There was a reason why I gave Stiles all week without me. I assumed a week would be enough for me and my ex to meet.
I was right. Three days after my first session with Stiles, I met with Michael. We fucked. Oh, I needed it. I always was sexually insatiable, but since I found out I'm a werecat my libido went through the roof. It wasn't heat. I just wanted to fuck to satisfy my body, not find a mate and produce cubs with him. Gods know, I don't need any mate.
So, we met and we fucked. I almost forgot why we broke up, but he reminded me that immediately when I opened the front door: So, you called to give me my birthday present? True, his birthday were in less than a week, but of course it wasn't the reason. I just snorted at his question.
He was very thin, as always. There were some muscles on him, he played soccer after all, but still. His dark hair, green eyes and stubble was what I liked about him the most. He was younger than me by two years. When I thought about it, I realized that except two first boys in high school, the rest of my boyfriends (well, the official ones) were younger than me. Do I have a kink for younger boys…? I didn't want to know the answer to that.
As a bonus to the sex, I got an invitation to Michael's birthday party. I said I would come and said goodbye to him. You might think I'm a heartless bitch (smirk), but I told you I have very low tolerance to men these days. It was this low tolerance.
I wasn't as busy at work as I was couple of weeks ago, so I could chill a little. My friend was going to the hospital for an operation, so I was free of worrying I would do something stupid, like punch him in the face or kiss him, both in the middle of the University hall. I will not see him for at least two months. Everything was quite good. I somehow managed to put my mind at ease…
I was monitoring Stiles' progress from safe distance. At first day, I just listened to him. He was trying, but his breathing was still screwed. I sighed and send him a text: Breathing! Then started my car and returned home. The second day, I observed him outside his window and then wrote him an e-mail pointing things he made wrong and things he finally got right. His feedback said I'm a total creep, just like Derek and that next time I should just get inside.
So, the third day, I came in (through his window) and sat on the windowsill. Though I was in no danger, I wanted to be sure, I could flee anytime I wanted. Stiles just rolled his eyes and got to exercises. He was doing better, although he still couldn't put his hands flat on the floor. But I believe, three days is not enough for your tendons to get stretched enough after sixteen years. I praised him after he finished, which earned me a big smile. Yep, it was time to flee. I said quick bye and was gone.
The next day, he wasn't at home, so I decided to take a ride through the city.
It was late and the traffic was lazy. I drove the streets, recalled the places I've visited, people I've met. Nine years in this city… Everything felt so familiar, but at the same time, everything was new. It was because of my were-senses. I saw more things, things I haven't noticed before. Smelled a lot more scents, which I wasn't so sure was a good thing, because sometimes this city stank. I also caught some unfamiliar and weird scents, but drove away from them as fast as I could. Tonight I wasn't in the mood to deal with them.
When I returned to Stiles' house, it was still empty. I got worried a little and texted him:
To Stiles:
Have you practiced today?
From Stiles:
Yes mom lol are you creepin' outside my window again?
To Stiles:
No. Birds said you're not at home ;
From Stiles:
what birds?! Scott doesn't know anything
I smirked at that. If he was with Scott, it was ok. I could go home.
To Stiles:
; bye Stiles
The following day, Stiles asked me to come in and after debating with myself I said yes, but assured him it was not our next session. I kept an eye on him while he practiced, and read our guidance book about yoga. I restrained myself from any comments or flirtation. I just praised him and pointed his mistakes when necessary.
The sixth day I went to Stiles, his father was at home. If his police car was any indicator. I drove away and haven't returned.
So, everything seemed to be good. But when everything is good, something has to get screwed, so the universe equilibrium is untouched. The screwing part comes the seventh day…
I knew it was a little late for Stiles' exercising, but I thought it wasn't too late. When I drove past his house, I saw no police car - his father was at work. I parked my car in a distance, then walked slowly towards the house.
I could hear Stiles' fast heartbeat and ragged breath. I got angry. It was a week and he still didn't know how to breath properly?! Oh, I'm gonna make him cry for wasting my time… Then other things were released to me. Stiles was moaning and I felt his arousal. Fuck! He was masturbating while I stood there under his window dumbfounded. He started some time ago, but his orgasm haven't built yet.
Oh my god, I never thought I would be able to feel things like that. But when Stiles whispered "Agnes", I definitely felt it between my legs. When I realized what I was doing, I was already in his room, gripping the hand which he used to masturbate.
