Power Struggle

"Power Struggle"

(An Erotic Story by Snert's kitten)

I feel Beautiful. I feel Sexy. I feel Powerful. Come hither… This little kitten wants to play…

Growling playfully, I pounce. I throw you to the bed and pin you under my weight. You weigh more than I do, but…when I want you helpless under me, you definitely are. (I want you helpless and mine…and you will be).

Pinning you to the bed, I lick at your lips and look down, staring into your eyes. At first, your gaze meets mine, equally strong and powerful. You're feeling Dominant. Yummm. It's more fun when you put up a fight. I can tame you that way. (And, believe me, I intend to do just that).

I whisper into your ear that I want you to be my slave and then I bite it … not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to get you hot. You like that as much as I do. I love the look of power in Your eyes when You look back up into my gaze and hiss, "not if I make you mine first, bitch."

I lean down and kiss your lips. Our tongues dance inside our mouths, twisting and tangoing, tasting and playing. I kiss you powerfully, and You kiss just as powerfully back. Hot kisses like that always make me hot. (And I know they do, you, too).

I lean back from your body, but keep my weight situated on you so you can't move from under me. Slowly, I like my lips. Your eyes are fixed on the deep red lipstick as my tongue slowly traces across my lips.

I lean down and kiss you again, hard. This time, my teeth bite at your lips, hard enough to make you whimper. Still, your eyes stare back at me powerfully. My lips never leaving Yours, My eyes meeting Your gaze, I grip Your shirt at the neck and literally tear it from Your body. The sound of the fabric tearing is definitely a hot sound for Me and an ominous one for You. "I don't feel like fighting fair," I say as I take the torn fabric of Your shirt and blindfold You with it. "Neither do I," You echo, as You lock a handcuff on my right wrist. I can tell You're glaring at me, even through the blindfold. I hiss, but I don't move fast enough to keep You from cuffing my other hand with that one. It's blatantly obvious; You want me Yours, and I want you Mine.

Your nails slice down my sides, vulnerable and exposed, because I can't protect them with my arms cuffed behind me. I moan and breathe hard as the pain hits my body and feels so good. My eyes glare back at you as I lean forward and kiss your lips, a passionate kiss that soon becomes a fierce bite, my teeth vice gripping at your bottom lip until you whimper audibly. I lean back and smile powerfully down at you, before letting my tongue trace over your ears, in a light tease that I know makes you so hot. I hiss a single word into your ear as my lips slide along it, that one word expressing everything I want, "Slave."

You turn your head towards mine and lean forward, pressing your lips against my neck. Biting at my flesh, you growl out, "I don't think so, Bitch." I gasp as your teeth steel around my flesh, biting hard at my neck in an attempt to claim me. But your attempt won't be enough. As soon as your lips leave my neck, I toss my hair and press my lips to your neck, biting and nipping just as hard and powerfully as you had.

Your half-growled, half-moaned response tells me that you're not going to give in that easily. Your hands reach out, trying to claw at my body. But I have the advantage of sight. I twist and pull back and your nails scratch at the air next to me. I laugh powerfully, the sound echoing through your head. I lean my body against yours and lick at your nipples. As soon as you begin to moan, I bite down at one of them, hard. You yelp in surprise, not expecting it. But, now, you use my position to your advantage.

I'm pressed against your body and I can't use my hands. You wrap your arms around me and dig your fingernails into my shoulders and back hard. Your sharp nails trace deep red lines across my skin and you don't stop until you can feel the sweet rivulets of blood emerge from the wounds. I pant and moan as your nails draw blood from my skin. "G-d, my back is burning and it feels so good," I think to myself, almost purring softly as I press back against your nails hungrily.

You grin, watching my desire for pain take control, watching me lose this battle for power. …At least, that's what you think. I surprise you when I growl and roll over onto my back. Now, my cuffed hands are pressed against your chest, nails ready to strike. Your nails still latch onto my shoulders, scratching and claiming, as I claw at your chest ferociously from behind me. Now we're on equal footing. I can't see my hands as they scratch you behind my back and you can't see your hands through the blindfold as they claw at my skin. But, G-d, we can feel it.

Our nails dig into one another's flesh and it seems like neither of us intends on stopping. We're breathless, panting, and moaning hard as our skin burns from each other's slashing claws. But, still we don't stop. We both fight to win.

Finally, I stop. I pant and roll back over onto my stomach. My hands and my nails are useless to me now, but…I don't need them, not for what I have in mind. I slide slowly down your body, teasingly letting you guess at where I'm headed and what I'm doing. You know what's coming even before you feel my lips wrapped sheathing around your hard shaft. You can't help but moan in pleasure when my mouth engulfs your manhood in its wetness. I muffle a laugh as I take your cock deeper into my mouth, sucking hungrily, slowly, and wetly at your gorgeous manhood. Normally, I could do this…for hours. But this time, after just a teasing moment, I stop.

"Want more?" I ask, breathing the words out hotly against your cock. "Oh, G-d, yesss" you plead, as if I had programmed you to respond. In my head, I already knew that was exactly what you would say. My lips brushed against your cock-head and I let my tongue flick teasingly along your shaft, once. My breath hot on your cock, I whispered my command: "then, beg Me for it." You whimpered and then were silent; you were not going to let me win so easily.

My lips barely touched your cock-head again. And then, I let them trace and trail in a circle around your cock, sucking, licking, and kissing, but never once touching your aching shaft. "Beg me," I demanded again as I teased you. "No, Bitch," was your response. But, still my teasing continued. I would break you yet. I sucked hungrily at one of my favorite spots – a little patch of skin, just above your cock. I sucked it hungrily as if it were your hardness, teasing you with the head I wasn't giving you. You whimpered and one word escaped your lips, "Please…" You were Mine (and that was just the way I wanted it).

"Please, what, slave ?" I asked, teasing you with my words. "Please suck my cock, Mistress," your words most definitely put the power in My hands, which was where I wanted it. My lips curled around your cock again, sucking hungrily and eagerly, because I wanted to. My lounge bathed your shaft as My lips slid up and down along your length. "Ironic…how much I love giving you head…and…how easily you can be made to BEG for it. *licks my lips* and…that's the way I love it, slave," I say as I suck at your hard cock. It's true. And…we both know…you're Mine.