Page 31 of The Beast of London & His Pet

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“I will be a good kitten for my Master,” she said in a monotone voice.

I passed her some lined paper and a pen.

“Good. Now, kneel on the floor and write it down five hundred times,” I said as she stared at the sheets of paper.

Her mouth opened and closed again before she snatched the paper from my hand. I dropped the pen on the floor to watch her kneel down to begin writing her lines.

“Questo ti aiuterà a imparare le buone maniere, gattina,” I said to her.This will help you learn some manners, Kitten.

Her dull meow, made me snicker. It was so different to her desperate horny meowing. We were on the last few days of our honeymoon and I wished I had planned for a more extended trip.

When I thought I was making some headway with her training, her impetus nature ruined it for her. On the other hand, I was enjoying reprimanding her. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this calm and content.

The more I got to know and understand Francesca, the happier I was with my choice in a life partner. Although I wanted to shoot her for it when I first met her, I appreciated her honest tongue. Francesca Caruso was a unique young lady, and I could see why her Nonno would want to kill me if I didn't care for her.

She didn't know that I settled her family's debts as my wedding present to her. I wasn't about to tell her because I enjoyed being her villain. She had a healthy golden glow from the sunshine. This morning, her Kitten outfit consisted of a black fluffy tail with matching ears. I leaned over to toy with her tail until her writing faltered.

“Did I tell you to stop writing, Kitten?” I asked, pushing the metal plug back inside her asshole.

She was opening up adequately, but we still had a while to go before she could take me up her ass.

“No—meow,” she said before quickly remembering to meow.

Her pussy was wet from me toying with her ass. I ran my fingers down her pretty pink lips, spreading her open with two fingers to see the deeper pink colour. It would look so much better with my cum dripping out of her.

My shorts began to tent out as my dick started to harden. Sadly, she had to finish writing first. I pulled the tail down to cover her pussy, but it did little to dim my desire to rail her while she carried out her punishment.

When I glanced at the illegible handwriting I almost took pity on her. She might not make it to five hundred with her difficulty to remain focused. My teasing her didn't help matters, but Ifound I had little self-control around my new wife. If it were up to me she would be sat on my cock 24/7. With a heavy sigh, I sat back.

I would need to make these last few days count.

Chapter 20

Francesca

A droplet of sweat rolled down my back towards the nape of my neck. My arms ached as they were pulled back behind me and pinned by the rope from the ceiling. While my deranged husband had frog tied my legs and left me face down on the table. My feet hung over the edge of the table and I wiggled them against the rope around my ankles.

“I will need to get a few of these hooks put in our bedroom ceiling,” he mused as I heard his naked feet pad across the floor.

He stood over me holding his massive dick in his hand and I opened my mouth. The man had been teasing me for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably only around twenty minutes.

“Good kitten, lick my cock,” he murmured as he pushed his cock into my mouth.

Again I licked and sucked him, tasting myself on him as he watched me while slowly wanking his cock. This was my punishment for snapping at, but I swear he was purposely needling me, willing me to fail in his so-called training.

“La tua dolce fica ha un buon sapore, gattina?” he asked me.Does your sweet cunt taste good, Kitten?

I glared at him because he knew fine well I couldn't speak with his donkey dong in my mouth.

“Why so angry, little Kitten?” he asked, mocking me with his usual sanctimonious smug smirk.

He pulled out of my mouth and began to slide his cock over my cheek until I felt it catch in my hair.

“You need to learn obedience, Kitten. In my world your life could depend on it,” he said in a low and ominous voice. “I have many enemies.”

This I could believe because if he didn't fuck me properly I might kill him in his sleep. When I felt the tip of his cock against my lips again, I could have cried but I opened my mouth for him. He lifted me by my shoulders, momentarily relieving the ache in my arms before he thrust his cock inside me, pushing past the back of my throat.

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