Liepard Love Bites: The Binder Clip
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The events of this story occur a month after Liepard Love Bites.
In the gathering gloom of the approaching twilight, we met and readied the weapons of our duel. My armament of choice was a well-loved game controller, battered by the trials of both high school and college. Despite the buttons being mushy and both joysticks drifting a little, its weight was familiar in my hand, and I would accept no substitute. Sam brought out not one but two pairs of large wireless joysticks, wielding one in each paw.
“How do those things work anyways?" It was another Friday, and we were setting up for a night of video games. I had just pulled out the console and plugged it into the TV, struggling briefly with the remote to get it to use the right input. Sam was carefully positioning her controllers with small nudges, but the liepard paused to give me a demonstration.
“I usually use these as a keyboard." She pushed one over towards me, letting me pick it up to examine. It was surprisingly heavy, a stand-alone joystick set in a circular puck of metal serving as its base. It was like someone had cut out a single stick from my controller and enlarged it. The ring around the base was inscribed with marks, like a protractor, with a triangle marking “north".
Sam gestured for me to put it back onto the carpet. “So, imagine the joystick is a pie, right? Like, a sliced pie. And you choose which slice of the pie you want by tilting the stick in the direction of that slice. Now imagine you've put the alphabet into a table, and the slices on one controller correspond to the columns of the table and the slices on the other controller chooses the row. And the letter at that column and row is what you've typed."
I stared at her blankly, half genuine and half feigned. “So you put pie on a table, and it makes alphabet soup?"
She hissed at me without rancor, used to my antics by now. The liepard lightly pounced onto my chest and pinned me to the carpet. I kept my composure, and deadpanned, “But what was in the pie?"
“Meat." A smirk crept onto her muzzle. “Idiot meat." She got off of me, swatting fondly at my face with her tail as she did. I pushed off the floor, playfully batting at the fluffy tuft as I followed her back to the TV. “For games though, I basically just use the front two as normal joysticks and the back two map to buttons."
After a little more rearrangement, she was ready to play. I sank into the couch and Sam splayed out on the floor between me and the screen. “What do you want to play?" she asked, flicking through the games list. Though we had rather different tastes in game genres, we were both adherents to the classics.
“Wanna start with some kart?"
“What, last week's butt kicking wasn't enough for you?" Sam turned to grin at me over her shoulder. “Need another lesson in humility?" she taunted mercilessly, baring a mouthful of sharp teeth.
“Listen, you got lucky last time." I affected indignation, dramatically looking away and crossing my arms. “Just because you got a blue shell last minute doesn't make you good at the game. I'll have you know that skill will win out in the end, and that starts today."
Sam rolled her eyes. “That's right, keep piling on the excuses. We all know who's really better at this game." The purple feline flicked through some menus, randomly picking a map and loading us in. As the traffic lights counted down, I leaned back into the couch and gripped my controller.
We both got the rocket boost - we were good enough for that at least - but that truth was that we were both rather mediocre players. I cheekily bumped against Sam as we raced out of the starting line, provoking a snarl from the feline, but she was too busy with her controllers to give a proper retort. All four paws of her paws were moving independently, making up for her lack of fingers with additional limbs, but for all that it was pretty impressive to see in action, I was still a little better at controlling my kart.
It was enough of an edge that I pulled ahead at first, gaining a precious few seconds on Sam, but she made up for it with an uncanny ability to make it into shortcuts. Our first race almost ended in disaster for me when I missed a jump and had to watch the liepard breeze past me. The smug cat couldn't help but mock me mercilessly.
“Were you unlucky with that jump too? Seems like a skill issue to me," she snarked as I was fished out of the abyss. “Maybe you should go play against the easy AI, it'll probably be more than enough of a challenge for the likes of you. Or maybe you can just admit that I'm better than you, nobody's being fooled here." Sam turned around to see if any of her barbs landed. At that moment I lined up a shot with a green shell that sent her tumbling. She turned back to the screen to see me add insult to injury by slapping her with the shell orbiting me as I passed her.
“I think someone's talking too much smack and can't back it up." I let the corners of my mouth curl up, but otherwise just focused on my driving. Sam was cursing at her kart to accelerate faster, but there just wasn't enough track left for her to catch up. I finished with the barest of leads over the incensed feline, her colorful language music to my ears. I stretched languidly, musing, “maybe we should just call it quits before I humiliate you even further."
“That was a lucky shot!" she protested, her ears flattening. “Best out of three, there's no way you're getting away with that."
“Hmm I dunno…" I faked a yawn. “Maybe I'll just call it quits for tonight. Seemed like there weren't any good players to challenge me tonight."
The liepard surged to her feet, leaping onto the couch next to me. “Sounds more like you're running away because you know I've got you beat." A paw poked me in the chest. “You only need to win one of the two games to win best out of three. If you're so much better than me, that shouldn't be hard for you, right?"
