Chupa's Pet

For the next few days a routine was established. Cat slept on the floor in front of the fire, just like a cat, and Chupa slept in his bed all through the day. At dusk he woke up, and in turn woke her up. She would pour a drink of whisky for him from the decanter on the table beside his chair. He would go and sit in his chair and drink it, and she would disappear into the kitchen out of sight. Then, she would hear the heavy thud of the door closing, and the turning of the key, her signal to begin cleaning. When he returned she would wait by the entrance to the living room and wait for what he wanted her to do. Sometimes he ordered her to him and he would fuck her on the carpet where she slept, in front of the fire. Other times he would look at her strongly, his eyes heavy with alcohol, and she knew to leave him well alone. On a few occasions it had been a mixture of the two – he had been drinking heavily and asked her to perform crude sex acts with him, or for him.



Cat had now started to work on new black out curtains for the windows in Chupa’s room. She had found out his name a few nights ago, he told her to say his name while he was fucking her. On rummaging through the house she had found many things to amuse her in her master’s absence. Such as sewing equipment and material, a jigsaw puzzle, and a diary that belonged to a woman who lived here previously. She also found a book with no front or back so she didn’t know the title, but it was a romance novel and she was enjoying reading it.



On one particular night Chupa had been gone for a few hours but still less than he normally disappeared for. She heard him unlock the door, and stumble in, cursing under his breath. She could smell alcohol and cigarettes already. Moving to the doorway of the living area, she watched as he drank from the decanter heavily. He gave her a sharp look and she went to head back into the kitchen, preparing to sleep there if she had too.



But he went after her. Grabbing her wrist she cried out in shock. He pushed her against the wall, pinning her to it as he pushed his weight against her.



“Don’ walk away from me.” He warned her, holding her throat tightly. His free hand travelled up the dress she had made from spare material, hoisting her leg up around his waist. He removed his hand from her throat and started to kiss the red area. “Relax.” He murmured into her neck. “It’ll be more fun for both of us if you just relax.” He kissed her lips, not forcefully like all the times before but more gentle, stroking her tongue with his own in a strong rhythm. Chupa moved her other leg round his waist, and ground his growing dick into her pussy. She cried out in pleasure for the first time ever. Something inside Chupa melted, and all he wanted to do was hear her moan like that over and over again.



He took her away from the wall, and still kissing her mouth and her neck he walked them to his bedroom. Her arms moved round his neck lazily and she pushed up harder against his muscular body. He laid her on her back on his bed, and moved down her body. Pushing the dress she had made from scrap material up to her stomach he inhaled the smell of her getting aroused. Dipping his head he licked a bruise on her inner thigh, something no doubt he had caused. He sucked at her clit and she bucked underneath him. He held her down with his hands on her hips and made her cum, letting her juice fall down her thigh and onto the bed sheets below. He was rock hard inside his pants and so removed them before causing himself any more pain. Literally he tore her dress off, leaving her completely naked chest heaving up and down. She grew wet again and this time when he thrust inside her she felt warm, wet and silky.



“Oooooh Christ.” He said under his breath. She was warm, and to his cool skin it was nearly burning him. Moving in a small rhythm in and out of her he hooked his arm under one of her bent legs, pulling it up and allowing him to go deeper.



“Oooooooooooooooh” Cat cooed in a low voice. Chupa moved to her throat, his tongue pressing on her pulse. He couldn’t fight the urge to sink his teeth into her. He did, but not all the way. Cat bucked underneath him which only caused more pleasure for him. She began her attempts of pushing him off her neck. He took four or five gulps of her blood and then pulled back, coming in her at the same time. The feeling of his seed inside her made her body writhe with pleasure despite the previous burning pain in her neck. He pulled out and as her muscles were still contracting he licked away the blood from the wound he had made.



He laid on his back, letting her lay there for a few minutes, before ordering her back into the living room. She got up as per his request, in pain as she reached down to the floor to pick up her ripped dress. She decided to fix it. Not like she had anything better to do.



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