Page 28 of For Life

“Yes?” Ant squirmed under my light touch. “I really liked negotiating during primal play yesterday, and we know each other’s limits and safe words now. Can we get into it with the plan to go with what feels right, and you’ll stop if I say red, but not anything else? Everything on the table.”

Groaning at their words, I was very much on board. Instead of more talk—we’d done enough of that all morning—I threw my leg over Ant’s lap and tugged their head back by the hair.

“Such a feisty little tiger,” I licked at their exposed neck, adding a bite and suction at their pulse point. “You would let me do anything to you so long as I forced you. Is that right?”

“Yes, please,” Ant thrust up and I felt how hard they were already.

Their hands scratched at my back through my shirt, tugging at it, but I wasn’t letting go of their hair to take it off. I used my free hand to pin one of theirs down against the back of the couch and yanked their head back further so I was looking straight down at them.

“You’re just going to have to wait. And I might get you naked but keep my clothes on. Make you feel good and used,” Ant whimpered and twisted at the hips, trying to get some friction. Our sweatpants weren’t much of a barrier, but I squeezed my thighs tight so that Ant couldn’t move. “Do you want to be filled with me in every way?”

Ant couldn’t nod with my grip on their hair, only giving me a sound between a growl and a moan. I decided I’d list things off and see what reaction they got. We were having fun, but I could still pay attention.

“Fingers inside your holes?”

Whimper.

“Dick in your holes?”

Groan.

“Tonguing holes?”

“Yesss,” Ant gasped as I moved in to lick at their ear

Licking my way to the corner of their mouth, I thought of something dirty and wanted to test their limits.

“My spit in your holes?”

Ant closed their eyes and opened their mouth with tongue out, answering my question and the knowledge I needed about how far to push them. Tightening my grip on their hair so they wouldn’t move, I was already salivating at having Ant at my mercy. I spit directly into their mouth. Ant barely flinched, holding it on their tongue obediently.

“Good kitten,” I let go of their wrist and palmed my bulge to relieve some pressure. I had plans for their ass that didn’t involve cumming in it, at least not right away. I wanted my spit inside them. “Swallow for me. Such a well behaved little tiger for me.”

Ant did as I told them and then opened their eyes. Their chest was heaving and face flushed. It was time to remember my first question.

“Now, tell me your embarrassing secret, and what it has to do with my trying to fit my fist in your ass.”

“I,” Ant panted harder, clearly trying to form coherent words, “I accidentally brought… a bag of… sex toys.”

Letting go of their hair and wrist, I wasn’t sure if I believedaccidentally, but I wasn’t going to question the circumstances while straddling them with two hard dicks between us. I remembered the night before, so I knew there might be more.

“And what is in your bag of sex toys, little tiger? Besides condoms and lube.” Ant went to cover their reddening face and I took both hands in mine to pin them again. “Tell me now or I will end this and make you food instead. You don’t want my cooking.”

“Oh no,” Ant giggled and pretended to struggle, “You must be a Daddy Dom, you know how to threaten too well!”

Laughing along with them, I raised an eyebrow at their lack of answer and let their wrists go.

“No, wait! I’ll show you.”

Getting off of them was a serious hardship, when all my body wanted was to strip Ant down and get into their body any way I could. Leave more marks on their smooth skin. Instead, I helped them stand and followed them out of the room. They had me wait on the bed while they used the bathroom, and I wasn’t going to begrudge any prep time for them.

Ant returned with wet hair but back in clothes. They pulled out a drawer where I’d seen their clothes, then rifled through it until the second bag we’d brought with us was revealed. Tugging at it, the bag revealed to be open when most of the contents rolled out. Ant’s gummy worms and a strip of the condoms we used the night before, but also a butt plug, a crop, some cat gear, and a couple tubes that weren’t the lube we’d left on the nightstand.

“Not my Glo Sperm,” Ant dropped to pick up the few worms that had fallen, ignoring the myriad of sex paraphilia. Popping them in their mouth, Ant spoke to the bag while chewing, “I saved you.”

My laugh came out too loud and Ant fell back on their ass. I couldn’t help it, they were too cute. “You’re adorable.”

“Nope, you called me tiger,” Ant put the things back in the bag and set them on the end of the bed, “no take-backs. I’m your tig–a ferocious tiger!”