A New Negotiation Method (Thorita)

Clark purred and looked over her head, his massive height added to the attraction of Catherine's small size. He chuckled he kissed her shoulder, "then they'll be jealous, won't they? Now they can see us, but can they hear you?" He purred and slammed into her abruptly. He knew that the couple would know he was there, given it was public knowledge that he lived in this building's penthouse, but they'd be too far to recognise the female he was with.

With the tops of her now-exposed boobs pressing flat against the thick reinforced glass, Catherine moaned loudly, her repeatedly heavy breathing fogging up the pane in the spot in front of her mouth, the lioness panting as she was fucked out in the open. "M-master, they see us." She groaned, noticing a couple in the observation deck of a nearby building pointing right at them.

Clark growled his pleasure and slammed her into the glass, which thankfully for the both of them was installed with bulletproof measures and thus was thick enough to withstand their combined weights slamming into it. Why he needed bulletproof glass was beyond him, but he had hired personal protection which combed the hotel premises often and even checked in with him, his head of security had advised that he get it. Clark gripped her waist slamming into her roughly, while his other hand scooped her boobs out of the tight outfit, foundling and pinching them.

Mewling out with need as her master kept her hanging, Catherine finally let out a happy help as he thrusted all the way inside her all at once, her boobs pressed firmly against the glass along with her nose, the lioness remaining perfectly still to be used as Clark's personal fucktoy, just as her collar displayed.

Clark had moved one of his hands around her to grip one of her breasts while the other snaked down to her waist, for a moment he did nothing. Abruptly he slammed into her, burrying himself balls deep inside the small lioness with a pleasured grunt.

"Yes, Maste- Ah!"  She was in the process of turning her head when he slipped only his tip into her, driving the already-sensitive lioness wild as she strained not to rock her hips back and take more of him, knowing that would certainly lead to punishment, but she grew more and more desperate for cock by the second, the male behind her driving her wild as she scanned the nearby buildings with a dark thrill running through her to see if anybody noticed them yet.

Clark purred as he walked in and saw her, "face forward kitty, I want everyone to see you-" of course the two of them were too high up for anyone to know who she was, though he knew anyone in the buildings around them would see exactly what was going on. He slowly unbottoned his dress shirt and threw his tie away, when he was naked he pulled her dress over her hips, pressing his tip into her, teasingly bucking his hips.

Catherine shuddered as she listened, realizing her master was about to indulge her fantasy from earlier. Before leaving the room, she knelt at his feet, as if worshipping him, and kissed his foot, quickly standing back up and bowing her head as she gave him a somber "Thank you, master." She quickly followed his directives, putting her slutty maid outfit back on and then her collar, with an oversized bell along with the tag to boot. The bell jangled loudly as she moved, the cessation of the sound serving as Clark's signal that she was in position, the female standing with her scantily-clothed chest and hands pressed up against his floor to ceiling windowpane , her cheek also rubbing against the window as she watched him walk in.

He chuckle, enjoying her smirk, "go put your outfit back on kitty, when it's on I want you to go to the bedroom and put your hands against the glass." After a moment he smiled again, "I want you to wear your collar too." A while ago Clark had brought her a collar with the inscription 'property of' followed by Clarks full name.

"M-master," Catherine stammered, her fluids leaking down her leg, leaving a noticeable wet trail, "just like my pleasure, my punishment is for you and only you to decide." She gave him a knowing, slight smirk, however, letting him know she would be happy either way. After all, if he kept teasing her, it just meant a bigger orgasm later.

He began massaging one of her breasts, purring against her throat he asked her, "do you believe you've been punished enough kitty?" He asked her, he was curious to how she would answer.

Breathing heavily as she was once again brought to the brink of orgasm... and then denied once more, Catherine squirmed needily in his grasp, unable to think of anything else to beg she simply let out an animalistic whine.

(Ah thank ya! )

"Hmm" he said thoughtfully, he kissed her, muffling her pleas, he pulled back and pressed his fingers into her agonisingly slowly. Ordinarily he may have told her not to speak during a punishment if her begs weren't turning him on. This was evident as his length began to harden under her, beginning to brush her ever so lightly. He brought her to the edge again and then removed his fingers.

(No worries! I made our other thread colorful just for you! )


Catherine could hardly wait as he pulled his fingers out of her while she was on the verge, thinking he intended to ram his cock into her and finish her off that way. Her hopes were shattered, however, after waiting a moment, and she whined out loud when she realized that this torture was her own fault. Still, she tried to beg to him, her pussy juice leaking out of her and onto his digits as she pleaded with him "M-master, please!"

