Dominant Stranger I

He had been watching her, his kitten. Watching her sashay around in front of her open window, secretly desperate for a cruel, dominant stranger to take advantage of her.

But she needn’t worry, he planned on doing just that. But before he fucked her body, he would fuck her mind. By the time he got his hands on her, she would be dripping wet and empty-headed.

He watched his kitten with a predatory smile, his dick already straining against his pants at the thought of claiming her. She was so deliciously unaware of the danger lurking just outside her window, swaying hips teasing him as if she were an innocent temptress beckoning a forbidden suitor. The sounds of her soft moans reached his ears, her breathy gasps sending shivers down his spine. His heart raced at the thought of being the one to bring her to such heights of pleasure and pain. It was time to act.

With fluid movements born of years of practice, he slunk closer to the building until he was within touching distance, his body pressed against the cool brickwork. He could feel the vibrations from her window unit air conditioner through the wall, and it thrummed in time with his own pulse. Her scent wafted out on the warm breeze and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, savoring every intoxicating drop. She smelled like sweet sunshine and freshly baked cookies – a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped him. He gave a low growl of approval before pressing his hand flat against the glass, leaving a wet mark where his palm met hers.

His kitten’s eyes flew open in shock when she noticed him, but there was no fear in their depths yet. Only curiosity tinged with arousal. How he loved that look! A small smile pulled at his lips as she strolled over to the window, her slender fingers tracing patterns on the foggy glass as if they were braille for him alone. “Hello,” he whispered hoarsely against the pane, voice carrying through the thin barrier between them without raising suspicion from any neighbors who might be nearby. She peered down at him, her green eyes flashing with lustful curiosity. He knew he had her, hook, line and sinker now. His dick throbbed in anticipation as he watched her gently bite her lower lip, her gaze never leaving his.

“Who… who are you?” she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper. It was like music to his ears.

He shifted slightly, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against his aching dick with a delicious friction. “Your worst nightmare, little kitten,” he rasped back, taking pleasure in seeing her shiver at his words. She gasped softly before pressing herself against the window, arching her back suggestively.

“Then come and get me,” she challenged, her voice breathy and full of desire.

He chuckled darkly before standing up and beginning his ascent to her balcony. The climb wouldn’t be easy—he was no stranger to scaling buildings—but it only added to the thrill. As he reached the top and stepped onto the ledge, he inhaled deeply once more; this time taking in the scent of fear mixed with desire that emanated from her. It was intoxicating. He clambered through the open window effortlessly, not bothering to announce his presence further as he closed the gap between them in just a few hulking strides.

The room was dimly lit but still enough light for him to see every curve of her body clearly: those perky tits that begged for his mouth and hands; those rounded hips that begged to be gripped during their savage lovemaking; those plump lips inviting him in for a kiss… or more. The sweet smell of vanilla filled his nostrils.

She stood there, trembling as he stepped into the room. She had seen him before, in a bar, one night. He was so gorgeous and mysterious, with a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. His eyes were full of desire and mostly black, like coal burned by an unholy fire. He looked down at her, his body radiating heat and power. She wasn’t afraid – no, not really – because she knew what she wanted. She wanted him to take her.

He stood over her now, tall and strong. She felt small beneath his gaze. It sent shivers down her spine but also made her heart pound with excitement. She couldn’t believe that he was here now, in her bedroom. Her kitten-claw fingernails traced the skin of her own arms as she drew circles around herself, trying to calm her nerves.

“What do you want from me?” She asked it softly but strongly too, challenging him to answer truthfully.

Instead of speaking, he grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her close against him, pressing his hardness against her belly. She gasped as it felt so hot against her warm skin, and moaned softly from both pain and pleasure at the contact. His cologne filled her senses – something musky with hints of leather and smoke mixed in; it was intoxicatingly masculine and overwhelmingly dominant. As he leaned down to whisper into her ear, his breath fanned across her neck making small goosebumps rise up on her flesh: “Everything.”

His other hand slipped under the flimsy material of her tank top, caressing the smooth skin just below where it supported her breast. He pulled away slowly, teasingly, before moving his hand down to gently stroke along her side.

His lips moved down her neck, nipping gently, before he responded in a husky whisper, “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight.” His dominant scent surrounded them both as he pulled her closer still, his hardened length pressed tightly against her belly. She felt the heat emanating off of him, like a living flame that burned hotter than any lustful dream could conjure. Her body trembled with anticipation as he trailed his rough fingers over her bare skin, sliding over tiny beads of sweat that had already broken out across her flesh.

He pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it carelessly aside, revealing perfect tits that jutted out enticingly from her slender frame. They were full and ripe, begging for his mouth. Without further invitation or warning, he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth, suckling at the plump nipple roughly until she cried out softly – a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through her body. He loved hearing the sound of it escape those reddened lips as they parted.

As he shifted his attention to the other breast, pinching and pulling on it gently before drawing circles around the small nub with his tongue, he undid the button and zipper on his pants with one fluid motion. His dick sprung free from its confinement, standing tall and proud before him; veins pulsing with anticipation as if yearning for something only she could give him. With a predatory smile playing on his lips he stepped back slightly and watched as she looked upon his thick shaft for the first time; eyes wide with desire which only grew darker as she reached out hesitantly to touch it- curiosity getting the better of her.

He could feel her trembling fingers brush along his shaft, and a deep groan rumbled in his chest. His eyes held hers in their intense grip, daring her to continue. She hesitated only for a moment before wrapping her hand around him, tentatively stroking up and down his length. He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through the room. Her lips parted at the sound, and she stepped closer, leaning into him as she took him deeper into her hand. Her touch was nervous but bold, exploring every inch of him with curiosity and need.

When she peered up at him questioningly, he grabbed her chin roughly and pulled her mouth to his, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way past them with dominance and forcefulness that made her gasp into his mouth. She tasted like whiskey and desire, sweet and addictive. He broke the kiss to trail soft kisses along her jawline until he reached her earlobe, nipping gently as he whispered hotly against her skin. “Call me Master.”

She swallowed hard, feeling his demand course through her veins like a drug. “Master,” she murmured softly at first, then louder as she grew more confident under his gaze. “What do you want me to do?”

He smirked darkly before stepping back slightly. “Now that’s more like it.” His strong hands pushed down on her shoulders until she was on all fours on the bed; its softness beneath her body contrasted with the harshness of their new power dynamic.

The mere thought of dominating this willing kitten had him feeling aroused and ready. He gave her a gentle but firm slap on her backside, reveling in the control he had over her tonight.

To Be Continued….