It means I’m asking you to be mine. No one else’s, just mine. Unless you want to try out that little extra fantasy you mentioned before.” I drew her a littlecloser. “Usually I’d ask after a few weeks, months, maybe. But you’re sort of perfect.”
Her mouth made that pretty little shape again, and I instantly wanted to make good use of it. Pushing the urge back, I focused on the aftercare aspect of our session, though I was doing a fine job of botching that, too. Who offered a collar after one night’s play, for fuck’s sake? She could still stab us all in the back with me at the head of the line, but that was beside the point.
Josie said she wanted more, and if that matched what I did, then she’d be mine, leaving me no doubt about who she wanted to play with and wake up next to every night.
“Like exclusive dating but with kink?” She frowned, running her finger around the edge of the collar.
Deep burgundy velvet lined the inside, and it had never been worn. I kept waiting on the right submissive to fall in my lap, but I hadn’t found her until now.
“Soft of,” I hedged while my stomach turned somersaults that would have made a gymnast envious. “More like—”
“Like super-exclusive. Like keep-me-forever sort of exclusive?” She bit her lip.
“Yeah.” I swallowed on a dry throat.
“Okay.”
“You’re mad. I could be a psycho who kidnaps pretty girls and does terrible things to them,” I told her with a straight face.
