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Naughty Kitty	By : myladymystere Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 7652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Anita Blake series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: all copyrights of the Anita Blake novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction.

Warning: to keep Nathaniel happy this is going deeper in the D/S whips and chains stuff. Read carefully, it gets a little hard to keep track of everyone--or so I'm told :)

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Naughty Kitty Chapter 3

Jamil stood staring down at Nathaniel, his hands on his lean hips. He was frowning at the wereleopard. Nathaniel wordlessly stared back at the splendid, muscled, naked body in front of him. Jamil must have undressed as he sucked Jason's smooth shaft, he thought. His eyes slid sideways to see a neat pile of clothing and weapons resting on the dryer's top. Jamil's deep voice recaptured his attention.

"How did we get distracted from punishing you, to instead, rewarding such a naughty kitty by letting you suck Jason's cock?"

Nathaniel widened his eyes and infused as much innocence as he could into their lavender depths. A disbelieving grunt was the response he earned. Large dark hands gently disentangled the wereleopard from Jason's sprawling limp limbs. The blonde werewolf mumbled a protest and opened his bright blue eyes as the wereleopard was drawn out from under him and from the chair. Nathaniel saw that the sleepiness in the other man's eyes was soon replaced by a wicked glint. Jason slipped the leather cord from around his wrist and handed the forgotten riding crop to the larger man. Nathaniel stood naked, his feet restless on the cold tile floor and shivered in expectation.

"Stand, facing me, in front of the washer, feet spread, palms out and upturned in front of you."

The young man instantly followed Jamil's instructions. The werewolf lightly tapped the riding crop on his own thigh as he approached Nathaniel. He gently rested the riding crop on the quivering upturned palms, drawing an anticipatory shudder from the wereleopard. Abruptly, he turned away to start looking through cabinets. Nathaniel's puzzled gaze swiftly returned to the blonde in front of him. Jason wiggled deeper into the cushions of the oversized armchair, slinging one leather-encased leg over an arm. The other foot moved to rest on the floor and the blonde's thighs were spread wide. Nathaniel licked his lips as he saw slender tanned fingers dip to play with a semi-hard cock that was steadily regrowing under his avid regard.

"Yeah, Jamil, he needs to be punished, pinken his pretty pale ass, and give me a few minutes to get back in the 'game'."

Nathaniel swallowed, as he realized just how demanding two Doms could be. His lavender gaze lifted to met Jason's smug blue one as the werewolf watched his expression from under the tilted brim of his leather hat. His delightful view was blocked as Jamil returned to stand in front of him.

"Raise your hands high and arch your back."

The wereleopard obeyed, carefully balancing the riding crop over his head. His chin tucked as he watched long dark fingers grasp one of his nipples and pull it out from his chest. The slight distension was wonderful on his stretched skin as Jamil played with him. His eyelids slid closed to savour the feeling, but they popped open when a tight wooden clothespin was placed around his flesh, leaving his nipple out thrust, hard and beaded. Jamil cocked his head, observed the results and gave a slight smile. The dark Were seemed pleased, Nathaniel thought, and shuddered when the procedure was repeated with his other waiting nipple.

Jamil braced his hands on the washer behind Nathaniel, a hand placed on either side of his waist. Nathaniel held his breath as Jamil's mouth slowly lowered to his chest and his tingling, distended nipples. An unexpectedly rough tongue lapped one and then the other. Nathaniel gasped silently, as sharp teeth closed around and pulled on his delightfully abused flesh. He lifted his chin to peer over Jamil's sleek shoulder to see Jason's encircling hand quicken its motions. Jason caught his regard and laughed low in his throat.

Jamil's warning growl jerked his gaze back to the alpha wolf in front of him. Jamil stepped away and Nathaniel made an apologetic mewl at his inattention. The larger man scooped up the dropped towel that the wereleopard had sniffed earlier. That seemed so long ago to Nathaniel. Powerful hands easily ripped the soft cotton into narrow strips.

"Turn around," was the stern demand. "It seems our little Kitty has wandering eyes."