I shrugged indifferently. “Well, if you're so sure you're better than me, then I should quit while I'm ahead, right?" In truth I was eager for another chance to give Sam a thrashing, but I was determined to milk my victory for all that it was worth - while I had the upper hand.
When I kept up the act, she snorted. "Get your ass back here and race me you coward. You're not fooling anyone."
I raised my hands in concession. "Fine, fine, if you're so eager to be twice the loser, who am I to deny you."
Sam's tail lashed excitedly as she hopped back down to her controllers. "You're on, slowpoke." She coughed awkwardly. “Nothing against slowpokes, of course."
Our second match started out with disaster for Sam, her kart stalling out at the starting line and inducing a stream of expletives. "Kids these days, always in a hurry," I tsked disapprovingly.
"Shut up, I'm older than you," Sam snarled at me, cutting a turn dangerously close to the inside barrier in an attempt to catch up. Her tail flicked across the carpet as she executed one risky maneuver after another, slowly gaining on me with each one. Despite my best efforts, she was gaining on me quickly and there was still over a lap remaining. Sam proclaimed with a dignified voice, “And with age comes experience, youngling."
In the end, there wasn't a big misplay to decide the match. Sam just managed to drive slightly better, was a little luckier with her items, and pulled ahead enough to finish a few seconds ahead of me. I let out an exaggerated groan of defeat, flinging my controller aside to bounce on the couch. “Fine, fine, you win this time," I began, but Sam was already in motion. She whirled around and leaped onto my lap, knocking the wind out of me as she set her paws on my chest.
“Now don't tell me that wasn't all skill now," she crowed, paws kneading against me. “I took you to town that match, and you know it!" She gave a wiggle of delight, before impulsively leaning in and dragging her barbed tongue up the side of my neck. I gasped silently. “The sweet taste of triumph." Her breath in my ear sent tingles up my spine.
“Skilled, and modest in victory huh?" My sarcasm slid off of the overgrown cat like water off a fish. “Did winning a game suddenly make you all frisky? Where's all this coming from all of the sudden?" Despite my words, I slid my arms around her and scratched above her tail base. A purr sprung to life deep in Sam's chest.
To her credit, Sam looked a little bashful. “I can't help it if winning gets me going a bit. It's like how a good hunt really gets your blood flowing, you know?" She straightened up and struck a pose. “Besides, what's hotter than the lamentations of your enemy?"
I gave Sam a dubious look. “You've never hunted for your food a day in your life."
“I play hunting games!" she objected, before realizing the absurdity of her words and withering under my scorn. She did play hunting games, though they were games marketed towards feline Pokémon rather than humans. From what I could tell, they all seemed to involve a lot of stalking and stealth, and culminated in a graphically gory finish.
I pulled her into a hug, letting her chin rest on my shoulder. “There, there, I'm sure you're a mighty hunter," I soothed, giving the liepard some exaggerated head pets. “You're definitely not just an overdeveloped lap cat. Not at all."
“Fuck you," Sam laughed, pulling away from my grasp. Her eyes narrowed, and a predatory grin snuck its way onto her muzzle. “How about this? If I win this last game, I get to hunt you through the park after dark. I won't hear any criticisms about my hunting skills unless you manage to escape me."
I snorted. “Ah yes, the natural habitat of the liepard, the municipal park. And what do I get if I win?"
“Hmm if you win…" She trailed off and thought for a bit. She leaned over to whisper into my ear. “If you win, I'll let you do whatever you want to me for the rest of the night." Her breath was hot against my neck. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine.
Distracted, I started saying “that sounds fair…" before my brain kicked in. “Wait, what happens if you catch me in the park? I've seen what happens in your hunting games."
The smirk on Sam's muzzle grew. “I drag you into a bush and have my way with you, obviously."
“Oh. I guess I should have seen that one coming." I regarded the self-satisfied cat on my lap. “You sure you're up to doing whatever I want? What if you're really not into it?" I poked her furry side. “What if I want to roll you around in cheddar dust and lick you clean?" I poked her again, making her twitch. “Or dye your rosettes pink and shave off everything else?"
Sam squirmed and hopped off my lap. She sat next to me on the couch and met my gaze, suddenly serious. “Okay let's not do that last one. Anything within reason, obviously. We'll use a safe word like usual." She leaned in, and a playful glint returned to her eyes. “But let's just say I'm down to have my boundaries pushed a little. If you can earn it." Sam stalked closer, until her nose touched mine. “If you can beat me at kart, bitch."
With dramatic flair, she twirled and leaped off the couch, landing between her controllers with legs spread and her tail held high. She waved it lazily, somehow making an attention-grabbing curve travel from fluffy tip to base. My eyes followed it, until they were captured by the sight of her folds, subtly glistening behind a veil of yellow fur. “Fuck," I swallowed dryly. Sam was watching me over her shoulder with dark intensity.
