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katie did her best to forget what had happened between her and ewron. purposefully staying inside and only going out when the needed to. she felt sick to her stomach every time his words echoed in her mind. about how she didn’t really belong anywhere. he was sort of right. she never stuck with one thing, never truly belonging.
she hated that she felt like she could belong with him.
even when they bickered, when they went back and forth about who did or said what behind their backs. when they yelled. and then when they managed to make up, the rush of it was so satisfying. a disgusting, addicting cycle. adding sex to the mix was a really bad idea.
she’d completely gave up getting her cats back. the only way she could is if she talked to ewron and well… she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
ewron knew she was avoiding him. she’d done this many times before. however these circumstances were different. she was avoiding him because he was right, he was right and she wanted more. she knew she was the human equivalent of a stray cat, and she so deeply wanted to belong to someone.
he’d become sort of frustrated with her avoidance. he wanted to see her again, see the look on her face when she saw him for the first time since he was inside her. just thinking about it made him hard.
he decided they’d have to see each other again sooner or later, and since he finally knew where she lived, he could just… go there. not like she’d be out anyways.
the trapdoor was unlocked. forgetful. he descended down the ladder and quietly slunk down the corridor that lead to her living area. he peered around the corner to where he couch was.
katie sat, knees to her chest. looking at the coffee table in front of her with a blank expression. her gaze was fixed on the collar, set right in the center of the table. ewron felt a smile tugging at his lips, but he pushed it away and composed himself. he stood up straight and cleared his throat, altering her to his presence.
her head snappped toward the sound. eyes instantly widening. she looked like a deer in headlights. she was dreading seeing him, and having it be like this was just a nightmare.
he stepped fully into view, giving her a warm but mischievous smile.
“it was unlocked.” he said with a grin. “i’ve missed you katie. how come you’ve been avoiding me?” he said as he took a few small strides towards her on the couch, tail swaying.
her shock turned into anger. she scoffed as she looked up at him with disbelief. “what makes you think you can just waltz up in here now? you mind-fucked the hell out of me the other day. obviously im avoiding you. i’m so done with.. with everything about you.” she sputtered out waving her hands in the air in frustration.
he peered over at the collar that laid on the table. gesturing at it with his eyes. “maybe you’re avoiding me, but you’re certainly not done with me, bestie.” her eyes narrowed. she hated how he acted like the best thing that had ever walked into her life.
“don’t pull that ‘bestie’ bullshit on me. we’re not besties.” it was true, they weren’t besties- they were fucked up codependent friends and enemies and now, something she didn’t want to put a name on.
ewron stood still, only his eyes moving to observe her standing up from the couch. he seemed amused by the situation. “i’m not pulling anything,” he said evenly. “you’re pissed. you’re hurt. and you’re right, i fucked with your head. so if you want to make me pay for it…” be spread his hands slightly, palms up. “go ahead. i’m not stopping you.” his surrender was fake. every word was calculated, everything he did was on purpose. he was thankful she couldn’t see that.
she blinked, caught off guard by how easily he yielded. the anger in her chest twisted into something hotter, meaner, more powerful.
“you think i won’t? because i will, ewron. i am so fed up with you.” she hissed, turning to snatch the collar off the coffee table. she took a stride towards him with her hand clutching it. she got right up in his space, looking down at him. he gave a sly grin, ears twitching.
he reached out, plucking the collar from her and reaching around to put it on himself. she watched with a smile prying at her lips. he never broke eye contact as the soft click of the buckle echoed in the room.
he looked docile, not a hint of challenge on his face. but, his eyes gleamed with a fire that she failed to notice. he lowered himself to his knees, folding his hands neatly in front of him. well behaved, or at least giving the appearance of it.
impulsively, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it roughly. he closed his eyes and gave a satisfied hum. he didn’t mind her being in charge for a bit. he enjoyed the idea that she was behaving this way only because he let her, because he wanted her to. he’d take control back soon.
“you’re just gonna sit there and take it?” she asked almost mockingly, tugging his head backwards.
“yes, i deserve it.” he grunted out reverently, the sting on his scalp sending a shiver down his spine. she looked at him, almost disappointed in him that he would stoop to this level. she wasn’t surprised though. she figured he might be into something like this.
he opened his eyes slightly, reaching for her free hand and bringing it to his lips. he placed soft, gentle kisses on the back of her hand. every tug of his hair elicited a soft whine, a sound katie thoroughly enjoyed.
