A new proud member of the family

Chapter 85

Denise Van Buren steps out of the beam of light and closes the bathroom door slow and silently. She stands before you in the clothes you and Melina gave her. The black bra and panties suit her perfectly and automatically draw your eyes to the curves of her nicely developing body. If life treated her just a little bit better she wouldn't have to stand here. Even if she now wants it so. The white of her breasts is highlighted by the black of the fabric and her nipples poke excitedly into the velvet fabric. She has her hands hidden behind her back and her stomach rises with the excited breath. Her shoulders are a little tense to match her thighs, which press her legs together. Her panties wrap tightly around her lap and play with her rear. It's permeable on the sides and you can see her pretty perfect skin here too. Only now do you notice that she has a small birthmark on her right side a few inches from her bellybutton. When the door closes behind her, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the darkness. Eventually you realize that she is wearing nothing but the bra and panties.

"Hey" she mumbles and confirms with her soft and somewhat shaky voice that you have Denise in front of you and not your kitten. You don't feel anything negative about that. Denise as a person is way more than enough for you to get excited. Your soldier down below sees that so too.

"Hey" you reply with a bit more vibration in your throat than you would have expected. You have just leaned against the bed and have a pillow in your hand. Now you too remain in your position and suck in the sight of Denise. “You look so god damn beautiful” you say and straighten up. You can recognize the girl more and more and see her nervousness but also the desire for more. Well, primarily the nervousness.

"Thank you" sounds her voice and also seems grateful. "Sorry that it took me so long," she says quickly and looks a little ashamed to the side. You grin widely.

“No reason to apologize. You own the whole night.” Denise smiles and glances quickly at the bathroom door.

"I stood in front of the mirror for a long time," she says and looks at you again. "I got dressed and then I stood up and asked myself what I was actually doing here." You laugh softly.

“Yes, I can understand that.” Maybe she has a little drill sergeant too? "And did you find an answer?"

"No." She shakes her head and her mood lightens up. "But that doesn't matter." Bare feet rustle over the rough carpet and carry her to your bed. At some distance from you, she hesitantly stops. You come towards her and stand in front of her. Your body is much bigger than hers and towers over her by more than a head, so that Denise has to lift her eyes to look at you. She looks so **** in the twilight of the hotel room and her mouth twitches as she tries to choose between a small smile and a nervous grin. Her hands are still folded behind her back, surely to prevent them from swinging wildly in an attempt to let out her nervousness. _She knows how to behave in front of a man, _you recognize. She isn't inexperienced in her trait. You will keep that in your mind and drill you not to underestimate her, her feelings and experiences.

“Are you ready?” You ask gently. The slightest sign of discomfort would stop your unbelievable lust like a tiger tank the advance of four Shermans. You want to tell her to decide. That she is more important than you. That she needn't be afraid. But all of this would surely only overwhelm her and you will bring yourself to show her not with words but with actions that she is safe with you. Safe forever. You still don't know if sex with Denise is the answer, but it's far too late for thoughts like that. You have decided on a path and Denise decides how to go on. But you will always be together. “Do you want that?” Denise braces herself and takes a soft breath. Her navel moves with her breaths and briefly draws your attention to it. Then your eyes snap back to her beautiful face. Her mouth opens in response.

"I don't know." Okay... you can... work... with that... somehow. Denise bows her head and you put your hands on her shoulders soothingly. Four fingers play a bit in the valleys and hills of her contours and she likes that, comes even a bit closer to you. Then her voice comes from below. "But you." With that, her hands come out from behind her back. At the same time she takes a step back and holds the collar and leash in her hands.

Slowly you take the things out of her hands and as soon as the weight of them leaves her body, she puts the responsibility for her actions and the future in your hands, her body visibly relaxes. You, however, become more tens and even tenser. But that's how you wanted it too. But before you turn Denise, you carefully put her belongings on the bed next to you. Then you put your fingertips under her chin and lift it up so that she looks you in the eye. She recognizes a warm and sincere smile on your face, but says nothing. You give her a kiss on the forehead and a low whimper penetrates her pressed lips. Then your lips travel down over the tip of her nose to her mouth. Before you put your lips on hers, you look at her one last time.

