playing with my kitty

The scene in the bedroom contrasted sharply with the tension that had permeated the meeting room moments earlier. Upon entering the room, he saw a woman clad in a black latex suit that gave her a feline air.

Selina was reclining on the silk sheets; the black leather-like suit molded to every curve of her body like a second skin. Her smile was predatory, yet charged with a submission she reserved only for those powerful enough to tame her.

"I missed you, Michael," she purred, her voice sliding like velvet against his skin.

When Michael asked why she was there, she rose from the bed with a smile and began, "Well, Alfreda called me; she said you might need to relax before dealing with... whatever it is you're facing." Michael felt grateful to have such a competent housekeeper.

He walked toward her, and with a snap of his fingers, a black leather collar materialized around her neck. The click of the clasp echoed through the silent room. Selina let out an audible gasp, her eyes wide. The collar was not merely an accessory; it was a symbol that, in this domain, she was not the thief, but the possession.

"Good kitty," Michael whispered.

Driven by the instinct awakened by Michael's dominance, Selina knelt before him. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to lower the zipper of her suit. The sound of metal sliding against the material was hypnotic. The suit parted, revealing her pale skin and firm breasts, her nipples already hardened with anticipation.

She needed no orders. Selina wrapped her hands around the base of Michael's member, feeling the pulse of divine power emanating from him. She looked up imploringly before wrapping her warm, wet lips around the head of his cock.

The oral sex was visceral. Selina used her tongue with the precision of someone who knew exactly where to touch to elicit maximum pleasure. She sucked voraciously, alternating between the gentle pressure of her lips and deep suction, drawing a low, chest-vibrating groan from Michael. He felt her throat contract, taking him in completely, while her hands massaged his thighs.

Michael tilted his head back, feeling his climax surge like an electric shock. When the peak hit, he didn't hold back. He filled Catwoman’s mouth with strong, hot spurts of semen, feeling her throat work to swallow every drop.

But Michael had one last move in this game.

On a sudden impulse, he materialized a white porcelain bowl on the floor between Selina’s legs—adorned with gold accents, yet possessing the simplicity of a dog bowl. With a fluid motion, he finished ejaculating, filling the vessel with the hot, viscous fluid.

He grabbed her collar, pulling Selina’s head down and forcing her to look at the bowl.

"Drink, Selina. All of it."

She didn't hesitate. With a look of adoration and lust, Catwoman lowered herself; her pink tongue lapped at the porcelain rim, drinking her master's semen as if it were the most precious nectar in the universe.

As she licked the bowl clean, letting out a purr of satisfaction, Michael smiled.

(images created by Lawless)