- Stop - I ordered him. At first Stiles was so shocked, he was motionless, but then his embarrassment kicked in and he got flushed all over his face. He wanted to scramble to his feet and run away - Don't move! - I said in harsh words - Don't fucking move… - then it was a whisper, because I didn't trust my voice. I started to stroke his wrist and his panic seemed to subside a little.
- Agnes, what… - he wasn't able to finish his sentence, because I covered his mouth with my palm.
- Don't speak… Unless I tell you to. If you disobey Stiles, I'm gonna put your sock into your mouth. I can promise you that. Do you understand? - I looked hard into his blown eyes, they were so dilated. I could see myself in them. My eyes were dark and filled with lust. Stiles nodded in understanding and I moved my hand away - When is your dad coming back?
- He… he's got a night shift, s… so it won't be till about 4am - his voice was so out of breath. I liked it. I liked it even more, because I knew it was because of me. I started to unbuckle my belt. I felt panic rising in him again.
- Don't worry, I'm not gonna hit you with it - I said calmly, but then added with a grin - at least not today. Give me your wrists - I asked gently.
He raised them and I tied them firmly, but not too tight. I didn't want to cause him pain. Then I moved his arms above his head and used my belt to immobilize them, somehow tying it to the bed frame.
- Try it - I motioned at his bonds and thankfully, he understood what I meant. When he stopped and realized there is no way he can get away from me, I felt a peak of excitement in him. I smiled at that - Good.
I started to pull up his t-shirt, which was already quite high, like Stiles was playing with his nipples. The thought made me shiver. The tee had to be taken off, but I didn't want to rip it. I put it off by Stiles' head and left it tangled with his wrists. Then I peeled off his boxers.
I took a step back and admired the view. Stiles was slender. Tall and lean, but he had muscles. It was a pity he hid them under those plaid shirts. His shoulders started to get broad, which meant he might become a man soon, but with his adorable face it might take him some more years to get there. His skin was pale, dotted with moles. Oh, this moles were, like trademark for Stiles. His body hair was fine as for boy his age. His happy trail was gorgeous and his pubic hair curled sweetly.
He was still breathing heavy, though his heart wasn't rabbit's. And he stayed silent. He obeyed. I was going to reward him for that. Maybe I watched too much porn (yes, I watch porn, sue me), but having this naked boy stretched before me was incredible. I felt so powerful. I had all the power in the world and the boy was going to soon know exactly what it meant. Or maybe it was because my Feline looked at him like he was my prey. My sweet little prey, that I captured and could do anything I wanted.
I ran my fingers along his body. His calf, tight, hip, ribs, chest and arm. His eyes observing me all the time. The moment I touched him, he sucked a breath. I felt his muscles tensed under my touch.
- My sweet boy - I couldn't stop myself, I had to say it. In response he whined. It brought another shiver in me.
Still fully clothed, I climbed his bed and straddled his belly. His muscles contracted and I could see almost every rib. The friction of my trousers must gave him a nice feeling. He was biting his lower lip, like he was restraining himself from making a noise. I moved like I was riding him, to check if I would break him. He just bit harder and shut his eyes tightly.
- Stiles - I said, gently cupping his face in my palm. His eyes were immediately open - I don't want you to talk, but you are free to make those sweet noises of yours - there was surprise in him.
- Can… can I ask something? - he pleaded and I couldn't say no.
- Mmm… - was all I said as I started to take off my cardigan.
- What are you doing? - I laughed at that. But then I felt his embarrassment. He's got me wrong, so I decided to fix it. I started with kissing the tip of his nose, his cheek, first left, then right. His pink lips were slightly parted and I licked his bottom lip. He moaned lightly.
- Stick out your tongue Stiles.
- But… - he started protesting.
- Do it - I said threateningly and he obeyed in an instant.
I licked it carefully and showed him that I wasn't going to kiss him. At least not yet. I put my palms on his arms and sucked his tongue. Oh, it was so slick and nice. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his. He definitely liked it. When I pulled back, I saw how red his face was. I smiled at that. The color was spreading to his neck and chest. Then I licked his earlobe and bit it lightly.
- Isn't it obvious what I am going to do with you Stiles? - my breath was ghosting his skin.
- I… - he started talking, but remembered I forbade him to. But it was too late, he disobeyed me.
