Page 15 of Scaredy Cat

I straightened my back against his chest, and placed his hand over the cat tail that protruded from my skirt. "I put it in a few minutes ago. I thought you'd like it if I surprised you this Halloween. It's only fair." I purred, rubbing my backside against him suggestively.

With a sharp intake of breath, Zach spun me around to face him, his eyes scorching behind the mask, the glow of green no longer able to be contained. "We need to go to our bedroom. Now. Before I fuck you in front of your friends."

I shook my head, my smile turning mischievous. "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea."

Zach's eyes darkened, and he growled, "Don't tease me, witch or—"

I took a step closer, running my hands up his chest, loving the way his heart pounded beneath my fingertips. "Or what?" I murmured, my fingers lightly pinching his nipples through his shirt. "You know you want to. Take me here. Right now."

He groaned, and I saw his eyes close briefly as if he were fighting for control. But I wasn't a scaredy cat after this year with my demon. No, I craved his depraved attention just as much as he wanted to give it to me. "Goddamn it, Stacey, you know I can't deny you anything. But—"

"No buts," I whispered, raising my hand and snapping my fingers.

Suddenly, the world around us froze. The clank of glasses, the lively conversations, the laughter—all halted as if time itself had stopped.

Everyone in the large room behind us on the balcony was suspended in action, their faces frozen in mid- sentence or mid-dance.

The music continued to play through the speakers around the large room but that was it.

Zach's eyes widened, and he walked back into the room, a mixture of shock and awe on his face. "When did you learn this?"

I giggled, and my hands clapped in glee as I strutted across the room gesturing to the crowd that stood like statues.

"I've been wanting to tell you about this one.

I found it in that old grimoire you brought home for me last month.

At first, I could barely get the mailman to freeze.

But, I've been practicing using that technique you taught me where I channel my desire into my intentions. "

"That's always been my favorite lesson."

"Mine, too." I whisper.

"You never cease to amaze me," he said, as he met me in the middle of the room. "But you do realize what this means, don't you?"

"What does it mean?"

Zach slid the mask off his face and dropped it onto the floor before pulling me into his chest. The press of our bodies together was incredible, but the heat in his eyes promised something far more intimate.

“It means, my naughty cat,” he said, placing his hand on the top of my head, right between my cat ears and began pressing downwards gently until I was kneeling before him, “there’s no escaping what I’m about to do to you here on display for all to see.”

The taste of Zach filled my mouth, his cock throbbing, and I whimpered around him, my tongue flicking and teasing.

I loved the way his piercings felt against my tongue, a unique sensation that made me so wet that he might as well have had that cock in my cunt instead of my mouth.

The cold metal contrasted with his hot, hard flesh, making my knees weak and my pussy clench.

I'd managed to get his pants and shoes off, but his dress shirt was still on although he was lazily working on the buttons.

Zach knew just how to drive me crazy, and he did so without mercy. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as he thrust eagerly, his hips moving with an urgent rhythm. I gagged, my eyes watering, and he growled above me, whispering filthy promises.

"That's it, Stacey. Fuck, your mouth is so perfect.

Such a good girl, my slutty little witch.

" His voice was hoarse but he kept praising me.

"Look at you. Look how good you take me. Fucking hell, I can smell how wet you are from me and it’s making me even more unhinged than I already am.

Do you love this? Everyone's watching us.

They see you on your knees, taking my cock like the hungry kitten you are. "

I moaned, my body vibrating with pleasure at his words.

The idea of being watched, of putting on a show, sent me into a tailspin.

I wanted to be his filthy girl, to be used and displayed.

I ached to be filled, to be claimed, and I knew Zach would give me everything I wanted and more.

I looked up at him and licked the tip with quick teasing flicks, swirling my tongue around the top piercing.

His shirt, finally unbuttoned, was tossed to the ground beside the rest of his things.

I reached down, needing to touch myself, to ease the ache between my legs, but Zach stopped me, his hand firm on my wrist. "Not yet. I want you to ache for it, to need it so badly you can't take it anymore. To beg me."