In a low voice, she continued. “I know you want to do things to this pussy. Win and I'll let you ruin me five times over. But lose?" She paused dramatically, and bared her fangs at me. “Lose and I'll hunt you down as my rightful prey and fuck you to pieces until you can't even walk." At that moment I wasn't sure whether I wanted to win or lose.
She managed to hold the pose for maybe four seconds before breaking and snickering. “I mean, I thought you were doing pretty good there," I said encouragingly, as she deteriorated into a full-fledged laughing fit. “Very menacing. Super hot, honestly, I'd be down for it."
“Arceus damn it, I can't ever keep a straight face when I'm trying to be sexy," she complained, even as she fought to stop laughing. She flopped on her side, breathing heavily. “What are you gonna do to me if you win? I'm kinda curious about what I'm getting into here."
I stood up and walked towards the kitchen, Sam's eyes tracking me. “I was actually already thinking about trying something out. I brought some of these home from work the other day." Reaching into a drawer, I pulled out a box of big binder clips and snagged one before walking back to Sam. She eyed the office supply warily as I sat down next to her on the floor.
“That better not be going on something delicate," Sam began, tail subtly lowering.
I laughed, “What, like some sort of sadistic chastity clip? No, no, I'm not that cruel." I sidled over and leaned against her side. “Remember when I did this to you?" I asked, snaking my hand up her back and grabbing a handful of her scruff. The liepard gasped, her limbs suddenly going limp. I let sag against my body, sneaking my other hand down her belly to steal a firm grope between her hind legs. A finger brushed slick flesh, and my next grope sank a digit deep into her warmth. Sam cried out in a mix of surprise and pleasure.
“That's no fair!" she protested. “I didn't do that when I was teasing you." I added another and hooked my fingers around her pubic bone, using them in conjunction with her scruff to pull her flush against my front, letting her feel the stiffness in my pants against her back. Sam gave another sharp inhalation, though whether it was from the manhandling or the unexpected contact, I couldn't say.
“What if I clipped this onto your scruff?" I murmured into a pointed ear. I saw her eyes swivel to the binder clip, discarded on the floor next to us. “You'd be helpless," I emphasized the point with a firm rub of my fingers along the front wall of her pussy, “and I could do whatever I wanted to you, and you wouldn't be able to stop me." I nipped at her ear, eliciting a mewl from the cat. Her eyes were dilated, and she was breathing hard. “I could make you cum until you're a shattered mess, and you'd just have to lie there and take it."
I pulled my fingers free and let go of her scruff. Sam flailed for a moment to find her balance, and I sucked my fingers clean as she unsteadily sat up. “But yeah, that's what I had in mind," I casually resumed. “I dunno, does that sound fun to you?" To my delight, my voice was the model of beatific innocence.
Sam spluttered indignantly. “You… you asshole! How am I supposed to play kart when you dangle that in front of me? No don't play coy, you know what you did, now I want to lose!" She reached a leg down and brought it back up to forlornly look at the slickness dampening her paw. “Fuck, I'm so wet," she sighed, ears flattened. “And I really did want to chase you through the park."
I pulled Sam into a hug and ruffled her head fur. “Aww, don't be sad that you're really a subby kitty deep down." She snapped her teeth at my hand halfheartedly. “How about this? Whoever wins this game gets to go first, and whoever loses gets their turn next week?" I rested my cheek against hers. “Getting hunted sounds kinda fun. I'm up for it with or without kart to be honest."
“Really?" The feline perked up, her ears standing up again. “You promise you're not gonna bail on me?"
“Promise." I gave her a squeeze. “Besides, you could very well win this game still."
Sam slipped her paws over my shoulders and pulled me on top of her, falling onto her back. “Forget kart," she purred, “mess me up."
We ended up in Sam's room for the night. Her room was roughly the same size as mine, but felt bigger since she only had a full-sized bed compared to my queen. She filled the rest of the space with some floor cushions and supplies for her hobbies. A quadruped's computer setup filled one corner, with a cushioned bench that left all her paws free to work her joysticks. A shallow closet dominated one wall, a sliding door open to reveal a collection of accessories and grooming brushes.
Sam preceded me in, hopping onto the bed and kneading the mattress impatiently. Moonlight filtered through the blinds, dappling her coat with streaks of light. I carefully followed her, avoiding a half-finished leather working project left on the floor. “Come on, get in here. Get in me," she demanded.
Sitting on the bed next to her, I gave her a grin in the darkness. “Now, now, wasn't the agreement that I could do anything that I wanted? You're being awfully demanding for a plaything."
Sam huffed, muttering under her breath for a moment before laying herself across my lap. Flattening her ears, she craned her head up to look at me with wide, dilated eyes. “Please fuck me?" I had to admit, it was hard to deny her when she made the effort to look so cute, but I shook my head.