"I love you" you whisper. Then you kiss Denise long and soft and feel how she gets used to you. She trembles a bit but that isn't a bad sign anymore. "Come," you say and point to the bed, slowly finding the mix between a commanding tone and sooting behavior. Denise puts her hand in yours and lets herself be guided the few feets. Slowly, carefully, she sits down on the soft mattress with her petite bottom, sinks a bit in it and looks at you. You push the duvet aside, you don't need it now. The fan on the ceiling sends cool air through the room on your bare skin. At the same time your eyes fall on the collar next to you. Then you very much look at each other. A questioning look. A silent answer. A delicate smile. "OK."

Melina adhered to your requirements when purchasing the collar. Not too big, not too heavy, and easy to use. At first you wanted a collar with a Velcro fastener, but Melina sent you several versions of her middle finger on her cell phone and said that you surely could tie belt. And she was right (as always). It's a special moment. Yeah damn, definitely one of the highlights of your life. You and Denise next to each other on the bed, her torso facing you. Denise has her eyes closed and her hands are relaxed in her lap. Maybe not so relaxed, her fingers are curled up but her knuckles have the color of chinaware and not ill styropor. You look down at the collar one last time, then at your newest girlfriend's face. Her smile is heavenly and it melts your heart. You lift the collar to her neck, run your fingertips over her skin and make her shudder. She shakes her head and tosses her hair back for you. Then she hums as the dark leather touches her skin. It doesn't take long and you don't act like an idiot. With that, Denise has changed. She slowly opens her eyes and the first thing she sees in her new life is you. A blissful smile covers her mouth and her eyes sparkle. You too smile contentedly. Neither of you says anything but from now on you are the only one who will speak.

"Almost done," you say happily with a silent voice. Denise opens her mouth but remembers her oath and bites her lip in a cute way. Instead of answering, she nods excitedly. The hair clip with the ears is next to you. It's the next thing you put on her. Denise closes her eyes again and enjoys the moment. You take your time and shape the person in front of you to the best of your knowledge and belief. Then the leash snaps shut and Denise opens her eyes. “You know the rules?” you ask one last time. You get a hum in response and the brightest smile Denise has ever send to you. Then there is only one thing left to do.

You take the leash in one hand, get up and Denise follows you with bright eyes. You're nervous, but you're not trying to show it. There is no way you want to humiliate the girl. All of this is for maintaining and improving her self-esteem, not for your entertainment. All you have to do is move the leash in one direction and Denise follows you without pulling the cord taut. Her new way in life leads her to the middle of the bed where she squats and you can admire her in all her wonderful splendor. She looks... proud. Quite different from the scene she portrays with Melina. She has found her place. Denise already had sex in her life. How much do you not know, but you know exactly about the moral implications. You won't have to treat her as carefully as Millie, and definitely not as rough as Emma. And on the other hand, you will have to exercise a completely different kind of caution.

The girl's looks pull you to the bed and immediately afterward you crouch across from each other. Denise doesn't move, just looks at you expectantly and with faithful eyes. How can you not love such a cute being? How can you get your own benefit from such a beautiful, lovely and trustworthy person? You're happy inside that you don't know the answer. And with the knowledge that you are better than the monsters that have haunted her in her life so far, you too can indulge in the lust that has already seized her. Of course it starts with kissing. Lots of kisses. You take your time and explore the body of your property with your hands and mouth. Her gaze is on you the entire time you slide your lips down her cheeks, down her neck to her belly. She doesn't say a word as you work your way up again. But she's breathing harder and her fingers dig into the sheets next to her body. She's still sitting upright and when you run your hands over her breasts, she gasps. Melina also included you when buying her underwear, so you know where the clasp is between her lovely cups. You look deeply at each other as you run your finger up from her stomach. She gets more nervous when you play around her small breasts, which still are a little bigger than the ones of Millie. First, you want to ask her if everything is okay and if you should continue, but then you remember your agreement. All that is left to Denise is a surprised squeak when you poke your finger into her bra and let the clasp snap open.

