You are MINE (closed)

[Asa]

Yes but I stabbed the knife into the bar to fight him hand to hand. Yeah him not being dead is a new one. Especially fighting that close quarters.

She looked to Lance at the bar listening to Greg's idea about Lance's office and purred near his ear.

 

[susurrus]

Greg couldn't help the smile that came to his face when Gabriella gave him her non-verbal take on his suggestion.

Taking the glass from her hand, he placed it on the bar, then grabbed his girlfriend's hand, leading her from behind the bar.

"Lance, since you're out here, we're going to use your office. See you later." There was no question, he wasn't asking permission. They walked right past Lance, to his office and shut the door, locking it behind them.

***

Lance watched Greg and Gabriella hug and cuddle there in front of him with a degree of envy. Yeah, he knew she'd told him in no uncertain terms that there was no way, but she was so fucking hot, he couldn't help holding out the hope that somewhere along the line she'd throw him a bone. It had never been a question before. He was a tall, good-looking guy, and when ladies saw his equipment, any qualms they had previously evaporated. This one hadn't fallen for any of it. It only made him want her more. However, as he'd stated many times before, he was no rapist, and besides, she was Greg's girl, and he wasn't about to get in the middle of that. Greg was probably the closest thing to a friend he had, and besides, the cop also had enough on him that, should he manage to piss the guy off enough, Greg could use the law to put him away for quite a while.

So, Lance sat there and sipped his drink, imagining what was going on in the office he was usually getting the pussy in...

 

[Asa]

Once he had closed and locked the door behind them she turned to look at him with that same innocent act she had used her entire first week she worked in the bar.

Well... Now what officer?

She was twirling a stray curl biting her lip in an innocent smile.

 

[susurrus]

When he turned from locking the office door, Greg found Gabriella fiddling with her hair, a shy look on her face. She looked exactly like she had when she first walked through the door. Well, not quite. Then, she wore light colored, lightweight fabrics that gave her the illusion of innocence. Right now, the only thing innocent was the act; she still wore the high heels, skin-tight jeans and almost-as-skin-tight tank top. The dichotomy was stark, but aroused the fuck out of him.

Well, fuck, if she wanted to role play, he'd play along.

"Little girl, you've been very bad. You hurt that man back there, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you to jail for it."

 

[Asa]

Well if that were the case you wouldn't have locked us in here. Now would you officer.

She walked over to him still twirling her hair seeing the arousal written in his eyes.

I think the officer has far naughtier things in mind.

 

[susurrus]

"Little girl, you read my mind," Greg growled in response, welcoming the shapely woman into his embrace. "Convince me I shouldn't haul your ass in."

 

[Asa]

Easily...

She purred as she shoved him down on the couch and moving to straddle his lap pinning him into the couch. Her hips ground against him as she kissed him rough and passionate.

 

[susurrus]

The innocent act evaporated, a predatory leer appearing on Gabriella's face. Now the face matched the body. Greg loved whichever role she wanted to play.

He knew the couch he slammed into had experienced an awful lot of sex of various kinds over the years. It was going to get some more.

Gabriella climbed on and kissed him madly. The adrenaline still coursing through his body had him horny enough, he matched her frenzy with a madness of his own.

His hands started at her back, but slid down her incredible curves until they came to her perfect ass. There, his fingers opened wide and grabbed the tightly encased cheeks as if he was holding her up.

"Let's let 'em know what we're really up to in here," Greg panted after several minutes, before going back to kissing. "It'll drive Lance fucking crazy."

 

[Asa]

She nipped at his lips pulling intently at his shirt.

Wonder if he has any cameras in here?

Once his shirt was open she growled next to his ear...

Ready to play rough pet?

 

[susurrus]

Greg said, "I don't know if there are cameras in here or not. If so, I didn't help him set them up. Doesn't mean there aren't any, though. If there are, I say we give him a show to watch over and over, babe."

He placed a hand on Gabriella's tightly-clad breast. "Bring it on sexy."

 

[Asa]

She ground her hips against him and bit at his lips. Standing she stared down at him.

Time for pet to strip... Now.

She was going to show Lance if there were cameras in his office just what it looked like for someone to submit to her.

 

[susurrus]

"Time to strip, pet."

Greg smiled. It'd been a while since they'd played this way. He liked everything they did sexually, but he did love when Gabriella took complete charge. He knew why she was doing this. Not that it mattered to him, but if Lance did record what went on in his office, this would make his fucking head explode.

Stepping away from the beautiful dominatrix he'd confessed his love to, he began unbuttoning his shirt, keeping an eye on Gabriella the whole time, watching for cues as to how quickly he should disrobe.

Slowly, he undid each button, making sure to reveal what lay beneath before moving on to the next, even though what was revealed was merely a T-shirt. There'd be skin soon enough.

It didn't take long before his shirt fluttered to the floor, leaving him in a nearly skin-tight white T. Soon, that joined his shirt, leaving him completely bare-chested for his beautiful Mistress.

Next, of course, came the pants. He kicked off his shoes as he began undoing his belt, then opened his trousers. His pants fell to the floor, and he pushed his underwear down with them, following those down so he could get rid of his socks, too.