His length slipped from my mouth, and he hauled me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. The feel of his thick length pressed against my stomach made me squirm, and he chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. "Patience, Stacey. I promise, it'll be worth the wait."

Then, he carried me to the grand white marble staircase in the center of the room, a spectacular backdrop for our passionate display.

I couldn't help but feel powerful, being held in his arms, my magic coursing through me, ready to unleash if he wanted it, but I’d since learned to keep the visual purple of my magic inside.

Zach set me down a few steps up, and I knew what he expected without him having to ask. I bent over, bracing myself on the step, my skirt hiked up, exposing my bare ass to him.

"You like this view, don't you, demon? Go on, take what you want." I purred, my voice teasing.

"Oh, I plan to." He stepped closer, his breath hot on my skin, and his fingers trailed along my slit, making me moan. "But first, I have my own surprise for you."

I moaned as I felt his fingers curl around the butt plug tail I'd worn for him.

Zach gently tugged on the tail and I clenched around it with a low whimper. He continued playing with the toy with one hand while the other pressed two long fingers inside my other wanton flesh and I rocked back against him.

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he whispered. "If you could, you'd understand how hard it is to hold back right now."

My core clenched at his words, his fingers driving into me, sending sparks of need through my body. I pushed back against him, pleading for more, desperate for the release that was teased just out of reach. And then there was something between my legs.

Wait, both his hands are on me…

What is that?

"Zach, please." My voice was breathless, pleading. "I need you."

He chuckled, the sound making my arousal coat his fingers and my inner thighs. "Impatient little witch. You want me to just take you, here on these stairs?"

"Yes."

All of a sudden there was a slap against my clit while his hands worked in tandem, one teasing my ass with the plug and the other playing with my pussy. I gasped as I looked down and saw the red triangular shape slap against my sensitive flesh again.

" Holy shit ." The words were a hiss, my breath catching as he slowly pulled the plug from my ass, making me tremble with the intense sensation before pressing it back in. "What is that? What are you doing?"

Zach growled, his voice a low rumble. "You don't play fair, Stacey. But neither do I."

Before I could ask what he meant, he lifted me without warning and set me on the stairs before he sat before me.

Before I could fully straighten, he positioned me onto his lap in a straddling position.

The head of his dick was pressing against my entrance, aching to be let in.

He grasped my jaw in one hand and roughly turned my head to look to the side, my cat ears tumbling down the steps.

Then I saw it.

A deep crimson tail with a spaded tip a little thicker than his erection—the same thing that had just teased my clit.

He leaned into me, his mouth by my ear, hot and damp. "I told you I had something special for you tonight. It seems I can only access my demon form on Halloween now. Funny how everything has reversed, isn’t it? Are you sure you want me to take you, to claim you like this?"

"Yes!" I moaned, and rubbed my wet cunt along his tip, trying to coax him inside on my own.

His tail came down hard on my right ass cheek and I gripped his shoulders for balance as I cried out.

He let out a dark laugh and tore my black top straight down the middle before using his clawed hands to tear my bra open so I sat in only my skirt and tatters around my chest.

Then he took pity on me, plunging deep and filling me to the core.

A scream tore from my throat, a mix of pleasure and the delicious sting of stretching, having him bury himself within me to the hilt.

Zach held me tight, his arms like steel bands around me as my body adjusted to both him and the plug.

Finally, he began to move, his thrusts hard and deep, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

With every stroke of his cock, I could feel the tightness caused by the toy nestled tightly in my ass.

"That's it, ride my cock. Take all of it, Stacey." His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "You feel so fucking good, tight and wet around me. Made for me, made for this . This pretty cunt was destined to be fucked by a demon."

With a slow, deliberate tug, he began to pull my tail out, and I writhed, the sensation shooting straight to my center. At the same time, he used his other hand to tease my cunt, his fingers moving in a familiar, delicious circle around my clit.