Her breasts are incredibly soft, except for the nipples, which greedily stretch out towards you. Her body is in harmony with her mind and they both want you. It's exhilarating to see what's going on on her face as you move on. Denise wants to say something, but then bites her lip. Instead, she automatically falls back on cute little sounds and low moans. You don't talk much either. You have no one to talk to. All that counts for you is to make this night as special as it can get for your cute and still somewhat nervous pet. But you grin at the thought of what's going on in your partner's mind. She looks at you expectantly and waits for your next step. You don't want to torment her, you don't want to keep her waiting and you don't know if you could take it either. You put your hands on her shoulders, which earlier slide over her elevations and gently push Denise down onto the sheets. She is light and helps you move her with her body. You make sure that her head is on several pillows and that she can see what you are doing to her. She clings to her pillow with one arm, the other digs into the bed sheet as you toss her bra aside. You move slowly between her legs and pull them apart so far that your body now hovers over her. You pull her knees up against you and bend her legs. Then your hands wander down on them, across her lap to her stomach. Your touch makes her twitch and fidget and you apply a little more pressure to keep her still. She whimpers a little and her middle rises towards you, only to be pushed down again by your body. You don't want to satisfy this part of her lust yet. First, you bend over to her and take one of her breasts in your mouth. You think that her previous 'lovers' didn't waste a lot of time on foreplay and you want to show your girlfriend/kitten that you are different. And it works great. She seems surprised that you concentrate on her upper half and observes your doings with excited but unsure eyes. She nibbles on her knuckles as you go on but the edges of her mouth are curled into a wicked little smile. She seems to know what you are want to du but wonders why you are doing it.

Then her eyes widen as you take her hard nipple in your mouth and gently run your teeth over it. She gets goosebumps and more whimpers and humms come to your ears. You grin and use your hand to find her other breast. Together with your mouth you spend several long minutes showing Denise that she is not just made of holes that a man can fill. Slowly she seems to get it and her hands find a comfortable place on your head and dig into your hair. More whimpers. More twitches. Nevertheless, you don't let yourself be deterred and in this little person you recognize a new kind of power that intoxicates you. Not a mutual consent but a trust that you have to earn every second of your life. And to earn it is exhilarating because the reward that opens up in front of you in the form of Denise Van Buren is indescribable. Her fingers dig tighter into your hair, but you've already given up wearing a different hairstyle than someone who's electrified. Because that's you. As you get up you can even dare to nip on one of her nipples with your teeth and a light giggle rewards you. Denise is surprised by that and shuts her mouth fast. Than she gives you an apologizing smile. But then her hands close around your neck and want to pull you down to her again. With a nasty grin, you release her not very tight grip and press her arms onto her chest. You put her fingers on her breasts and signal to her that she should continue with your work. Then you dip your head further down her, kiss the area just above her navel and hear her gasp sharply again as your mouth reaches her panties.

"Hngnhh..." Is the only thing that comes out of her mouth as your hands hook the waistband of her panties and pull them down by her legs. She is not shy and you actually notice the experience that she sadly already has. The only guaranteed difference is the look of love and certainty she gives you as she spreads her legs for you. It happens slowly, lovingly and with her undeniable consent. Her panties also land on the floor next to the bed. With the knuckle of her index finger between her light-colored teeth, she watches you admiring her body, shaking your head. The leash forms a dark line that extends between her breasts, across her stomach, to one side of her body. A shy smile shows you how she's feeling. You press your bodies together. Denise pulls her legs closer to her and spreads them a little more to make room for you. In a bit of a hassle you take off your boxer shorts and when you present yourself to her, a wave of surprise and lust washes her nervousness almost completely away. You don't ask if she is ready. You see it in her gaze and feel it on the tip of your cock rubbing against her entrance. Denise rises to meet you, but is pushed down again. But this time you don't keep her waiting. No more foreplay. You want it. She wants it. And she earned it with her life. The first few inches make her freeze. With the next, she takes in the air, and the next let her forget the world. You take her head in your hands, pull her upper body up towards you and push her lap forward. She presses her crotch vigorously against you and when your mouths meet again, Denise pressed together and nestled against you, her whimpering becomes a speechless plea. Her wide-open eyes and her twitching lap cheer you on and when you start to move inside her, Denise opens her mouth and stares at you wordlessly and in pure devoted admiration.

The sight only cheers you on. But you still have to keep yourself under control, which seems almost impossible in view of your bedfellow. Somehow you manage not to let your thrusts get too rough and to give her the protection and the support she needs with your hands. She may have had sex already, maybe it was good too. You don't care. You are not here to compete with anyone. The real gain lies in the small tears in the corners of her eyes, her low and high pitched moans and her lips pressed together, trying desperately to suppress the cries of pleasure that build up inside her. She is brave and her knuckles turn as white as the sheets as they claw into them. Her whole body twitches as you drive into her. And not small twitches. She is rocked by them every time you are completely in her. Your body presses your shaft into her and she looks at you with eyes that maybe seem fearful but in reality reflect the wonders that you bring to her. She looks at you all the time and her fingers fly from the sheet up to her breasts to show you that she wants to obey you. But every time you bump into her and bring her happiness, lust, satisfaction and the desire for more, her body tenses again with pleasure. This goes on for a few minutes and Denise is washed away by the alternating feelings like a piece of wood by the unstoppable flood.