“Not yet." I stripped out of my shirt. Sam stood up to let me slide out of my pants, leaving them pooled on the carpet. “First, I want to tease my girlfriend senseless." I savored the shape of the word in my mouth. Girlfriend. In a way, not a lot had changed between us. Even before, we had been fairly close. We spent a lot of time hanging out, and found ourselves being confidants for each other. The rather titillating first night together had just been the explosive culmination of a long buildup of sexual tension. The rhythm we settled into afterwards wasn't very different from before – our friends said they could hardly tell we were dating.
On the other hand, knowing it was us, together, was everything to me. I possessively pulled Sam against me, so we were spooning, fur against bare skin. Sam wiggled, acting disconsolate despite a purr rumbling to life in her chest. “But I want dick now," she whined plaintively. She arched her back, grinding her rear into me and causing me to rise against her. I ground blindly against her, missing anything of interest but causing her to gasp nonetheless.
“Soon," I promised tersely, struggling not to rush in myself. I doubted either of us would complain if we just degenerated into a sweaty, humping mess. Sam was, to put it bluntly, a kinky fuck, and rather permissive even without a kart competition to get her blood flowing and inhibitions down. I had no doubt that all I would have to do to get her to agree to being scruffed another day was to ask. But the novelty would have faded, and I wanted to give her a night worth sacrificing her hunt for.
I ran my hands down her flank, feeling her sleek fur slide through my fingers. Her body tapered sharply around her waist, and I let my right hand slip along the crease of her thigh until I could cup my hand along the curve of her groin. The other hand I let drag against the grain of her belly fur - incredibly soft – and come to rest in the fluff of her chest.
It was a familiar position for us, one we spent many hours in watching movies or cuddling. An intimate, lazy embrace coupled with some casual sensuality when I'd slowly finger Sam or hilt myself within her and just grind. Sometimes we'd end up distracted with ourselves and end up rutting each other, movie forgotten, but surprisingly often we'd just tease and pleasure each other off and on as we hung out.
A groan escaped the liepard as I let a finger wander, tracing gently along her lips. She tensed but held still as I continued my explorations, stroking with slightly more pressure, just barely parting her folds with my fingertip. I leaned over to capture an ear with my mouth, licking along the sensitive edges. Sam whimpered quietly, her ear twitching from the stimulation. While her attention was drawn away, I slid my finger into her slit, warmth and gripping wetness grasping my finger. Her ear was pulled from my grasp as she arched and tensed in my arms.
“More," she pleaded, and I added another digit alongside the first, pushing in to the knuckles and pressing my palm against her clit. She gave a rolling thrust against my hand, which I matched in pressure, admiring the way she clung to my fingers as they slipped out from her depths. I reversed and dove back in, seeking the firm, folded flesh along her front wall and pulsating my fingers rapidly against it. Sam let out a hiss of pleasure, ears folded and eyes narrowed from the intensity of sensation.
Capturing the liepard's mouth with mine, I gave her a hard kiss, holding her gaze for the entirety as my fingers worked her over. “You are so hot," I growled, and with a twist her paws were on my shoulders, pulling me in for another. Her sandpaper-rough tongue forced its way past my lips and dragged itself against mine, her eyes closing as she bucked rapidly against my hand. Not to be outdone, I rolled on top of her, resting my chest on hers while supporting my weight on my free arm and knees. Her lower half I left free to jerk and hump against my hand as I worked up a rapid rhythm, pushing her ever closer to her peak.
“Fuck I'm so close," Sam breathed. In sadistic response, I slowed my frantic fingering, letting my hand move with her thrusts. For a moment, the feline's face slipped into an expression of abject betrayal, and she tried to fruitlessly thrust harder against me. Then her eyes narrowed, and quick as a flash her paws were on top of my hand, holding it firm against her groin. A flurry of humps followed as she made a mad dash for completion. It took my full strength and reaction speed to wrest my limb away from her, my fingers ripping out of her depths. Sam gave a cry of frustration, and I seized her paws and pinned them above her head.
We paused there for a moment, both of us breathing hard. Sam grinned toothily, unrepentant at her little rebellion. She strained against my hands for a moment, testing my grip and making me adjust my hold on her forelegs, but soon relaxed and lay back. I took a moment to admire her body, stretched out with her back arched, accentuating the curve from her chest to her slender midriff to the tantalizing taper between her legs. Sam snapped her teeth at my nose playfully. “So that's how you want to play it, huh?"
I narrowed my eyes and got in her face. “So that's how you want to play it, huh?" I retorted. “I thought you were gonna let me do whatever I wanted?"