- I told you not to talk Stiles - I said in an irritated voice and would tug at his hair, if they were any longer - You need to grow your hair, so I could tug at them - I verbalized my thoughts - But that is not the matter now - I put my palm on his throat and squeezed it a bit - Now I have to punish you, because you disobeyed me - I said in a steady voice, looking in his startled eyes. His heartbeat speeding - How should I punish you… - my face was millimeters from his.
I could see droplets of sweat on his forehead. Stiles was biting his lower lip, preventing himself from talking. He finally understood, that I wasn't expecting his answer. I turned my eyes turquoise and felt his arousal peaked. I grinned. I knew the answer. I squeezed his throat again, this time harder, but only for couple of seconds, then let go. I moved my palms on his pecs and without warning, I dragged my human nails top to bottom of his chest. His scream was music to my ears. It was rather from surprise than pain. The view of his upper body was breathtaking. He was sweating, panting and red. His eyes big, mouth open. His chest with ten, bright red lines.
- This will do for the first time - I smiled and moved to get off of him. I felt his disappointment - Oh, no. I'm not done with you Stiles - I grinned and glanced at his penis. He was still hard. Good. I plan to make it rock hard.
I took off my boots, then trousers. When Stiles saw my black cotton panties his heart skipped. I smiled at that. Then I found one of his shoes and took the lace. He looked at me puzzled.
- Well, I want to have fun too. And since you started earlier than me, we have to do something about that… - I looked at him closely. He was nervous, but not scared - Be a good boy Stiles and open your legs for me - I said nicely but firmly. He gulped, but slowly opened them. I sat between his legs - Good boy - I praised him - You see what comes from listening to me? - I ran my hands up and down his tights and smiled at him.
I petted him some more and then moved to his penis. He whined when I wrapped my hand around him. The second was firmly placed on his hip, keeping him from moving. It took only couple strokes to make him as hard as I wanted. Then, I took the shoelace and tied it at the base of his shaft and testicles. When I did the final knot, he whimpered.
- Shh… - I petted his abdomen - This will prevent you from coming too soon.
I knew he was in pain (of course bearable amount of it), so I needed to distract him. I took off my panties and crawled to meet his lips. This time I intended to kiss him. I licked his lower lip and tugged at it. It earned me a moan from Stiles. I hate those chastity kisses, so I went straight to business. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and met his. It took him some time to properly kiss, but when he finally got it, he became very greedy. I broke the kiss and heard him whine. But he was happy. I smiled at that.
- Do you feel any pain down there? - I meant his penis - Answer me Stiles.
- No… - he seemed surprised by that.
- Good. I'm going to ride you now - he was shocked, like he wouldn't believe this was actually happening - But you are not allowed to come, not until I say so. Do you understand? - I said in a very strong voice. He nodded.
I went south, grabbed his penis in my hand and slid him into me. Stiles made a sound. Mix of a moan and whimper. A loud one. I smiled at that, though he couldn't see, because his eyes were closed. I started to move, slowly. At first Stiles panted, but then his moans made me more aroused and wet. My hands roamed all over his body, touching, scratching, admiring him in my own way.
I started touching myself then. I fondled my breasts and touched my clit. While I was playing with myself, I quickened the pace. My orgasm was starting to build. I pinched Stiles' nipples and his eyes flew open. When he noticed I was smiling, he shyly returned it. I leaned and kissed him deeply and very greedily. The change of angle made me moan into his mouth. When we finally broke the kiss, I leaned more and panting, said to him.
- Move your hips.
Stiles obeyed instantly and brought me more pleasure. I bit into the flesh of his neck and arm to muffle my moans. He understood I was having a very good time and it pleased him. He moved his hips more eagerly to please me better, but I knew I had to slow him down, so he wouldn't come too soon.
I changed the position. Straightening myself up, I threw my hair in the air in a rapid movement, which got me a gasp from Stiles beneath me. I was in full control again.
I placed my palms on his pecs, moved faster and clenched my inner muscles (I heard Stiles mumble Oh my God!). I grinned. I was close. My moves became erratic and all of my muscles tensed. When my orgasm hit, I exploded clenching my fingers and digging them in Stiles' flesh. I exploded with pure pleasure and bliss. And a moan that was more animal than human. I rode Stiles some more, still trembling, still clenching my inner muscles and still orgasming.
It took some time for me to calm down. I let Stiles' shaft slip out and then teased him a little with my vagina. He hasn't come yet. I haven't allowed him that yet.