Then her legs close around you in a more than welcoming act of free will and you let your body sink down, lucky, that you done a good job for your girlfriend. You support yourself with your arms next to her and you smile at each other, recognize what you mean to each other, and what the future has in store for you. Then the expression on her face changes and Denise tenses up again. You feel it all over her body as your kitten has to pull herself together. Her whimpering is stifled by you as you help her keep her composure. Your lips are still the best way to silence her, and judging by her gaze, she'll thank you for it. You shake your head in disbelief and look at the body below. You are almost overwhelmed by the unconditionality that speaks in her gaze. You could do anything to her now. Now, at this moment, Denise is most ****. She lies under you, wants as much body contact as possible and her hands hardly dare to move you to something. She watches your every move and when you move, she does too. She gets closer to you when you want to kiss her and she moves to the side you want her on. She wants to be guided and she wants you to do it. And you want to show her that she can trust you.

"Come on, kitten" you grin and straighten up again.

"Hmm" comes towards you as your shaft slides out of her. She looks enchanted at your shiny thing and holds out her hands for it. You catch them and hold them back, which produces a disappointing sound from Denise. Still, she follows your guidance and held herself back. Smiling apologetically, you take the leash in your hand and an eager smile flits across the face below you. You don't have to pull a lot and Denise gets up slowly and still a little weak on the limbs. With your help, you turn her over and have her rise up on her hands and knees with her bum facing you. She throws you a lustful look over her shoulder, which immediately becomes nervous again when she sees your cock looming over her bum. Her black velvet ears protrude from her blond hair and you concentrate on the girl's reaction as you slide your hand between her legs. She is very warm, very sticky, and very soft between her thighs, and she hums contentedly when you pull her into position. She lifts her bottom for you until it's at the right height. Then you take her leash in one hand, pat her back with the other until she arches her back and pulls her shoulders up.

Then you run your hand over her back, draw lines along her spine and slide down over her buttocks. You put your butt against her hole and watch how the being underneath you moves her bottom slightly. Denise already imagines your thrusts and feverishes them. She shows no fear, just nervousness, which you have seen many times. She lets you guide her, but is happy about it. It works out. She is happy, loves you, and is content. In this happy moment, it is a privilege for you to hold her happiness in your hand. Literally. And now you allow yourself to enjoy the warm tightness of Denise as well. This is a kind and trustworthy human being, more or less with her equipment on. But right now you show her with your groans of satisfaction that she has the same effect on you than otherwise. She has enormous value for you and she can make you feel good too. She looks as proud as she can be as you bottom out in her and enjoy how her walls contract and want to keep you inside of her. She already knows what she's doing and works with you without taking the lead herself. Her body is experienced but her soul and spirit experience this togetherness for the first time. For you, it's sex with someone you grew very, very dear to very quickly. For Denise it's sex like she always wanted it to be. Again she looks over her shoulder and a silent laugh shows you that you were right with your assumption. Again her face changes and again she seems surprised how good you feel inside her. Like a good little pet, she keeps still, leaving you to control the speed, depth and angles. You offer her the full program, make an effort and control yourself so that she can completely let herself go. And it works. She often loses her strength in her arms and sinks down into the pillow. She whimpers, whines and hums. She bites the pillow. But her bubble but always presses against you and doesn't let go of you. Denise concentrates the power in her petite and battered body at the point where you can please her the most.

As soon as you feel that you are pushing her too hard, you push into her more slowly and gently. You pat her back, make her turn her head on the pillow to you. Her arms hang limp at her side but she gives you a totally amorous look. There is a slight blush around the tip of her nose and her pupils are dilated as if she were ****. The sex isn't rough or demanding, but Denise is getting weaker and weaker. Somehow you know that you are helping her. You have no proof of this other than her angelic smile. She relaxes. Years of struggle fall away from her. It was a long, hard day. Denise used so much strength just to get here. At this point in her life. To you and this evening. And now she can afford to let go. Not just physically. Her soul finds rest. You slide your arms under her exhausted body and help her back into a crouching position. Her arms regain their old strength as they snap up and straighten their cat ears. Because of your bumps and her head on the pillow, they had slipped and almost fell off her head. Grinning shyly, she looks over her other shoulder and covers her ears while you hold back with your thrusts. It is a new kind of harmony that you two experience and you give Denise the togetherness that she has always wanted. Sex with you does something to their soul and spirit. You can see it in her face. There are passion and desire, there is also love and trust. But deep beneath these feelings there is some kind of healing that cannot be described. But you see it. Life and in color you save a person's soul.

