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Another strong, warm arm wrapped around my midsection. The hand at my zipper fulfilled its purpose, finding its way from top to bottom.
The dress fell to my feet.

“You’re right, I do. But I wouldn’t entrust you with anyone else… I hope you understand…”

More than you know.

The mindless heat rose again, pushing… aching… insane, how badly it wanted this perfect, untrustworthy stranger. I couldn’t remember any acts of sexual nature before then, but apparently my body knew the way. Knew it just fine, thank you. Wanted to be sunk into the way my teeth had the meat moments ago.

This is why my heart skipped a beat, and I gasped in wanting surprise as he turned me… pushing me over the table with a hand to my back. The wildcat screamed happily inside. But, as promised, he was merely inspecting for the time being. Such was the name he gave the game.

I all but trembled beneath the light graze of his hand to my inner thighs. My tail laid itself along my spine, instinctively allowing access. I felt violated… it disgusted me that I couldn’t help but bend to his will. My sane mind cried out for him to stop-… but the cat begged for more. 

Those large, soft, nimble hands skimmed fur-deep from my thighs to the nape of my neck in torturously unhurried strokes. My skin tingled madly beneath his touch… and he knew it. Of course he knew it. He was playing with me. He was savoring my helplessness, taking in the heat like a delicacy only he could afford. My lip lowered in a deep snarl, letting that growl reverberate menacingly. If he didn’t stop soon, I’d rend him gut to jugular…

“shh, it’s alright… I would never harm you… just feeling around, pet. You are…. in a word… perfect…. It’d be a shame not to admire you properly, wouldn’t it?”

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Ohh, that voice… it fed the fire, the way he half-whispered so close… the way it dripped like honey, reassuring the evil hunger that indulgence was not a sin…

The hands grasped my hips, turning me onto my back. They continued their conquest, this time starting at my throat and gliding their way slowly… ever so slowly down…

This time, I held onto that wisp of sanity just long enough to drag my left-handed claws down the black Egyptian cotton shirt. All they left were shallow scratches… the blood seeped belatedly in tiny beads from the tanned, muscular chest.

To this, he grinned… no doubt taking my weak attempt at rebellion as rough play.
Or, he saw me for what I was now.
Weak.

His hypnosis was almost complete. 

He trailed down from my breasts (where he had been paying the most attention) to my midsection… to the outline figure V that directed attention to my femininity… it took everything within me to break from his spell before I was lost completely.

My talons gripped his neck, threatening to separate esophagus from trachea.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept his half-lidded gaze, unbuckling his trousers. 
My grip tightened. Blood trickled between my fingers. He spread my thighs gently, leaning closer still. The blood dripped on my chest… neck… my lips… As the sinfully sweet flavor flooded my mouth, the death grip loosened…

“Like a forbidden sweet, my pet… isn’t it?”

My mind grasped desperately for reason, wondering wildly how this had happened, how it had led to this… and then not caring.