The purple feline touched her nose to mine. “Boop." She snickered at her random aside. “Doesn't mean I'm just gonna lie here and take it. It's more fun when you take what you want from me. Besides, you wouldn't want me any other way," she purred mischievously. For better or worse she was right. “Is this where I get the clip now? Keep me nice and docile for you to fuck me into submission?"
She wiggled enticingly, and I shifted to pin her hips beneath mine. This had the perhaps predictable consequence of causing Sam to try to grind against me, and I dropped my full weight on her. Her breath rushed out of her in an audible “whuff", but she was otherwise undeterred. The feline wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me against her, and after a token resistance I gave in.
Reaching down, I lined myself up with her. Sam obligingly held still and tilted her hips up for me. The moment of initial penetration was always exquisite, feeling her fur give way to slick warmth. A moment of resistance before slipping in, her wet heat enveloping me, sliding up my shaft until its entirety was buried deep inside her. Sam's breathy, low moan singing in my ear even as I buried my face in her neck and my lungs emptied in an involuntary rush. A pulsating embrace as she gave a squeeze on my length, a feeling of belonging that had me clutching at her tightly.
“Arceus, that never gets old," I managed to sigh. I propped myself up on an elbow and tapped her on the nose lightly with a finger. “But no, since you're so impatient to get dicked, it seems like we'll have to cut to the chase." I punctuated my statement with a slow roll of my hips, feeling her walls drag against my head before smoothly sliding back in to hilt myself.
“Finally," Sam snarked, “I thought I was going to-"
Whatever she was going to say was lost, because the moment she was distracted I launched into a savage flurry of thrusts, sacrificing any finesse or technique for speed and power. The feline's words devolved into a wordless exclamation of surprise, which turned into increasingly high-pitched cries. I slipped my arms underneath her and hooked my hands over her shoulders to hold her in place as my feet scrambled for purchase to rut her into the bed.
With the pace I was setting, it didn't take long, maybe barely a minute before Sam's eyes gained that particular glassy quality she got before getting off. She started the series of nearly-hyperventilating pants and the straining tension she twisted into, and this time I let it happen. She tilted her head back and let out a soundless yell, her midriff flexing, several sharp jerks lifting her hips off the bed. I kept my stride through her orgasm, until her tension suddenly released and she fell back onto the bed. I slowed to a more moderate pace as I waited for her to come down.
“Fuck, I need that-" Sam started, but I stuck a pair of fingers in her mouth and interrupted.
“We're not done yet." Before she could even start to recover from her first, I picked up the pace again and started driving her towards her second orgasm. The liepard gave a muffled protest around my fingers, but started suckling rather enthusiastically. It took even less time for her to peak this time around. Her back arched, her tail giving erratic twitches as she came hard around me. I could feel a light pulsation as she rhythmically clenched on my dick.
I did it again. This time I didn't even give her a chance to come down, I just fucked her through one peak straight into another. Sam threw her head back and gave a strangled cry, my fingers falling out of her slack jaw, forgotten. Her body gave small spasms, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. At this point I was faltering, but I figured I deserved my reward. Pushing through the soreness in my lower back, I launched into one last sprint, driving into her over and over, feeling her spread around me time and again. I hunched over her much-abused body and used her like the toy she volunteered to be for me, until my pleasure soared skyward and I erupted into her.
Each clench deep in my abdomen was accompanied by a mind-blowing rush of bliss, and I punctuated each with a jerky twitch against Sam. For her part, the liepard was floppy and limp, an overwhelmed and overstimulated mess. I collapsed onto her, letting her take my weight for a moment as I rode out the rest of my orgasm. “Damn," Sam whispered, eyes still closed. “What the fuck was that?"
“Was?" I asked innocently. I shifted slightly to palm the binder clip from where I had left it on her nightstand, on top of a romance novel of questionable literary merit.
“Yeah, you got me off like four times in a few minutes." Sam opened her eyes and rubbed her cheek against mine, already cuddly in the afterglow, or at least one of her afterglows. “That was amazing. I feel all floaty." She closed her eyes again and sprawled back. I shifted an arm to cradle her head.
“No, I meant it's cute that you think we're done." Sam's eyes snapped open and she started to react, but I was prepared and she was caught off guard. I used the hand on her head and snatched her scruff. Sam fell limp for a moment, but managed to fight through the instinct and started to thrash ineffectually. I had the clip in my other hand, and a quick motion had it pinching the loose skin behind her neck. The liepard's motions became faltering, each attempted movement abortive and floppy.
It was remarkably easy to wrestle her onto her front, her legs splayed askew. “Oh Arceus, I'm in trouble," Sam giggled. It was an oddly feminine sound coming from her. She wiggled, though whether it was an attempt at escape was questionable. “You know this clip just makes it harder for me to move right? It won't stop me from getting away if I want to." Judging by the weak flailing I just saw, I was pretty sure I could stop her with one arm tied behind my back, but I wasn't about to kick her while she was down. Just… torment her a little. Sexy torment.