“do you feel better, katie…?” he whispered as he placed soft pecks onto her knuckles. “does it feel good to punish me?”
she replied by pulling her hands away, untangling her fingers from his hair. he looked up at her, blinking a few times, seeming confused. she extended her arm back to slap his cheek, his head twisting to the side. it wasn’t that hard, she wasn’t confident enough to use her full force.
still, he gave a wince followed by a dark chuckle. he looked back at her, the docile expression slowly fading with each passing second.
he was offended that she took it that far. (it wasn’t even ‘far’, his ego is just too fragile). he decided he needed to be the one leading again.
“no, i don’t feel better yet,” she said, crossing her arms. “i think you deserve a lot mo-“
he swiftly stood up without warning, bell on the collar jingling. his hand jutted out, grasping her chin firmly. she stumbled back a bit, but his grip kept her planted to the ground. his other arm wrapped faintly around her waist. surprised by the sudden movement, she wrapped a hand around his wrist.
“that’s enough,” he said quietly, a dark stare piercing her eyes. she swallowed breathlessly.
“what, you couldn’t take anymore?” she taunted, giving a small smirk. he growled under his breath, walking her backwards until her back hit the wall, pinning her there with his body. The collar was still locked around his neck, but it no longer meant anything. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“i only let it happen because i allowed it.“
His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek almost tenderly. “i gave you the illusion because it makes breaking you again so much sweeter. now you’ve tasted power… and you’re going to feel the loss of it even harder when I take everything back.” he reached behind his neck, unbuckling the collar with a quick movement before roughly wrapping it around her neck, locking it.
“besides, you’re not a stray anymore. if you want to stay that way you should really be nice to the kind soul who offered to take you in.” his logic was messed up. he gave her the opportunity to do something and used it against her when she took it. to him, it made perfect sense.
she dug her nails into his wrist, teeth gritting with frustration. she tried to squirm from his grasp, grunting as she wiggled her waist around. his grip was unrelenting.
“i never said you could own me like a pet!” she spat back at him, trying to push his chest away. his feet stayed planted firmly in place, he became an immobile object in her way.
he tsked in reply. “but katie, you let me put that collar on you, you kept it this whole time!” he said with a fake-caring tone. “you don’t have to say it out loud. good cats don’t speak anyways.” he placed a finger over her lips in a shushing gesture.
he gave her a wicked smile that he attempted to make look gentle before spinning her around, pressing her chest to the wall and holding her arms behind her back. one hand placed firmly on her hip and the other pressing on her back, keeping her pinned to the wall. he pressed himself into her, his bulge nudging against her.
“you’re fucking twisted, you know that?” she said with a raised voice. he didn’t say anything back to her. just moved the hand that rested on her hip forward, diving under the waistband of her pants and hovering over her underwear.
“shut the fuck up, katie,” he muttered seriously. “no one else on this island wants you. you have to stick with the person who knows you best. you’re a mess, but i can give you a purpose. that’s all you want right?” he murmured into her ear, lies and tricks meant to make her feel like she had no one else but him to turn to. he preyed on her insecurities, poking at the holes in her heart. she barely even realized it was working.
his hand moved above her clit, the thin fabric of her panties providing a small barrier preventing full pleasure. she let out a shuddering breath, cheek pressed to the wall. she felt the weight of the words in her bones. she hated how right what he said felt.
he grazed one of his canines along her ear, goosebumps appearing on her skin. “let me make you belong somewhere,” his breath was warm in her ear. “i’m all you need. i’ll make sure of it.” while he spoke, he swirled small circles around her clit. she panted and whined softly.
she didn’t say no. her mind was split. a part of her knew that maybe this wasn’t right, that maybe it was messed up or improper or maybe he didn’t know what he was talking about. surely she could find somewhere to belong. but the other part was hungry, craving. it wanted to be owned, a true, unending purpose. someone who needed her as much as she needed them.
she was lost in her own thoughts before she realized he was unbuttoning her blazer, tossing it to the floor leaving her torso only covered by a bra. the cold air on her skin snapped her out of her private thoughts.
she let out a huff. “i hate you,” she said, voice wavering due to the pleasure infiltrating her body and the fact that she wasn’t convinced she even meant that.
he pressed harder onto her clit, a pathetic whimper falling from her lips. he pressed a kiss to her slender shoulder. “then tell me to stop. tell me you don’t want this and i’ll leave. you can go back to being lost.” she panted, letting out breaths that almost melted into moans.
she didn’t want him to go. didn’t want to say no. deep down she needed to belong, and the way he spoke in her ear made her melt right into his trap. so she stayed quiet, apart from the filthy sounds that she couldn’t hold back.
