The only noise that was consistent was a meowing echoing through the house. The cat wasn't seeable but it was there and it's front kept Ian on edge. Houses with ducky typically were high-risk and didn't always end with him getting what he wanted.

He moved quietly through the sustenance room- he had entered through the sliding doorway which to his surprisal had been unbarred. He was proficient in jimmying any lock he came across but this was a cakewalk.

In the living room he found a small box of OK jewelry, some charms and a locket of pure gold. He valued the find at around a thousand and grinned, this was a good household after-all- despite the cat.

He found himself in a bare room that had some odd looking furniture in it. A couch that seemed too sloped to be well-to-do to sit on and what looked like an X with straps on it. It kind of weirded him out, as well as how dark the room was with candles about. Regardless, he resumed his search.

When he opened the closet he blinked a few meter in surprise. There was a full leather suit- slim, with matching, commanding boots on the ground below them. There were several chests in the closet and upon inspecting one his face went pale what was worse, the cat had stopped it's constant meowing.

soul cleared their throat behind him.

Dropping his sack he turned prepare to face the homeowner, his own human face covered in a ski masque. In her hired man was something bulky with two prods. He sized her up, she was smaller than him. He could direct her.

"You looked estimable on your knees."She said bluntly, eyeing him up as well. Her face was one without worry. She had just found an intruder in her home, why wasn't she scared ?

She gestured at the bag on the flooring,"You know, what's in those chests are worth xx times that jewelry. They're priceless really. Especially in the right hands."

She walked towards him into the closet, so close that he actually took a step back out of surprise. She opened a bureau and pulled out a magnanimous version of the thing in her hand, this one was shaped like a dagger. She turned towards him and tapped a dim-witted button on it and spark off jumped into the air. His eyes grew wide-eyed with fear at it and his attention snapped back at her typeface. She meant business.

"Now, I can enjoin the cops that I made a misapprehension and my cat simply knocked over a vase, or you can get back down on your knees. You planned on spending the Nox at my theater your way but well now.. now you'll be spending it here my way."

She waited with the ECT in bridge player, hip cocked as he mentally processed what this woman meant. He was frightened at the thought of going to jail and further at the mentation of being at this woman's mercy. Despite this, Ian sank down to his knees, his heart keeping groom on her case. The woman replaced the shank and pat his head twice curtly. It felt demeaning and almost rewarding at once. Almost.

"You may only come up to me as young lady. You will be respectful or you will experience punishment. You will be called a number of matter, anything that tickles my fancy. Right now, you'll be pet. Understood ?"

"Yes…"he said, still lost on what he had gotten himself into. The glare she gave him had him shrink back as he corrected himself"y-yes M-miss. ”. Another two short pats.

"goodness boy. Now come along."

She walked briskly past him and down the hallway. Ian was stunned. Once in the hallway himself he looked back towards the sliding door, to freedom, and the other direction towards what he could only suppose as her bedroom. She had left him to consider for himself. Now was his probability !

Ian swallowed hard and walked into the shadow, towards his awaiting Miss. What in the earth was he doing ?

The room was simple yet stunning. The bed was large with tower on each corner. The woman- Miss- stood at the understructure of the bed, her weapon crossed. Seeing her fully in the dim luminance he examined her. She had on a childlike silk nightgown, one that clung to her consistence in all the aright spots.

"Strip."

Her finger started to slowly graze her pussylip just before his eyes. Her nails were shaped into a point and painted a oceanic abyss, almost wine-coloured colored red. It contrasted beautifully against her flower, which she opened her petal for him with two fingers. But when he reached forward she pulled back just far enough to deny him.

"Stay."

Was all she said as she caressed herself. She was intimate with her fingers and soon enough her backtalk glistened like a rosebud in the rainwater. He licked his lips. His peter ached. His eye kept flickering from between her face. It was only when he had his tongue lolling out of his face like a dog towards her bitch did she verbalize again.

"Ask correctly."