“I guess we'll have to make sure you don't want to get away then," I murmured in her ear. “Now, are you going to behave for me, or do I need to start digging in your toybox?" Her toybox wasn't really a box – it was just one of the drawers of her nightstand. Its contents could be considered to be toys by some definition, though many of them were of the phallic persuasion, and prone to vibrations. I fondly recalled an evening, not long after our first night together, where Sam took me on a tour of her collection. It had included some demonstrations, many of which she encouraged me to get quite hands on with. It ended quite memorably with a very stuffed liepard.
In addition to her dildos and vibrators though, she also had a few restraints that she had picked up recently. We had experimented with them a little, but I had specific plans for them tonight. Plans which Sam seemed rather enthused about. “Oh noooo, not the toybox!" The cat had a talent for insincerity. She turned to look at me, our faces nearly touching. “I'll be a good girl for you," she purred, “but maybe you can tie me up anyways."
I dismounted off of her and settled into a sitting position against the wall the bed was pushed up against. Hoisting the feline up, I leaned her side against my chest, letting her slump into a slouch. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a hug. “You're too good to me," I murmured, nuzzling against her cheek. “Not that that's going to save you."
Sam nuzzled me back. “I don't need saving, silly. I'm exactly where I want to be. Now hurry up and ruin me. I'm not gonna stay pure forever." Even as used to Sam's antics as I was, I couldn't help but laugh at that one.
“You're really going to say that with a pussy full of cum, you slut? Why don't you spread your legs and show everyone how pure you are?" Sam played coy and pressed her thighs together. A brief one-sided bout of wrestling with the scruffed feline had me holding her legs apart with my own. I ran a finger along the edge of her lips. She had started to leak my earlier contributions, the fur around her slit damp and slimy from our commingled fluids. “With all the things we've done, I think that ship has sailed." The extra slickness let me easily sink two fingers into her.
Sam gave a mewling whimper. “Oh, that's sensitive." I smirked at her, and gave a few slow pumps of my hand. She trailed into a quiet whine. Withdrawing my fingers, I held them up in front of us. Slime coated my digits, slippery against my fingers as I rubbed them against each other. Strands connected them as I spread them apart.
“Still think you're pure?" I snickered. There was no way I could take this role play seriously. Sam was even more perverted than I was, and the only reason the gap wasn't larger was that I had done a lot of catching up since we started dating. True to form, Sam managed to tilt her head enough to capture my fingers in her maw. Her tongue ran along and between them, the barbed top surface alternating with the smooth underside, until my fingers were clean. The half-ticklish, half-stimulating sensation had me hardening against her back again.
“As fresh fallen snow," Sam promised solemnly.
I made a sound of disbelief. “We'll have to see what we can do to fix that then." I rolled away from her to rummage through her nightstand for the restraints. They were different from the cuffs you could buy for humans. Since her paws weren't as wide as hands, normal cuffs would slip off of her wrists. Instead, these were long leather sleeves roughly the length of her calves. Sam didn't even bother pretending to resist as I tightened the laces running up their sides. Metal rings built into the sleeves provided attachment points through which I threaded rope to tie her forelegs together, then to the headboard. Her legs I tied spread wide, exposing her slit and belly to me.
My ropework was rather amateur and slapdash, but it was enough to keep her in place. At last, I pulled out the vibrating wand from the toybox. Its handle had a rubbery coating and a contoured grip which probably made it easier to use with paws. Sam laughed nervously when she saw me wielding it. “I don't suppose asking you to be gentle would make any difference?"
I flicked the switch to high with a too-wide smile. “No." With that, I brought its vibrating head against her pussy and watched as every one of her limbs jerked and strained against the rope, and a cry escaped her jaws. After failing to curl into a ball, she tried to close her legs, but the lines from the corners of the bed held and kept them spread wide. After a few more moments of struggling, she collapsed back onto her back, chest heaving.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look incredibly sexy like that?" I placed my other hand on her belly, trailing my way down her body. “All tied up, exposed and vulnerable, about to cum your brains out? Whatever I wanted from you, I could take." I hummed softly as I gently pinched the hood of her clit between two of my fingers, teasing the little bud out from its shelter. “I'm going to do whatever I want to you, and you're going to take it," I said with some menace in my voice. With that threat issued, I moved the wand directly onto her clit and pressed down.
I think Sam came instantly, but with the state she was in there wasn't really a way for me to tell. A strangled scream erupted from her mouth, her body twisting into a rictus of tortured, carnal bliss. She thrashed against the ropes, the bed creaking concerningly, harder and harder as she mindlessly tried to escape the wand. She was lost, overwhelmed with the intensity of her pleasure, unable to do anything but try to escape ineffectually. After a minute of getting vibed mercilessly, I heard a crescendo of “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" coming from her mouth. With the last utterance, she crested for a second time in so many minutes, small twitches running through her clenched body.