“that’s what i thought.” he muttered with victory into her shoulder. he gave it a long lick, something that made her shudder. he loved how every little touch made her body react in some way. verbally, physically, it didn’t matter. the way she was putty in his hands was better than any drug.
he moved his hand, pushed her underwear to the side so he could feel her wetness. seeing how affected she was made him smile to himself. her breath hitched when she felt a finger touch her sensitive bundle of nerves.
he didn’t start slow, he began rubbing fast circles around her clit. one of her hands pressed against the wall, fingers looking for something to hold onto. unable to resist, she gave a raw moan and cursed under her breath.
his fingers moved with ruthless precision, rubbing tight, fast circles over her swollen clit while his other hand kept her pinned to the wall by the hip. every frantic little sound she made went straight to his cock.
“that’s it,” he growled against her shoulder, licking another slow, wet stripe up her neck. “listen to those pretty noises. your body knows what you want.” she whimpered in reply, knowing he was right but never wanted to admit it. she hated letting him win.
she could feel his length pressing against her. she bucked her hips into his fingers, looking for more friction. there was a faint jingle of the bell on her neck but they barely noticed it. her sounds came in sync with the circles he rubbed on her, both steadily becoming more frequent. she clawed uselessly at the wall.
ewron bit down gently on the junction of her neck and shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue. he rubbed himself against her, showing her exactly what she did to him.
“you’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered. “i’ll let you cum when you agree you belong to me.” he pinched her clit for a moment before returning to the soothing rubbing motion.
a raw noise came from her throat, forehead slick with sweat. she wanted to badly to let go, to surrender her body to him and feel it wholly. and he was really making it hard to resist.
he usually didn’t mind playing the long game and waiting, but his own desire for pleasure was making him impatient. he sped up, giving her all he had. she could feel herself on the edge. she felt her resolve crumbling. words sat on the tip of her tongue, threatening spill out and submit like he asked.
with a groan of exasperation, she let herself speak. “i belong to you- ewron,” she panted out, short of breath. the words tasted humiliating on her tongue, but they also made her clench hard around nothing, betraying just how much she meant them.
ewrons fingers paused their torment, and she could practically feel the wicked smile spreading across his face against her skin.
“not good enough,” he murmured, voice dark and velvety. “say it like you mean it, katie. tell me exactly what you are.” she whimpered in frustration, hips rolling back against him desperately. After a few seconds of stubborn silence, the ache between her legs won.
“i’m… I’m your pet,” she gasped, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. “i’m your fucking collared pet. I belong to you. i don’t- i don’t want to be a stray anymore. just… please…”
satisfied with her submission, he sped back up, giving her the motion she craved. she moaned loudly. the buildup to her orgasm wasn’t depleted too much, she was already back to the edge.
a hand slinked around her neck, holding onto it with authority. “see, not so hard?” he said with a laugh. “good pets get rewarded. good pets get taken care of.” he spoke loudly over her moans.
the knot in her stomach was tightening, moans becoming whiny and erratic. she gritted her teeth, trying to hold it in. she wasn’t doing in consciously, but she was waiting for his command.
he knew she was right there. he wanted to see her come undone by his fingers. “let go, katie. don’t hold it back.”
as soon as he gave her permission, she unraveled. her legs shook, body tensing up as she reached her peak. her noises were guttural and raw, pent up emotions and feelings secretly intertwined with her release.
he slowed his movement, helping her ride out her orgasm with gentle touches. he spoke soft praises into her ear, talking her through the blurring pleasure.
“good girl, good pet,” he whispered, moving his hand from her core and hooking his fingers around her waistband. “so pretty when you do what you know is right.” he mumbled, slowly pulling down her pants and underwear at the same time.
she was quivering, breathing deeply, shaky and uncoordinated. she was too dazed to notice the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her. she felt a calloused hand rest on her hip, moving her in a way that would allow him to enter her.
he loved the way she looked. flushed, out of breath, so limp and easy to use like this. he rubbed his tip in her folds, coating himself with the mess she’d just made. her body flinched at the overstimulation. the hand on her neck held a little tighter now.
she was prepared enough to let him slide in easily. they moaned in sync as he rolled his hips forward, inch by inch. he held her hip, keeping her up so her legs wouldn’t give in.
he sank into her slowly, deliberately, savoring every tight inch as her soaked walls fluttered and clenched around his thick cock. a deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest the moment he bottomed out, hips flush against her ass.
