A follow-up to my previous story 'The Secret in the Shed', this story follows Kitten and The Slave back inside the house, and what they get up to when Master joins them.
As ever, constructive feedback is appreciated!
Enjoy,
- J
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Reaching the top of the wooden staircase, Kitten turned and opened the first door on her right to reveal a large bedroom decorated in white, with small verdant trees and bright, healthy flowers covering almost every flat surface. On the bedside table sat a vase of burning red roses, with some of the sharpest looking thorns The Slave had ever seen.
"Hah, seems appropriate," he thought, accidentally out loud.
"What?" Kitten snapped.
"Oh I er... I just mean it's a beautiful room, for a beautiful woman like you."
"Too fucking right."
Nervously, he stared around the room, looking for something to comment on, unsure what to say, before she continued,
"Anyway, I don't know where he's planning on letting you sleep tonight. I bet he was going to give you my bed in the guest room, but he can get fucked if he thinks I'm sleeping next to him after the way he's been behaving."
"Oh... I-"
"You may as well stay in here for now at least until he gets here, sit down."
"Oh, okay... Thanks." The Slave replied, pathetically.
Settling down onto the comfortable mattress, he felt the warmth of the fluffy sheets sighed a little as they comforted the marks that were burning and aching up and down his body. "So do you both live here?"
"Yeah, I moved in with him a little while ago," she explained, "as you can see, I've done a bit of redecorating since then." They both laughed for a moment, before the scowl returned to her face. "Before that, most of the walls were pop-culture posters and shit, it was like living with a fucking teenager. Still, at least I won him over in the end. Most of that stuff is confined to his study, now. And my babies are everywhere."
"Your...babies?"
"My plants. Turn around, I'm getting changed."
"Oh... okay."
As he turned and spun on the bed he took some time to adire the other decorations around the room. On the wall which had been behind them, there were photos and keepsakes attached to the wall, with lengths of string running to different places on a world map. As he studied that, Kitten undid her corset, wincing as the leather came away from the bruises she'd received night after brutal, wonderful night. Throwing that, and her lacy underwear, aside, she instead took from a drawer a set of white cotton pyjamas patterned with little cats and paws, and as she finished pulling the top over her head she realised that her Master was arriving at the bedroom door.
"Have you two been getting along?"
"Yes Master!" They both replied insiticivly, almost in unison.
"Oh good," he smiled a sly smile, "you havn't been watching her change have you, you fucking perv?"
"No! I wasn't even looking in the same direction! I was looking at the world map and her peace lilly!"
"Her peace lilly? That better not be a euphemism you seedy fuck." His voice was suddenly a snarl, and it had turned the slave's into a whimper.
"N-No! It's the plant! The one with the white flowers. Although, they're not actually flowers, they're-"
"I know," Master chuckled, "it was a joke. And they're specialised leaves, yeah, she loves that thing, don't you?"
"I love all my babies," Kitten smiled as Master wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close. "And some... not-so-babies."
"You better," Master snarled playfully, as his hands ran up her front. "How do you look so fucking good even in your pyjamas? Well... I suppose they don't really hide much, do they?" His hand found her nipple, which was standing obviously under the fabric of her top, and slowly teased it making her whimper sofly. In an instant, her body came alive again with his touch. She wanted him, she needed... Something.
"I think you should go take a shower before you get our bed all dirty," Master told the slave as his attention momentarily turned away from Kitten.
"Oh, I can use your shower? That'd be lovely, thank you!"
"It's the door right at the top of the stairs."
As the other boy shuffled quickly from the room, Master turned back to Kitten and saw her looking up at him, with her big brown eyes full of needy lust.
"I've been good..." She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself against him. "And I've been patient... Which you know is hard for me. Is it my turn, Master?" As she spoke, her hands wandered down his front and cupped his bulge, feeling it grow a little under the warmth of her palm.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd want it after it had been in another boy..." He teased her, as his hands began to slide under her top.
Her mind raced. The way Master had fucked the slave, the way his thrusts seemed as powerful as thunder, the way they both moaned and grunted. She wanted that. That's what she needed. A whimper escaped her lips as the thoughts consumed her mind.
"Hmm?" Master snarled, grabbing her chin with a finger and thumb.
"If it's been in him it's not clean... But... I don't want it in anyone else, Master. I want it. I want what you gave him. Please Master. It's my turn..."
They both heard the water click on and the slave squeal as the too-hot water poured over his wounds. They knew they didn't have long. Impatiently, she reached into his pants and grabbed the hot flesh of his shaft in her hand. "Fuck me, Master. Please."
Without another word, she felt herself being flung backwards, crashing down onto the bed with a thud. She couldn't help the grin growing on her face as she reached over for the wet wipes in the bed side table. By the time she'd retrieved them, Master's clothes were discarded, his cock was hard, and he was coming for her. In one swift movement he pounced on her, his hand pushing her top up and grabbing her breast as his mouth went to the hollow of her throat. Kitten couldn't help but moan as she finally got the attention she craved. Reaching down with a wipe in hand, she stroked up and down his cock, cleaning every inch of it, feeling it grow ever harder as she did. With every bit of attention that she gave it, his breathing grew harder, and his grip on her grew stronger. His heart pounded in his chest, his every breath became a deep growl let out into her neck or right into her ear, every single one sending sparks shooting through Kitten's body. Finally, she couldn't wait any more. She dropped the wipe and before it had even settled on the bed, Master thrust his thick cock deep into her.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned as she gasped deeply.
Meanwhile, in the shower, The Slave winced and groaned as the expensive-feeling soap cleansed his aching body. Every inch of him hurt, his skin was on fire, his organs felt bruised, even his mind seemed damaged, in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. But in the hot steam of the shower, all of that seemed to melt away. What he'd had, what Master had given him, was like nothing he'd ever felt. Like nothing he'd even dreamed of. The stories he'd read, the roleplays he'd enjoyed online, none of that could have prepared him for how it felt to submit to someone like him. To be taken like someone like him. To be taken, like Kitten was, by the sounds of things. They weren't as quiet as they thought. The Slave's cock grew harder as he heard them moaning and groaning and grunting. He tried to focus on cleaning himself, on relaxing, but Master's powerful thrusts seemed to echo through him. For a moment, he slipped into a daydream about how Kitten must look naked, about how Master's cock must feel when he wants you to enjoy it. There was a break in the noises from the next room, and The Slave's mind snapped back to here and now. As it did, he realised that he'd just been washing his cock for the whole length of his dream, and now it was rock hard and swollen, with soapy water glistening on the shaft.