Nathaniel sighed as he was blindfolded, feeling the warmth of Jamil's body radiating to dance across the smooth skin of his back and buttocks. He barely contained his wiggle of happiness as another strip was brushed against his lips. Parting his teeth eagerly, the gag was gently worked in his mouth and firm fingers knotted it in his tangle of hair. He could still smell and taste Jason through the cloth. Jamil told him that snapping his fingers was now his new 'safe' word.

"Pass me your punishment, Kitty."

Nathaniel swiftly complied, holding the riding crop over his shoulder and trembled when it was taken from him. Taps on the fronts of his thighs urged him to back up and slaps on the inside of his knees, to spread his legs further apart.

"Lean over, brace your hands on the washer," was the command he was eagerly waiting for.

His head was pressed low between his outstretched arms and he felt his hair gathered and tossed over his head to pile on the now forgotten towels covering the washer. Nathaniel moaned into the soft cotton gag as the leather tip of the crop was tauntingly traced over his exposed back, ass and thighs. The gentle stroking heightened his arousal almost unbearably. Its light teasing pressure was suddenly lifted and he quivered expectantly. A sharp swoosh of air heralded the stinging slap of leather on his bare skin. His fingers fisted in his hair and the towels as repeated blows were rained over his buttocks and thighs. The thick cotton barely muffed his fervent mewls that echoed every blow.

Nathaniel's awareness slipped into the space in his mind where only sensation existed and the wishes of his Master. Occasionally, the slaps would cease and only his panting and the wolves’ heavy breathing were heard. A warm palm would softly caress his heated skin, but at his wiggle they would resume the whipping until fire danced again across his skin.

Nathaniel emerged from his revere; he had no idea when the blows had stopped and he mentally scrambled hoping he had not missed any orders. Then he felt the wet laving of Jamil's tongue on his heated ass cheeks and it made him shudder. He heard Jamil's growls and forced himself to motionlessness. Nathaniel hoped he hadn't done anything wrong when he felt himself lifted and placed on the top of the washer. There, partly on his hair and the towels, he crouched on his hands and knees, confused, until he heard his next instruction.

"Hold your ass cheeks apart for me."

The wereleopard buried his face in his hair and lowered down to rest on his shoulders. His fingers curved around his still stinging buttocks and spread them and wiggled with pleasure at the wolf's approving growl. Nathaniel waited for what seemed like long moments as Jamil just stared, wondering what was going to happen next. His anticipation grew with each passing second. He was too high for penetration by Jamil's cock, if the wolf had forgotten their limitations. Perhaps he would be finger fucked by those long fingers or by the butt of the crop. He felt hot breath fan across his sensitized skin and frowned in puzzlement, then it centered and hovered, warming his displayed opening. Nathaniel shivered and waited, when the moist wet probing touched him, everything just seemed to phase out for him. Short flicking licks teased and tormented him until he felt Jamil's face settled firmly against his ass and lips covered him as a warm wetness pushed into him and prodded his opening. When it retreated, he mewled in dismay, only to have it return, bolder and more insistent.

Another withdrawal had him pushing back, until he was filled with warm wetness, longer and thicker than any tongue nature had ever made. All Nathaniel could do was mewl against his gag as sensations washed over him. Hard hands held his hips still as Jamil plundered and explored his ass over and over. He had heard about this, but had never experienced it for himself, pleasuring their tricks probably never crossed his John's minds. And this was pure pleasure, tears leaked from his eyes at the strength of it. He spread his knees wider and canted his hips harder against the werewolf and wallowed in the sheer bliss. Finally, when Nathaniel though he could bear no more, Jamil paused and drew his mouth away. The dazed wereleopard vaguely heard, "Umm...umm good." as the werewolf rubbed his bristled jaw over his hypersensitized skin. Nathaniel flinched when the short stubble brushed over his wet, sensitized opening. Another long lick soothed any small hurt. He knelt, swaying and shuddering until strong hands lifted and turned him so he sat on the washer, his hands still in the position that had been demanded. One of his buttocks rested on the crumpled towels while the other shivered at the contact of cold metal.

"Release yourself." Nathaniel wiggled his hands from under himself as gentle hands removed his gag and blindfold. Then strong thumbs brushed his cheeks as he sat with his eyes still closed.