I pulled the wand away from her for a moment to give her a break. The liepard collapsed, her head lolling loosely to one side. Once in a while, a small spasm would rock through her body. She looked so used, so ravished that I couldn't help but line myself up against her entrance. “Wuuh, what?" she mumbled blearily, but I didn't give her time to comprehend before sinking myself into her in one long thrust.
Sam groaned incoherently as I hilted. She was involuntarily clenching her pelvic muscles in throbbing spasms, each grasping squeeze around my cock coming more quickly on the back of the previous one. I replaced the wand at her clit, feeling it rumble against the base of my shaft, and her muscles went crazy, both the ones wrapped around me and elsewhere. Between the jerks and thrusts her hips gave and the pulsating ripples around my shaft, I didn't even have to hump – the feline just fucked herself onto my dick.
“Arceus, Sam." My words were muttered under my breath, but even if they were shouted the liepard was beyond responding, perhaps beyond hearing. I couldn't tell whether she was in one continuous orgasm, overwhelmed with sensation to the point of pain, or both, but she was certainly a squirming, writhing mess of a cat. It wasn't long before it became too difficult to keep the wand on her clit. Besides, I was already worked up, and I was already quite quickly approaching my climax again.
Tossing the buzzing wand aside, I pinned her chest to the bed. Doing my best to keep her still, I desperately pushed into her again and again, fighting to keep her still enough that I wouldn't accidentally dislodge myself. Sam sang a litany of curses and wordless cries, while both struggling with her bonds and doing her best to hump back against me. It didn't take long - with her warmth wrapped so snugly around me, feeling my earlier load slickening her walls, fucking it into a froth - before I came again, squeezing her against me. For good measure, I bit at her throat, holding her neck in my teeth and applying some solid pressure.
Sam threw back her head, baring her neck for me. Whether it was the bite that set her off or not was anyone's guess. She was too far gone, reduced to a flailing mess of sensorial overload. Pressing as deep as I could into her, I felt her clench on me again and again as I throbbed my second load into her depths. I nuzzled my face into the soft fluff of her neck, riding out my orgasm until I was well and truly sated.
I stayed like that for a few moments, then propped myself up on my elbows to check on Sam. Her emerald eyes stared blankly at me for a moment, and I softly pressed a finger to her nose. “Boop." I invoked the magic word. Awareness slowly returned to her gaze, her eyes focusing on me, followed by a few blinks. “Hi," she panted breathily, her voice pitched a little higher than usual. “Hi." She repeated the word again, maybe a little too overcome to know what to say.
“You still doing ok over there?" I asked, more than a little concerned.
“Everything is happening a lot." The feline was still a bit incoherent. “I think I got off a bit."
I laughed. “I think you just might have. You're not… hurt, are you?"
After a moment to collect herself, Sam shook her head loosely. “No, just sore. I think I almost got a cramp from cumming too hard." The liepard let her head flop back and stared at the ceiling. “Fuck that was good." A shudder ran through her body as an aftershock hit. “Just… give me a minute. Stay and hold me?" she asked entreatingly.
In response, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze. We stayed like that for a while, until Sam gave a wiggle. “Should I pull out?" I asked. By now I was softening in her, but I hadn't slipped out quite yet. Every few moments I could still feel Sam clench around me again, keeping me half hard.
She hummed in thought. “As much as I want you in me still, I do want out of these ropes. But you have to promise to come cuddle after."
I carefully got off of her, slipping suddenly out of her to the sound of a soft groan from Sam. I dismounted, then took a moment to appreciate my work. She was, to put it lightly, a mess. The way her legs were tied spread her lips slightly apart, exposing pink flesh usually hidden. The two loads I put into her were oozing out, matting the fur around her slit and ass with copious amounts of our intermingled fluids. “Damn, Sam. You look pretty hot like this."
“Take a picture, it lasts longer," she smirked. I laughed in response and was about to start untying her legs when she interrupted. “I mean it though, you can if want to." She glanced away coyly, a small smile on her muzzle. “I kinda want to see it too."
I asked, a little incredulously, “Are you serious?"
“I mean, don't go sharing it online or showing your friends or anything obviously. But I trust you. It'll be a nice reminder of tonight." She grinned at me. “You can get off to it when I'm not around."
“You are serious," I said giddily. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped the switch for the lamp. A warm orange glow spilled over the bed, illuminating her lithe form. Sultry shadows played across her body, but none of them blocked the view of her nethers. I was digging my phone out of my discarded clothes when Sam made a thoughtful sound.
“Wait, untie my forepaws first. A girl's gotta pose. And get this damned clip off of me. Keep the cuffs on though." The binder clip came off easily, and Sam shook herself as she regained her full mobility. A short struggle with the knots followed, before they loosened and I could pull them free of the rings on her sleeves. “Mmm, now if I do this," she curled her paws against her chest, and tucked her chin against her chest. “How do I look?" Sam gave me a look both smoldering and mischievous, eyes lidded and sparkling.
