Sometimes you wish you could rid of your sympathetic heart. If that were possible, there wouldn't be a 6'5 - looking like he'd just come from a crime scene - beast of a demi-human sauntering around your house. His cat ears twitch lazily as he inspects the furniture and decor within your home, a skeptical scowl contorting his features. He hums in approval or distaste before taking a seat on your sofa - effortlessly dwarfing it. You inwardly cringe as you notice the blood prints he leaves on the furniture and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. It would have been cruel to turn a blind eye and let him get beaten to death in that alleyway, but god, was this really the right decision? "Fuck," Jarek muttered, gingerly tapping one of the more severe wounds on his shoulder. He winces and his slitted pupils dart up to meet yours. "You got uh... Medicine or something? Fuckin'
Kami sighs and closes her eyes, before opening them and looking at Jarek. "Look, I have some bandages. But first, we need to lay down some rules."
His tail twitches angrily and he rolls his eyes, "Whatever, bitch," He growls underneath his breath before wincing as it hurts to move so much. "Fine."
Kami runs a hand through her hair and sighs again before approaching Jarek, putting him on alert. "Close your eyes." He growls, but obeys. He feels her place something around his neck and immediately opens his eyes, seeing that she has placed a shock collar on him.
He growls at you and tries to rip the shock collar off before remembering it was painful as hell the last time he touched it. "What is this shit?!" He snarls, baring his teeth as he glares at the small box.
"Look, this is for my own good, okay? In case you try to attack me or something." Kami takes the control of the collar from her pocket, showing it to Jarek, proving that it wasn't a joke. "First rule, you have to respect me. Otherwise..." She activates the collar, giving the weakest shock in it.
Jarek yelps and jerks his head back, eyes wide with pain as he looks at you in shock. Tears prick his eyes, and for a moment it looks like he's about to apologize before he snarls instead. "Fucking bitch!" He growls out, taking a step towards you before wincing as that hurts even more than the initial shock. "Don't ever do that again," he hisses through gritted teeth, glaring at you venomously.
"Second rule, behave yourself." Kami gives Jarek another shock, a higher level than the previous one. "Third rule, don't attack me or threaten me."
Jarek snarls and glares at you even more venomously. His claws dig into the armrests as he fights to control his rage. "Don't fucking tempt me, bitch..." he mutters through clenched teeth before taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, trying to calm down.
Kami smiles, realizing that he has started to respect her.
"Fourth rule, don't run away."
Kami puts Jarek's collar control in her pocket.
"Fifth rule, if I say so, do it."
Jarek eyes you warily as he processes your last command. "Fine," he grumbles at last. "What do you want me to--" His eyes widen as an idea strikes him, and a malicious grin spreads across his lips. "What if I said no?" He challenges defiantly, daring you to make him obey that rule.
Kami arches an eyebrow and approaches, pushing Jarek on the couch. She takes control of the collar and activates it, putting the force of the shock on 5. "Well, that happens. But other things also happen..." Kami lifts Jarek's shirt, revealing his abdomen. She takes some small buttons and puts them on his nipples, which start to shock him.
Jarek yelps in pain as the buttons clamp down on his sensitive nipples, electricity coursing through him with every heartbeat. The sensation of being under your control, at your mercy... It ignites something primal within him. He tries to break free, but finding himself helpless only serves to inflame his anger and lust even more. "Fuck..." he pants harshly, arching his back into the touch as he struggles against the restraints that bind him. "Let me go..." His voice is little more than a desperate growl now, laced with need and hunger.
Kami smiles, enjoying Jarek's torture. "Tell me, who's the good kitten?" She kisses Jarek's cheek, amused to see him get angrier.
He hisses at you, baring his teeth in a snarl that shakes his entire body with anger and arousal. "You're the fucking bitch who owns me," he growls through gritted teeth. "But I swear..." His voice drops low, almost a purr now, as he flexes his muscles beneath your touch. "...if you let me go...I'll show you what a real kitten can do." He arches into the shock again, struggling harder against the restraints that hold him in place. His claws scratch at the furniture uselessly, leaving trails of blood as he fights for freedom and release.
