It's down.
She can't help but giggle, which he takes for him not doing a good enough job or her not paying enough attention because his hands are on her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples.
"Ah, ah," she gasps.
He's wild and demanding, wanting her full attention as he pushes himself into her. His voice is raw, wrecked while making fervent promises and lavishing filthy praises, telling her that he's going to take such good care of her, that she'll never ever leave him.
She loves ever second of it, loves how he holds her like he's afraid to let go, how he pounds into her like he doesn't care that he's leaving bruises all over her body, how his teeth sinks deep into the skin of her shoulders, the pain and pleasure juxtaposing so wonderfully that her brain is having a hard time differentiating the two and it doesn't actually matter as long as he's still inside her, thrusting into her until he's shaking apart above her and coming, pulsing hot and sticky deep inside of her.
She's gasping for breath, exhausted beyond words even though she's sure she had passed out and come awake multiple times already. And then, comes the part that makes her lose consciousness multiple times. He gets harder and bigger and- "Ah, hurts," she whimpers. "Hurts, Daddy..." The title slips from her tongue easily and she can't bring herself to regret it, not when he's kisses all over her face and rubbing her stomach where the pressure is the worst and it hurts the most.
"It's normal, darling. Just breathe and relax. You're doing so good. You take my cock so well, baby," he purrs.
She cries a little, letting him coo and groom her, the flat of his tongue warm against her cheek as he licks up her tears.
"It's okay. You're okay," he says.
She groans and forces herself to relax, tries to breathe into the stretch. "You're too big," she whines.
He chuffs. "You're too tiny, darling," he says, running a comforting, apologetic hand up and down her side and pressing kisses into her skin, trying to hold her still but she can't. Her body spasms and tenses everytime she so much as inhales and is reminded of his thick length inside her.
When the stretch and burn finally stops and she can breathe again, he starts moving again, rolling his hips forward, pressing her into the sheets and she's crying for another reason altogether.
It feels so, so good. She lets him rock against her and whisper promises in her ears, telling her that he'll fill her up, make her heavy with kits and take such, such good care of her. She'll never want for anything again. He'll give her everything she wants and so much more.
He comes and comes inside of her, filling her so much that her body runs out of space for all the come and it spills out around his cock, wetting the inside of her thighs and their bodies where they are connected. He hums and twists them around as though the change in position would keep the come inside her.
She cries out when she suddenly finds herself straddling him, sitting on top of his cock like she's riding him. He drags his fingers through her hair, peppering little kisses across her shoulders and licking at the bruises around her neck and shoulders. She doesn't need a mirror to know that there is a ring of bruises there now. He licks her throat, worrying the marks there.
"You're alright, pet," he says. "Beautiful little thing. Look at you, so horny and slutty."
She chews on her lower lip as she peers down at him for the first time. She hadn't noticed that he's as naked as she is right now, his broad chest bared and muscular in all the right places. She drags her palms up and down his chest, feeling the smooth, hard curves of his muscles. "Pretty,' she murmurs.
He chuckles. "No, darling. You're the pretty one," he says, running his fingers over the curve of her hip, stroking her stomach, petting her thighs and pulling her down so she is taking his cock deeper again.
She expects that he's done with her. He had come so many times already. But he doesn't stop fucking her hole, pulsing inside her and growing thicker every time she thinks that he's done, that surely he's all drained out. When comes continues to leak out from her pussy despite his thick cock plugging her hole, he wipes his fingers with the come and then pushes the wetness into her puckered anal hole.
"No, no," she whimpers. It's wrong. It's dirty. "Don't-" she cries out.
"It's okay, darling. Gotta fill you up here too," he says, swiping his finger over the cum and filling her anal hole with it too. It's so dirty, so perverse.
Really, she ought to feel ashamed for coming to the feeling of his fingers inside her.
Except she's not.
Chapter Nine: Kidnap
The press has a lot to say about the Most Eligible Bachelor of The Year settling down with someone who really just looks like a nobody. Except no one has managed to get a good picture of them together so far. In all the pictures the paparazzi has captured, she's hidden either by the bulk of his body, or by one of his many bodyguards.
Tom knows something's not right with his boss is handling the young cat Shifter. He had looked into the young girl's history when he first realized that his employer's interest has turned into an obsession that does not look in any way shape or form, healthy, especially since within the first six hours of knowing her, he received reports that Mr. Kenzo has abandoned all sense of propriety and is fucking her in the office. At least he was cognizant enough to have guards at the door, preventing anyone from interrupting. Though Tom thinks that anyone stupid enough to interrupt them wouldn't live to tell the tale. It's just that normally, Shifters would find a better place to mate. Somewhere protected equipped with everything they need.
Later, he does take her home and then he continue to fuck her for seven days straight, stopping only to gather some food from the dining room before taking it all back into the room with them.
Mateo Snow hasn't taken a lover in his bed ever since the last disaster. He still find occasionally stories in tabloids from his ex-lover about how sex-crazed he is, how he would fuck and fuck until she's sore and he wouldn't even get tired. It had been consensual. Thankfully, she wasn't so terrible as to lie about that, but she thinks it's ridiculous. No one could live like that. No one should be able to fuck so much in a day. Almost twenty times, she said. Twenty! Thankfully, news like that doesn't to much to their stock-market.
Scientists write research papers trying to explain how much animal characteristics Shifters have in their human form, why Werewolves has knots and Werecats can cum up to a hundred times a day. They had to turn away half a dozen requests last month.
He suspects that there is something not quite right about the young girl as well, but not in a sense that would harm his employer. She is reserved and shy. Even after months of working in the confined space down in the basement with her colleagues, none of them appear to know her very well at all. She avoids eye contact, seeks comfort in repetitive motion of grooming her tail (her tail is something else he needed to take some use to), and most odd of all about her behavior is her ability to accept his employer's intense and sudden fixation on her without complaint.