"Why are you crying, little kitty?"

He pressed into the palms cradling his face, rubbing against them. His still closed eyes made it easier for Nathaniel to answer.

"I cannot begin to tell you the things that have been shoved into my ass, things not meant to ever go near there...but never anything as good as that."

Muscular arms encircled him and Nathaniel wrapped his limbs around Jamil to cling tightly, burrowing his face into the mass of the other man's braids and the curve of his neck to deeply inhale the man’s reassuring scent.

"I can't promise many things, but I can say that I plan on doing that many, many more times," was whispered softly in his ear.

Warm hands cradled his still tingling buttocks and he was lifted from the washer and held against that strong body. Nathaniel lifted his head to peer over Jamil's shoulder. Jason had risen and walked over to the ironing board raised against the wall. The blonde tilted his head, the hat still sitting at a jaunty angle, as he considered it seriously. The smaller man smiled and lowered the board, reaching underneath to adjust the height of the long padded surface. Once he had it adjusted to his satisfaction, he patted the top. "Bring him here," he told the other wolf.

As Jamil walked, carrying him the short distance, Nathaniel's sensitized ass rested along the top of the larger man's erection. The tantalizing grazes brought the wereleopard's arousal to the surface again and he rubbed his distended nipples against the hard planes of Jamil's chest. Jamil had noticed his actions, and when he was settled on the ironing board, lying on his back, the tortured crests were stroked and tweaked as he arched and gasped in response. He could only pant, when the two wolves’ mouths closed around them to lick, nip and suckle in perfect unison. He writhed when the pressure was released and the clothespins tossed to the floor. The demanding mouths returned, encasing his swollen nipples and the tender skin surrounding them with wet warmth. Nathaniel fisted his hands into his hair to keep from touching the men without permission.

The men straightened and Nathaniel was able to catch his breath. He was told to hold his knees with his hands and keep them spread up in the air and open. He heard Jamil step away as Jason fussed with his hair. He raised his head so it's long length could flow to the floor and the blonde tried to smooth it a bit as he muttered, "Geez Nate, have you ever thought of cutting this to a more manageable length?"

"Garfield."

He felt both wolves stare at him, and Nathaniel tried to hide his own shock. He was amazed to realized he had a line he would allow no one, Dom or not, to cross. True, it was just about his hair, but it was HIS hair.

"The hair is not to be cut or shortened," he stated quietly.

Jason leaned over to give him a grin and a big sloppy kiss. Jamil smiled also, and stepped forward to hold a straw to his lips. Nathaniel vaguely remembered him carrying a drink in earlier. A limey sports drink flowed down his throat and he swallowed thirstily. But it was something else that Nathaniel really hungered to taste. As Jamil leaned slightly forward to hand the drink to Jason, his cock was temptingly close and Nathaniel's tongue snaked out to sneak a lick. Jamil started, and looked down at the wereleopard. Nathaniel assumed his best 'innocent' look, blandly blinking up with his large lavender eyes. Jamil's dark gaze narrowed.

Large hands curled around his shoulders and dragged his body back until his head hung over the edge. The round curve of the crown of Jamil's cock bumped against his lips and he swiftly parted them. The long, thick length of the larger man's erection was worked into his mouth, all the way, deep in his throat, with out any preparation, until it was hilted fully, wiry pubic hair against his lips. Then, when Nathaniel thought his gag reflex would kick in, it was slowly eased out. Instantly, the wereleopard missed it and his tongue extended to follow it. The head of Jamil's cock came back to rest against his lips and Nathaniel's tongue expertly probed the leaking slit. When he parted his lips again, the hardness returned to fill his throat. This time he tilted his head more and made swallowing movements. A harsh groan was his reward. The leopard tried vainly to concentrate his attention on the dark wolf's slowly stroking shaft but Jason's slender nimble fingers toying with his own erection was wonderfully distracting.