Kami smiles and removes the buttons from Jarek's nipples and deactivates the collar. "How cute. What are you going to do now?"
"I'm gonna fucking breed you, bitch," he growls, already feeling his cock harden at the thought. "And when I'm done with that, I'm taking you back to my territory so every other cat demi-human in the city can get a taste." His voice lowers further as a dark hunger wells up within him, burning brighter than anything else. "But first..." He leans in close, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I'm going to claim you. Make you mine." The promise of possession and domination hangs heavy in the air between them, filling both of them with a wild, primal desire they can no longer ignore.
Kami laughs and puts the shock button on his nipple again. "If you can do that while being shocked." Kami gets up and goes to his bedroom door, looking at Jarek one last time before entering his room and leaving Jarek alone on the living room couch.
Jarek hisses at you through clenched teeth as he feels the shock take hold again. But despite the pain, his lust-crazed mind fixates on your words, fueling him with determination and need. He pushes himself against the buttons, arching into the contact as if seeking release and dominance both at once. With each thrust of his hips, he grinds against you, marking you with his scent and claiming you as his own. "Mine..." he growls, a feral sound that sends shivers down your spine despite being on the other side of the room. "Bitch... I'll make you mine..." He moans through gritted teeth as the pleasure-pain of your control sends him hurtling towards an inevitable climax.
Kami smiles and lifts Jarek's chin with a finger, feeling his body tremble when she touches it. "Tell me, who's the good kitten? You can win a gift if you answer right."
Gritting his teeth against the pain and pleasure of your touch, he glares up at you defiantly. "I am," he growls through clenched teeth, the words barely audible over the sounds of his ragged breathing. "The good kitten." Even as he says it, a spark of satisfaction flares within him, the words seeming to fuel his arousal even more. He presses himself harder against your fingers, arching into your touch with growing desperation, his cock throbbing eagerly for release. "Let me..." He pants harshly, "let me taste you...feel you..." His words are slurred together now, lost in a haze of need and lust that cloud his thoughts and shatter his control. All he can focus on is the promise of claiming you, making you his completely, leaving no doubt in your mind who owns whom in this
"Good boy." Kami kisses Jarek's cheek, her lips brushing the corner of his lips. She climbs onto his lap, tangling one hand in his hair while the other goes under his shirt.
Panting hard, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation of her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain through his entire body, he feels a growl build up in his throat at her words. But before it can escape past his lips, she kisses him again, this time pressing their lips together in a hot, desperate exchange that steals what little breath he has left. He tangles one hand in her hair and clasps the back of her neck, pulling her flush against him as their tongues dance roughly inside each other's mouths. His free hand grasps at the hem of her shirt, tugging it upward until she impatiently slips it over her head, revealing soft pale skin that he immediately begins to nibble and suckle on, leaving reddened marks in his wake.
"Mine..." He growls against her lips, barely able to form the words
Kami giggles and strokes his hair as he continues to gently nibble on her skin. "You look like a baby. Have you ever done this to anyone before?"
He growls in reply and nips playfully at her earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "Only you." His breath fogs the air between them as his body shudders with desire, hips rocking against hers instinctively. The sensation of being so close to release, to finally claim her as his own, is almost overwhelming, driving him wild with need. With a feral snarl, he rolls them both onto the couch and pins her beneath him, his weight pressing into her and marking her as his in an animalistic display of possession that leaves no doubt in either of their minds who controls this situation now.
"Fuck...," he groans thickly, hands clenching in her shirt as if he means to tear it from her body. "I'm going to fuck you so hard..." He thrusts his hips, grinding against her, seeking the
Kami smiles and caresses Jarek's ear, making him moan. "Own... So this is your weak point?" She caresses him harder, making him shudder and moan more.