When the ears are seated again and the leash falls down between her breasts on the ruffled sheets, Denise grunts contentedly. You intensify your thrusts again and her toes cramp up and her lower leg muscles do the same. Her head droops, her hair covers her face, and her fingers crumple the pillow under her. Still, she keeps her ears in place. They're not a nice toy for her anymore. You also recognize that. You create new life and the ears, the collar and the lash are the proof of that. Without them, Denise is just Denise. With them, Denise is something else. Something more. You have done it. You created another being in Denise without pushing her aside. A new being arises under you, driven by you and devoted to you. When she comes the second time, Denise becomes something else. She is yours and when you rest your hands on her butt and can only moan, you accept her as your own. You are not coming yet. With your last willpower you pull on the leash and this time you have to pull a little tighter to tear her out of her lust mist. In a trance she turns around, still twitching with lust and love.

The first shots of cum in her face surprise her. It's like she is woken up from a dream when they hit her in the face. A long stream lands across her nose, another at the corner of her mouth. You are a little startled when you see the confusion that plays on her face and is covered by you. But then she realizes what is happening and almost pounces on your boner. She quickly takes it into her mouth and when you feel her tongue on your spear it becomes a fantastic orgasm. While Denise plays with her new plaything, letting her tongue slide around it and her hands resting on your hips, you enjoy the moment. It is also something special for you to see the girl. Until a few days ago you would not have thought it possible to ever experience something like this. Now sex with a beautiful girl is no longer so earth-shaking. But for you, Denise is so much more than just good, no, fantastic, sad and loving sex. Her eyes shine with joy as she swallows your juice and there is no doubt - neither for you nor for her - that she has found her place. Likewise her peace and a way into the future. And you have the incredible luck of a person who gives herself completely to you. And you got the trust - through Denise and her love for you - that you can own this person and that it can actually do something good, do something good.

"From now on you belong to me Denise," you say and it sounds right to say that. Another tear trickles from her eye and mixes with your sperm on her face. An angel's smile is contrasted by her tongue brushing the corner of her mouth and guiding your milk into her mouth. And then she gets on all fours again, lowers her torso and sticks out her bum. She dives under your cock, runs the tip of her nose along it, puts it on her cheek, all with a pleasant smile on her lips. She kisses your tip, gently as a breath of wind. Her face is wet with your cum and her sweat. She has never looked more beautiful to you. Not just from the outside. It is her inside that gives her her beauty. She puts that and everything else that defines her and what belongs to her under your protection. With a tender kiss it is sealed. Denise is yours and your love is proof that you can do anything together.

"I love you Denise," you say out of breath and in love up to your ears. Up over their cat ears. Denise doesn't say anything. She doesn't have to either. She just looks you in the eye and there is only one feeling left. You spread your arms and hug your kitten to your chest. She snuggles up against you, leans her cheek against your chest and pulls her legs up against her body. It didn't take long for her head to sag. She quickly catches up and smiles sleepily at you with half-closed eyes. "Wait just a minute" you laugh softly. You carefully let her sink into the sheets. Then you put on your boxer shorts and hurry to the bathroom. You come back with a wet and warm towel. You gently wipe her face and remove the traces of your pact on her face. She giggles a little when the warm fabric touches her skin and lifelessly lifts her hands. Tenderly you wrestle her down and when her face is clean her looks find yours. She still doesn't say anything, takes on her new role and is happy. But her eyes still reveal the healing that is taking place in her. You can watch her become a new person. You nudge her nose, kiss your middle and index finger and bring them to her wet lips. Then you go to the bathroom, wash your face and look at yourself in the mirror. Your drill sergeant salutes you and you nod to him. When you come back into the room, Denise is already asleep. She is naked in the middle of the bed and curled up in all her glory. She has folded her hands and placed them under her chin, her bare feet are crossed and prevent you from looking between them, which only makes her even more attractive to you. As a last conscious gesture, you release her leash, but leave the collar in place. For one thing, you don't want to wake the girl, but for another because her fingers are around the ribbon and she's holding it as if to make sure it's still there. You pull her cat ears off her head and place her next to the bed on the bedside table. Then you lie down next to her, nestle against her back and pull the covers over you two. It doesn't take long before you fell asleep too.