"May I, young woman ?"He sputtered weakly. He licked his lips greedily and couldn't stop the smile when she kissed her perfect lips to his ravenous ones. Ian thought that he might be in control here for a while with her tender flesh between his teeth but she sat down almost forcefully atop the man's mouth.

Dutifully, he did everything he could to give suck and lick her dent. He tilted his head up to lap at her nub, his mentum nearly piercing her folds. She let him tease her nub some before she smothered him once more.

MmmfffmmmffMsss"

Ian was gasping for air at this point while still trying to pleasure her. His lumbus ached with such force he thought he might simply explode by eating her out. But air. He needed to respire. He was acutely aware o how wet his mask was, how soaked in her scent it had become as she facefucked him.

When her legs finally started quivering and she oozed ointment onto his back talk did girl finally appropriate him to take a breather. He had nearly passed out from asphyxiation and he was delirious at that item when he saw her beautiful face again.

Even though he was lightheaded, he needed her more than he had ever needed anyone. He tried to reach down for his shaft to stroke himself, for any arousal at all but he remembered his bonds.

"Mis-Miss.. ah.. Miss ?"

She looked over her shoulder at him as she collected her night-robe, seemingly disinterested in him.

"Hm ?"

"C-could you…"he looked down pleadingly at his cock, standing at full attention in need.

"Could I…"

He swallowed again, aware of his sweat mixing in with her wetness. He thrust his hips up in desperation.

"Pl-please.."

She laughed, a cool jest that made his body ache and his nub sink.

"Did we not just get wind how to ask nicely ?"

"Pl-please fille please can I fuck you ?"

"Now.. that wasn't nice was it ? That wouldn't get you what you want."

He dropped his forefront on the pillow and let out a frustrated moan. How was he begging the individual he was robbing to please him ? He wanted her tactual sensation. No, he needed it.

"Please Miss may y-you bed me ? I need to feel you around my c-cock."He begged, nearly in tears from both disgrace and desperation.

At last, she climbed back onto the bed, onto him. She let her pussy hover just above his yearning cock once more and he really was crying at this point.

Ian felt her bridge player at the top of his head, gripping his mask and slowly, ever so slowly did she free him of it. His look was lustrous red, his hair matted and a hatful and there was no doubt about how red his middle were. She hovered her sassing just over his and whispered against them"What was that, my pet ?"

He answered barely above a whisper"Please make dear to me, fille"

"No."

He balked at her. The sheer level of thwarting had him lunge up towards her, the principal of his shaft hitting her lips that his knife had penetrated not moments before.

fille held just above his scope, allowing him to bang the air beneath her in a delirium as he tortured and wore himself out.

When his trend subsided and he was out of breathing spell she leaned down towards his ear and whispered, nipping his ear"Have we learned our moral about asking permission yet ?"

"Y-yes misfire"his voice broke.

Before he could ask her again Miss descended down around his aching cock, enveloping him within her petal-like sheepfold. She was ardent, pay for and he nearly came inside her the moment her hips were resting against his.

The sigh she left in his ear was indulgent than music and he could barely focus between her case so close to his and her entitle claiming of his manhood.

"C-can I cum in you, pl-please ?"

She smiled and increased her rhythm, and told him to ask again. His voice was even smooth, breathless as he asked again, and again until he was pleading without air for her permission.

She finally said yes.

Ian came, bucking up inside this stranger who so mesmerized him that his sight flickered and all energy left him. Her snatch pulsed around him, milking him for his seed. He laid limp as she dismounted him with Grace and loosen all of his binds. She returned his mask and his clothes to him and nodded at her door.

"You're dismissed, cat stealer. Think twice before entering without permission."

Ian dressed on wobbly legs, nodding at her and went to depart.

He paused at the room access, looking at her longingly.

"Miss ? M-might I be able-bodied to get along back tonight ?"

"You may. And bring ice."She smiled wickedly at him, knowing he was wound tightly around her fingerbreadth in a single Nox .