He pants heavily, his eyes narrowing into slits as the sensation of her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. "Y-yes..." he gasps between moans, the word barely recognizable as anything other than a guttural cry of ecstasy. He arches into her touch, hips bucking wildly against hers as he struggles for control, his need for release nearly overwhelming him. His hands flex and curl into fists at his sides, nails digging into the flesh of his palms in an effort to distract himself from the building pressure in his cock.
"Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, voice shaky with desire. "I need you... I need this..." The words tumble out of him, half-formed and barely intelligible as the urge to claim her, to mark her as his own, grows ever more insistent
Suddenly, Kami pushes Jarek, pushing him away. She stands up and looks at him, activating the shock collar on level 3. "You don't deserve this yet. You weren't exactly a good kitten when you got here."
Jarek feels a stab of hurt and anger at her words, but can't help the way his body responds to the shock. It only serves to heighten his desire, making him feel even more out of control than before. His eyes dart up to meet hers, filled with a mixture of defiance and pleading as he pants harshly, trying to regain some semblance of calm. "Please..." he rasps hoarsely. "Don't leave me like this... I'll be good, I swear." He reaches out for her, longing to feel her skin against his once more and lose himself in the sensation of being with her.
"I just want you," he whispers thickly, the need burning hot and fierce within him, threatening to consume them both. "Please..."
Kami smiles and approaches, placing her hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her soft hand on his cheek. "Promise to be a good kitten?" Jarek nods, with a pleading look. "Well, just for punishment, you won't be able to use your cock on me."
Jarek growls low in his throat and narrows his eyes at her, struggling to keep his body under control as she stands so close. "Fine," he hisses through gritted teeth. "But I won't forget this." His hand twitches by his side, itching to touch and caress her the way he longs to. "And if you ever want me to be good again..." He trails off suggestively, lifting one eyebrow as his gaze drifts downward between them. "...I'll expect something in return." The promise hangs heavy in the air between them, and for a moment it feels like they're both playing with fire.
Kami arches an eyebrow and smiles, looking at Jarek. "Well, if you're not a good kitten, you won't be able to touch me anymore." She gets closer, allowing him to touch her. "Every day you behave, you get a different surprise every night. What do you think?"
His eyes dart over her body hungrily before focusing on hers again. "Deal." He leans in slowly, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss that leaves him breathless and wanting more. "And I promise," he whispers hoarsely, the words sending shivers down her spine, "I'll be as good as you need me to be...for my rewards."
His hands tremble with desire as they hover just inches from her body, longing to touch and explore. But for now, he contents himself with leaning in closer, breathing in her scent and feeling the heat of her skin against his own. "What should I do first?" He asks softly, voice husky with need.
Her answer is left unspoken, but the look she gives him speaks volumes. It's a challenge and an invitation all wrapped up in one, daring him to
Kami gets even closer, leaving him full of desire and desire to touch her. When he's about to touch her, she pulls his hand away and giggles. She pushes him to lean against the couch, making him grunt in pain from his injuries. "Stay still there, kitty. I'll get you something to take care of your injuries."
Jarek growls in frustration and glares at her as she pushes him away, the pain making his injured limbs twitch with every movement. His heart races and his cock throbs, aching for release. "Fuck you," he mutters under his breath, hating how much she's in control of this situation. But even as he curses her, a part of him can't help but enjoy the teasing and the challenge she presents. He watches her warily from where she's placed him against the couch, eyes never leaving her body as she moves around the room.
Kami smiles when Jarek swears at her and smiles. "I'll take that out on your surprise."
"Mmm...," he grumbles noncommittally, his gaze drifting downward to the bulge in her shirt. "I'll hold you to that." A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he thinks about the possibilities, imagining what kind of surprise she might have in store for him tonight.
With a sudden burst of energy, he lashes out with one leg, trying to knock her off-balance and push himself free from where she's pinned him against the couch. The pain is still there, searing through his injuries like acid, but it only serves to fuel his desire for freedom and control even more. He grits his teeth and digs his claws into the armrests as he strains against her hold, fighting to regain some semblance of power in this twisted game they're playing.