“kurwa, katie…” he breathed hotly against her neck. “so fucking tight. you feel like you missed me.” it was just as intoxicating as the first time he’d claimed her like this. to him, this was the ultimate surrender, a true sign that she needed him in her life.
she let out a broken, high-pitched moan, her forehead pressed hard against the wall as her body tried to adjust to the sudden fullness. her legs trembled violently. If not for his strong hand gripping her hip and the other wrapped around her throat, she would’ve collapsed.
he stilled for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch of him stretching her open. he leaned over her completely, chest pressed to her back, lips brushing her ear.
“this is where you really belong. what you were made for,” his voice was low and rough as he moved backwards, pulling almost all the way out before giving a gentle thrust back into her. “you should be grateful i’m here, to take you in and make you a proper house pet.” his words were cruel but for some reason, she enjoyed every syllable. she loathed herself for it.
he picked up the pace, fucking her harder, deeper, the wet slap of his hips meeting hers growing louder and filthier with every thrust. the hand on her throat squeezed just a little tighter, while his fingers toyed with the leather collar still buckled around her own neck. a mocking reminder of how easily power had flipped.
katie couldn’t help it when a small string of drool slipped out of her open mouth along with the filthy sounds of bliss.
“look at you,” he groaned, voice ragged with pleasure. “drooling all over yourself like a brainless little fuckpet. feels nice to belong, hm? to serve a purpose somewhere?”
katie’s moans turned into desperate, broken cries. her eyes were glassy, mouth slack as every brutal thrust knocked sweet, devastating sounds out of her. her walls clenched around him, a signal that she felt close again. the tightening around him brought himself closer.
“your going to cum for me, aren’t you?” he rasped, pounding into her relentlessly. “cum on your owner’s cock like the grateful little pet you are. show me how badly you need to be owned.”
he angled his hips and drove into her even harder, bullying that perfect spot over and over. her moans were raw sobs, hips moving back in time to meet his. every sound she made hit him right in the heart.
she could feel her mind blanking as another knot tied in her stomach. ewron felt his own release approaching.
“ewron i- fuck, i can’t-“ she stuttered out in between thrusts.
a raw, guttural moan tore out of her throat as her pussy spasmed hard around his cock. the moans we’re slightly raspy as he choked her. her whole body seized up, thighs trembling, back arching sharply against his chest. clear slick gushed down her thighs as she came, hard and messy, her walls pulsing and milking him with every brutal thrust.
ewron groaned deeply, fucking her straight through it, refusing to slow down even as her knees completely gave out, chasing his own release. he held her up as best as he could, one arm wrapped around her waist while he kept slamming into her dripping cunt.
“that’s it, take it. shit-“ he was cut off by his own whimper, hips freezing deep inside of her as he spilled his cum. he panted against her shoulder, breath warm and deep. he growled into her ear, just staying put as they came down from their highs.
“you’re perfect like this. a perfect pet,” he said, voice just a bit hoarse. he moved his hand from her neck, bringing it down to tenderly rub her hips with his other hand too. she felt him twitching inside of her as they panted together.
he pulled out, watching their mixed fluids drip out of her and onto the floor. he let out a breath, in awe at the beauty of the sight.
she whined, forehead pressed to the wall. she yelled at herself in her head for letting him take control, giving him whatever he wanted yet again. she truly couldn’t escape this vicious cycle.
“you don’t ever have to be a stray again, katie…” he whispered. “i’ll be your owner, i’ll be where you belong.” she shuddered, not so much from the pleasure and exhaustion, but from the weight of his words. he meant it. even when she resisted, she always found her way right back into his lap.
ewron knew this. it was in his nature to prey on insecurities and faults, and it was almost as pleasurable as being buried deep inside her.
the room slowed, becoming quieter as their panting softened. was this reality? what was going to become of her now? would he even keep her for long, would she be back to being lost again soon? she wanted it to be true. a deep part of her felt that belonging with him. she spoke with uncertainty and anxiety.
“yea… i belong.”