Nathaniel felt the large werewolf lean over him and Jason's deft touch was amplified with the heated breeze of Jamil's breath. Jason's fingers still encircled the base of his cock and held it trapped for Jamil as the wet warmth of the dark wolf’s mouth lowered to engulf it. His mouth increased its suction on Jamil as his excitement over his own cock being sucked washed over him. He felt one of Jamil's hands protectively cup the back of his neck so his spine wouldn't slam against the ironing board's edge as the strokes plundering his throat increased in force. The heavy muscles of the werewolf pressed Nathaniel's slighter body firmly into the unyielding surface as Jamil bent over him. Grunting and groaning in pleasure, Jamil swallowed him deep and rapidly worked Nathaniel's cock in and out, pulling and sucking in a relentless rhythm.

"You come when he comes," Jason told him before the blonde bent his head to tongue Nathaniel's shaven scrotum.

His balls were gently enclosed in the wet warmth of Jason's mouth and the two wolves matched their motions as Nathaniel writhed under them. A tiny part of his mind desperately hoped the ironing board wouldn't collapse as he bucked against its hard surface. He started purring and the cock in his mouth swelled even more and began slamming deeper into his stretched throat. As Jamil's swinging balls banged against his nose, his lungs drew deeply on the musky scent of wolf, sweat and arousal. When fingers filled his ass, stiff while being shoved in, but curling on the retreat stroking against his prostate, his purring changed to tormented mewls. He didn't know whose fingers were invading his body and that added to Nathaniel's excitement.

He started a frantic keening cry around the hardness in his mouth as his own erection threatened to erupt. His hips, pinned between the two mouths and hard hands, twitched and jerked helplessly and shivers raced over his skin. His balls tightened and tried to draw up but couldn't, trapped, as they were in Jason's demanding mouth. Nathaniel started a begging mewling that was muffled by the fullness in his mouth. The hard slams between his lips increased and then stilled as Jamil ground his cock deep. Shudders rocked the hips pressed against his face and thick spurts of salty sweetness poured down his throat. Sobbing with relief, Nathaniel swallowed the bounty hastily. The young wereleopard finally allowed his own orgasm’s release into Jamil’s waiting mouth as Jamil's creamy seed continued to empty inside him. After long moments, the hardness still lodged deep lessened, and Jamil eased out his spent cock. Nathaniel panted, drawing in lungfuls of air. His head hanging, Nathaniel closed his eyes, and did not even attempt to focus on his upside down world.

"My turn?" Jason's voice sounded hopeful.

Nathaniel's eyes shot open and his head jerked up to blink at the grinning blonde.

"No, mine." Jamil's rumbling voice answered.

Nathaniel watched as the larger dark wolf scooped up the smaller man and gently deposited him on the cushion of towels on top of the washer. Nathaniel only caught a glimpse of the feral expression on Jamil's face, before the larger man buried his head between Jason's tanned thighs. Each of the blonde's leather encased legs was tossed over a shoulder and his booted heels kicked helplessly against the muscled expanse of Jamil's back. Jason fisted his hands into Jamil's braids and began whimpering at the dark wolf’s expert ministrations. Over the dusky-skinned man's bobbing head, Nathaniel watched his friend's expression of agonized pleasure. As Jason writhed under Jamil's plundering mouth, his hat finally slid from his tousled blonde hair to bounce to the floor. The smaller werewolf's howls echoed again as Nathaniel watched Jason orgasm into Jamil's greedy mouth. As Jamil lifted his head and moved to enfold his lover in a tender embrace, Nathaniel let his weary eyes drift shut again.

He heard the washer being loaded and the water rushing to fill it, as a warm cloth cleaned him before he was scooped up in strong arms. He felt Jamil sit in the oversized armchair and settle him in his lap. Nathaniel opened his eyes at Jamil's deep chuckle of mirth. Both laughed at the blonde as Jason struggled and hopped to remove his boots, the skill and gracefulness so evident on stage, deserting the young werewolf in his tired haste. Jason had grabbed the throw, and after he wiggled onto the chair with them, they managed to spread the chenille over them. The young wereleopard rested his head against Jamil's chest, the other man's heartbeat echoing in his ear, and closed his eyes again as Jason's smooth legs draped over his. In the background, the comforting rhythm of the washer lulled Nathaniel to sleep. Before his consciousness slipped into the waiting darkness, Nathaniel drowsily murmured, "I do laundry on Saturdays, too."

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