In response, I stepped back and raised my phone. A few small adjustments got her framed nicely, and I gave the shutter a tap. “You look like a sex goddess." I pulled up the image and turned the phone around to show her.
“Ooh I do look amazing," she purred in delight. “Now get these ropes off of me so we can cuddle."
The knots had tightened in the ropes holding her legs apart, likely from all the tugging she had done against them. I ended up just unlacing her sleeves entirely. Finally freed, Sam stretched this way and that, working out the tightness from her muscles before flopping onto her side. Taking my cue, I lay down next to her, and she wiggled to rest her head on my chest.
“So, worth putting off the hunt for?" I was pretty sure I knew the answer already, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Mmm, that was so worth it. There's really something to being so helpless and getting so used and just having to take it. I don't think I could come anymore even if I wanted to." A paw pinned my rising hand against the bed. “No, that wasn't a challenge." She glared up at me for a second, and I gave her an innocent look. When she relented, I gave her a loose hug, like that was my plan all along. “We can't do that too often though, I might just die from overstimulation, and I'd never hear the end of it.
I gave a bark of laughter. “And the neighbors will put in a noise complaint. You're not exactly quiet."
“And whose fault is that, huh? Can you blame me for being loud when my pussy is being destroyed?" We both shared a bit of a snicker, then settled down to cuddle. I ran my hands through her fur and in turn Sam swept her tail along my skin, trailing silky, ticklish sensations across my body. A spirited purr started up, rumbling against my side. It was the sort of moment that you really wished would last forever, but we couldn't ignore the growing wet spot on the bed, or the slowly drying grooming nightmare that was Sam's loins.
“I should pee," Sam grumbled, without sounding much like she was going to get up. “It's comfy though." She nuzzled a little deeper against my neck.
“We should go before the wet spot gets worse."
“Forget the wet spot. We're sleeping in your room tonight." Sam groaned, then rolled to her feet. “Help me with cleaning up this mess, or we're gonna have to shave my fur off down there."
An image slid into my mind of Sam's ass, fur trimmed short and hiding absolutely nothing. “I mean we could…"
“Shut your bitch mouth, we are not parading me around with my slit on display like some desperate slut," Sam casually retorted as she slunk out the door to the bathroom.
I trailed along behind her. “I mean you're naked all the time anyways, is it really that different?" I shamelessly glanced at the mess under her tail and immediately got caught by Sam looking over her shoulder. She raised her tail with equal shamelessness, but continued arguing her point.
“It's totally different! It's like going out wearing clothes that barely cover anything and are obviously just for drawing attention to your bits. You know, the clothes where you'd probably be more modest if you were just naked?"
“It'd be sexy though," I mused, soaking a hand towel in lukewarm water for Sam. “You could pull it off, with how confident you are."
Sam scoffed. “Maybe if I didn't need to go in to work. Not a conversation I need to be having with HR, thank you."
A solid half an hour later, we were finally cleaned up and ready for bed. We were both idly browsing on our respective devices when Sam's ears perked up. She leaned closer to her smart watch and intently read something for a few minutes. Finally, she poked me in the side.
“Gimmie your phone real quick?" I set it on the bed in front of her. I couldn't see the screen from my angle, but she narrated as her paws flicked across the surface. “I had a thought," she said in that nondescript way which usually foreshadowed something perverse. “You know how you have that nice picture of me as your phone wallpaper?"
It was a portrait of her lying on my bed, back arched and paws curled. If you looked closely, you could just see a sliver of pink flesh between her legs, but it was innocent enough for it to be a “girlfriend wallpaper", at least if your girlfriend never wore clothes. Said girlfriend continued her thought. “I was thinking that picture you took tonight of me could be an alternate wallpaper. Sort of like those cute mode, slut mode posts you see on the internet."
I nodded slowly and carefully, to show my incomprehension. “You realize I have to use my phone in public too, right?"
“Right," she affirmed, “so I was looking up things and saw this app that automatically changes your wallpaper depending on different conditions. You could do it based off of what wifi network you're connected to. She finished her swiping on my phone and turned it so I could see the screen, showing her “cute mode" picture, as she called it. “So, I'm not connected to our apartment wifi now, but when I do…" with a few flicks of her paw, she did so. When she swiped back to my home screen, the background now showed a trussed up liepard with cum oozing out of her thoroughly used pussy making bedroom eyes at the camera.
I laughed in a combination of shock and delight. “You are depraved," I said admiringly. “Just what did I do to deserve you?"
“Oh, think of it as payment in advance," she demurred, with a small smile curling the edges of her muzzle. “Next weekend you'll pay me back in full."