I sat beside him on the bed and took him in my left hand, stroking slowly. My right hand was petting his still reddened chest. I hoped my marks will fade quickly from his skin. Stiles was moaning sweetly, his eyes closed and mouth open. He was so slippery from my juices, my hand was sliding up and down with ease. His orgasm was building, but I wanted to tease him more.
- Do you want to come Stiles? - my voice was low - You can tell me how much you want it - his eyes opened. He licked his lower lip and felt unsure. I raised my brow in anticipation.
- Yes… I want to come… badly - he said out of breath. I smirked at that. Well, he was quite obedient, so I can finally give him what he wants… or not.
- Beg for it - I said as I loosened my grip on his penis.
- No, no, no. C'mon Agnes, please let me come… PLEASE - if I said he was out of breath before, now he was… He was more than out of breath.
My eyes turned turquoise again and I became wet. His pleadings fueled my lust. I tightened my grip on him and added a twist of my wrist.
- Oh God, yes, yes… - I slapped his inner thigh and his hips jerked up. I immediately stopped everything.
- Who told you, you can move your hips? - I asked angered. His eyes were horrified.
- I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Agnes. I… It won't happen again, I swear! - Stiles started to fight against his restraints, like he wanted to flail his hands. I smacked his penis. Hard. It got me his attention.
- Stop. I am going to stroke you until you come and you won't move a muscle. Because if not, I am going to leave you exactly as you are now. You understand? - just a nod - Good.
I gripped him and started again. I moved my thumb over the tip of his penis couple of times, which earned me loud moans. Very slutty ones.
- That's it Stiles. Show me how much you want this. Show me how much you need this - as I was talking to him, I undid the knots of his shoelace.
I could feel his orgasm near the corner. I let him have it. He moaned very unmanly and his whole body shuddered. His come flew in the air, which made me chuckle, but fortunately Stiles was too busy reliving his orgasm to notice that. I stroked him through, while he made those sweet little noises of him.
When he was recovering, I wiped my hand on his thigh and abs and started putting my clothes on. Stiles was quiet. He was breathing steadily, his eyes closed. He was happy and content. I smiled at that and approached him.
- Stiles - I whispered to not to startle him. He opened his eyes and looked at me - still smiling. They were so warm, so trusting… I leaned and kissed him long, sweetly… and so lovingly.
I broke the kiss, retrieved my belt and after making sure his wrists were ok, I turned to get a grip on myself. I just used an underage to have sex with. And his father is a sheriff. Am I retarded or something?! Or something…
- You need to take a shower. A long one. And change your bedding and air the room. And it would be good if you haven't meet with anyone like Scott or Isaac… - I finally turned to him - Are you even listening to me?
- Dude! We just had… - I looked at him like he just lost his mind - Sorry for the 'dude', but seriously, we just had…
- Sex! - I shouted - Yes, I know, can we please move on? - now, he looked at me like it was me, who lost mind. I moved closer to him and took one of his hands in mine - Stiles, we know people who have exceptional sense of smell. For how long do you think Scott will keep his mouth shut, if he finds out about this? - I could almost hear the gears in Stiles' brain as he started thinking. The answer to my question and repercussions of our action finally came to him and caused sour expression on his face.
- Shower, bedding and avoiding… Yeah, I understand… - he said with resignation. All happiness flying away.
- Hey - I squeezed his hand - Be careful around your dad too.
- Oh, c'mon! Give me a break - I cupped his cheek.
- Stiles… - I looked him hard in the eyes - be careful. You're underage and I am definitely not. It speaks for itself - I raised my brows.
- Yeah, but… - I put my thumb on his lips.
- Stiles… - this time I groaned in a warning. He zipped. I pulled him for a kiss. The most chaste. And then left.
It's my Feline. This constant feeling of dissatisfaction... They are causing it. This constant buzzing, jingling, itching - call it whatever you want - under my skin... I feel like I'm locked in a cage... Definitely too small for me. There is no room for me, no air... I'm rounding inside this cage restlessly... And I understand now, that I need more than I have... My Feline is demanding more... She... They need more room, more air, more control... They need to control, to dominate...
And the only way to let go of this jingling is to fight viciously... to strike the final blow... to feel hot blood dripping down my mouth... or... to have sex... Hot and intense... Demanding, commanding, dominating... With claws and teeth... To scratch, to bite, to mark...