(Sorry haha I've got a really short attention span, the colours catch my attention, in the future I'll make sure our roleplays have pretty colours! )

Clark wasted no time stimulating her until she was dripping and close to releasing over his fingers. When this happened he eased his fingers out of her, keeping the movements agonisingly slow so she wouldn't come. He continued to keep her at the very edge, it was a fitting punishment given she seemed to think she was in control of her own pleasure, he was teaching her how wrong she was, that he controlled if and when she could release.

(Don't forget about our workplace romance RP )

Moaning quietly as he pushed three fingers in her, teasing the lioness with his cock but holding it just out of her reach, Catherine mewled with disappointment, wanting his full length in her so badly, though she was content with his three fingers for the moment, unaware of the extent of what he had planned for her.

He growled at her in warning, it wasn't like his usual playful growls, he pressed his hands to her hips letting his claws gently touch her to warn her further. He lifted her up so she straddled him, hovering over his dick but not touching it. He abruptly pressed three fingers into her, beginning to stimulate her, which unfortunately would now consist of some kind of punishment.

Purring loudly, Catherine eagerly sauntered up to Clark's chair, straddling the man. Unable to help s herself as she sat so close to the attractive man, she started to grind on his cock teasingly, more than willing to receive punishment from him for it if he so decided.

Clark purred at the sight his little minx showed him, he rolled his chair back, "come here kitty" he told her, opening his arms, inviting her to sit on his lap, his hand still tangled in her hair gently.

Before she could speak, Catherine had a present for her master. Purring softly beneath his desk, she waited until he made eye contact with her, then slowly, deliberately opened her mouth, showing off that it was chock full of his sticky semen before swallowing the load whole, peeking out from between his legs for further instructions.

Clark purred at the sight before him, his strong-willed female completely submissive to him, it was the combined efforts of her deepthroating him and her soft hands that made him fist her hair roughly though not overly painfully and come thickly within her mouth, groaning out and praising her amazing mouth as he did. He looked down at her, running his fingers over her soft fur, "good kitty" he praised.

Catherine pinned her ears back at his praise, the naked lioness now going to town on him since they were in no danger of being caught based on their moans of pleasure, the female taking more and more of Clark's length gradually until she was deepthroating him, having trained her gag reflex long ago while doing the same thing, the woman bobbing her head gently but keeping most of him in her mouth as she jacked off whatever wasn't, eager for him to cum for her.

Clark had to put the phone on hold for a brief moment to groan and praise Cathrine with a "good girl." The pause was brief, too short for Peter to question. After another minute, Clark hung up the call, unable to stop himself from grunting in pleasure, he tangled his fingers in her hair, guilding her head gently, pre cum oozed from his tip, his hips slowly moving to meet her mouth.

Catherine had to fight to suppress the moan that escaped from her as she gargled his cock, ears pinning back and cheeks heating up with warm embarrassment as she listened to the two men talk so callously about her as she gave Clark his blowjob, slowly starting to bob her head on his shaft and swirling her tongue around his length, inhaling his masculine scent deeply and closing her eyes, her world becoming the sounds of the men's chatter and the lewd slurping noises that emanated from their sloppy contact.

Clark continued to speak to the reporter until the conversation was cut short, the reporter obviously realised that he wouldn't get anything out of Clark that he could twist to make Clark look like an twisted bastard. He'd been about to call someone else when a familiar number appeared, he chuckled lowly, his business partner and close friend Peter had a hardon for Catherine. Clark put the phone on loud speaker, "Clark" Peter greeted him, "Peter, did you finish up that paperwork I asked you to?" There was a low tussle - obviously Peter trying to find the papers "yeah, I'll give them to fletcher-" Clark's assistant "-Tomorrow." Clark waited he knew Peter had something to say, "what do you think was rammed up Catherine's ass today-" gently Clark pushed her head down to take half of his cock, a simple act that gestured to her, he knew the answer to the question. "Especially with you..she seemed awfully dominate" He chuckled. Clark happened to enjoy the idea that he had something- Catherine - that other men wanted, he would have no issue moaning and grunting his pleasure over the phone, but he respected Catherine's job and body too much too risk destroying her reputation. He began gently petting her head, "I'm sure all it would take is a man strong-willed enough not to be intimidated by her strong will to have her on her knees." He looked down at her in challenge.