Nude, he picked up his clothes and carried them over and placed them on a table, then came back and stood before his fully clothed girlfriend, cock stiff and waiting for whatever she decided to do next...

 

[Asa]

Now... Help me out of these pesky clothes pet.

She winked

Now.

 

[susurrus]

At that order, Greg wasted no time. He rushed over to Gabriella and started getting her out of her clothes. She didn't assist at all, she simply left it to him to reveal her gorgeous body.

Soon, she was topless, and he wanted little more than to stand there and merely make love to her incredible breasts, but there was more of her to expose, and he certainly had no intention of not getting to see every nude inch of her.

Her tight pants were a little more difficult to remove, but persistence paid off, and he popped the garment off her and down until the high-heeled boots she wore got in the way. Greg hated the thought of taking those off her, but there was no way to get her pants off otherwise.

Carefully, he slipped off her boots so he could get her bottomless as well as topless, and when that was accomplished, he looked up at her and grabbed a boot, holding it to her foot once more.

 

[Asa]

Oh pet likes the boots hmm... Even though they nearly ended a man's life tonight?

She slipped the boots back on with a wink.

 

[susurrus]

Greg didn't answer Gabriella's question. The cop in him didn't really want to think about that part of the evening. Callis may have deserved such treatment - it was a sure bet he'd sent plenty of people to their ends over the years - but his training, both as a cop and as a boy, taught him such decisions weren't for common people to make.

He helped Gabriella slide her feet back into her boots, then moved back, staying on his knees, his eyes roaming up and down the full effect of seeing her gorgeous nudity clad in the knee-high, stiletto heels. It made his cock throb.

"You're beautiful, Mistress," he breathed after a few seconds. "Do with me as you will."

He waited to see what his beautiful, dominating girlfriend had in mind for him...

 

[Asa]

Well get back on that couch now.

She watched him with a smile.

Now the question is to ride my pet or just toy with him till he begs?

 

[susurrus]

Greg's cock throbbed at either of Gabriella's options. "Whatever Mistress wishes. My body is your playground."

 

[Asa]

She leaned down to her jeans and collected the claws from the pocket always keeping at least one hand set on her. Slipping them on she winked at Greg

Yes I know all of that pet just never know what I want to do. I enjoy all of my pet so much.

Claws danced up his chest and abs as she spoke

 

[susurrus]

Given all that had gone on that evening, and the side of Gabriella he'd seen, Greg was a little apprehensive when she dragged out the claws. However, he trusted her not to turn such fury against him unprovoked. The sense of danger gave him a weird thrill, and his cock began to drip.

When the cold, sharp steel touched his body, he couldn't hold back the moan that came to his lips. In truth, he didn't want to hold anything back. He'd told Gabriella could do anything with him she liked. He trusted her not to step over any lines... well not too far, anyway.

As he felt the dig of the claws into his flesh, almost, but not quite, breaking the skin, he felt it in his groin. His genitals ached with pleasure, his asshole clenched, he was hers.

He sat up on his heels, arms held out to his sides, giving Gabriella, his girlfriend, his lover, his she-tiger, access to his entire being. He'd be covered in red stripes when this was over, but they'd fade in a few days. The lingering memory of this encounter would stay with him much longer than that.

She'd fuck him when she was ready. He had little doubt of that. Until then, she'd play.

Gabriella already had him to the point where she could have told him to go out into the bar and take up the pose he was in right in the middle of the dance floor, and he'd have done so wihout hesitation. Now, THAT would really make Lance fucking nuts. Gabriella dressed as she was would probably make him cum on the spot.

Greg merely closed his eyes as Gabriella continued to caress him with her iron claws. He concentrated on the sensation of her claws on his skin, waiting for what came next...

 

[Asa]

The claws dancing over him with varying pressure or lack there of never to hurt only to entice and excite the nerves. She licked her lips watching his every reaction.

Talk to me pet...

 

[susurrus]

Hearing her ask him to speak, Greg opened his eyes and looked up into her gorgeous eyes but only after letting his gaze caress every curve on the way up, from where her shapely kegs began from the top of her boots to the beautiful haven of her sex, over the smooth perfection of her torso and across the round fullness of her breasts. He admired his way up her body with no shame, no embarrassment. She posed there before him just as he posed for her.

For several seconds, Greg merely looked, his arousal growing each second. He wasn't sure what to say, but she wished he speak, so he'd find something.

"I love you," he said simply. "Make me howl, beautiful woman."

 

[Asa]

Do you fear me after what you saw tonight? We have never had any reason till now for you to see how my brothers trained me after Vince and the others.

She spoke softly as she let the claws trail up his back.

 

[susurrus]

Greg looked up into Gabriella's eyes.

"I love you. I trust you." He had given her no reason to mete out the kind of treatment he'd seen earlier. He trusted her to keep that separate from what they were doing right at that moment.

 

[Asa]

That does not answer my question pet. So answer it. I know you would not suspect me of mixing that with this but has it changed any view of me by my love and pet?

She purred again.