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The Kitten & the Bear - Part 3

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Summary: As the night continues, Jen finds herself locked up with Walter at the interrogation room and Walter had just enough of her bratty behaviour.

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+. Dobius consent, abuse of power, punishment, bratty behaviour, MaleDom/FemSub dynamics, degrdation, slight BDSM, biting, oral, LOTS of oral - female receiving, oversitmulation, male masturbation, bodily fluids all over the place, primal play, sexual intercourse, some angst and eventual fluff. Buckle up.

A/N: The last part is here. Hope you will enjoy it. As I mentioned, this is a collab between @wolvesandhoundshowltogether and I, written by BOTH of us on my RP account. We converted it from small parts into an actual story and so I hope you guys will enjoy it. My eyes hurt after 3 hours of editing, excuse me for any mistakes I made.

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

Previously...

“Let them watch,” he growled. He pulled his digit out and licked my wetness and saliva off it. He let go of the chain, and I pulled my arms back to my chest as I watched him sit down on his chair, pull my panties down and stuff it in his pocket.

“Ready?”

His musk engulfed me, a potent mix of his masculine perfume, sweat and an earthy scent that was him. Walter smelled like the night, a pungent aroma that was explicitly him. It was only natural that I was drawn to his darkness. But right now I was conflicted between desire and fear, mesmerised by the predatory glare on his bright cobalt eyes and his careless, savage behaviour.

“I’m ready for you to take me home,” I whispered, looking back into his eyes pleadingly while I sensed the cold air in the room blowing at my exposed pussy.

Walter tilted his head as if he was weighing the options, then turned his face to the mirror, thinking. Holding my breath, I waited for his decision.

Next thing I knew, Walter's hands clamped down on my thighs, forcing them apart as he plunged his wet tongue between my folds.

"No!" I screamed, but my body did nothing but encourage him. His beard tickled me in the most delicious ways and what his mouth did was a sin in itself.

Walter Marshall eats pussy mercilessly.

His skilled tongue dived in, curling deep inside while he suckled on my lips and his thick beard left a burn all over my sensitive skin. I writhed on the desk, trying to kick and fight and move away from his hot, pleasing mouth while it whispered the vilest tales of ecstasy inside me, but Walter's grasp was an iron hold and forced me further against his hungry mouth. I could feel my own wetness on the hair of his beard.

“Walter! Ah!” The more I moved the harder his fingers clutched me, and I could already feel the prolonged pleasure building up while I fought to force it away.

As Walter sensed my attempt to suppress the orgasm, he pressed his face harder against my mound and licked me with even more force. I pleaded with him to stop, though my hips swayed despite my will and rode his face. With a last wide lick and a kiss on my folds, that would have put any regular kiss on the mouth to shame, he forced me into an earth-shattering climax.

Walter lifted his head, mouth and beard glistening with my arousal, his eyes burning with lust. He never loosened his hold on my thighs.

My lips were a quivering mess, body shuddering, and my cunt still throbbing from his violent kiss. I stared at him with disbelief, making small little sobbing hiccups and the worst part was that I wanted him even harder, but the guilt and embarrassment were beyond degrading.

“Take me home?” I whimpered, my heels kicking over the desk, having hard time keeping my feet up. But the stern look on his face just alerted me that he was anything but ready to let me go and deep down inside I wanted nothing but for him to fuck me till it hurts.

"One down, three more to go" he drawled, completely ignoring my plea.

Eyes fully wide, I breathed out weakly, "What?"

Walter looked at me with sheer arrogance, "You really thought you can parade around in that dress showing your ass to everyone, and I won't end up doing what I did the last time you wore it?"

I looked to the large mirror, embarrassed and alarmed of what those people will witness as Walter was adamant about wringing four orgasms out of me.

"How can you do this in front of them?“ I asked with teary eyes.

For a brief moment, my mind fell back to that night we went on a first date, Walter took me out to a fancy restaurant, and I was bothered the entire time that I’m dressed too promiscuously for him, but then again he couldn’t keep his eyes off me the entire night, despite his inner battle.

That goodnight kiss quickly turned into a hot makeout session and ended in the back of his truck. Though being the perfect “gentleman”, he didn’t want me to repay the favour. I took care of that on our 2nd date.

“You’re treating me like a whore," I snapped back, managing to slip from his grip and crawl back on the desk but he quickly dragged me back and flung my knees over his shoulder while giving me a cruel sneer.

"I'm treating you like MY whore." Walter smirked. "And given that you are wetter than before, I'd say you want me to." With that, he sank between my legs and started feasting on my wetness with harsh bites and soothing licks.

I screamed, throwing my head back and arching on the desk. Somewhere between the laps and sharp nips, I stopped caring and for a twisted reason, began enjoying the fact that someone might be watching me.

My cuffed palms reached to grab his hair, and I fell back into the backseat of Walter’s truck, being reminded of how good it felt to have this hulking man shoot me up to heaven on the tip of his tongue. Quite too embarrassingly fast, I came again, tears rolling down my temples.

“Stop… stop” I gasped, not nearly as convincing as I wanted to be.

"We're only halfway through," Walter reminded me as he peeled my legs from his shoulders and stood to lean over me. Capturing my mouth, he kissed me aggressively, smearing the wetness from his beard of my chin.

"Be a good girl and come twice more for your husband." He commanded as he fisted my hair and forced me to stare at him.

Still basking in the high of my ecstasy, I nodded completely obedient at the utter loss of power. My bones turned liquid, gone was my rebellious nature and my sense of decency. Filled with shame, my sobs of resistance were now replaced by wanton little hiccups. I glanced at him with the big eyes of the submissive sex kitten he always wanted me to be, praying for this to be the end of it, uncertain of how much of his punishment I could endure.

Breaking my untameable brattiness to turn me into an obedient little kitten was the greatest high Walter could imagine. His upper body was hovering inches above mine as he murmured in my ears, "There is nothing I love more than your firey little body yielding to me."

He descended his mouth above the line of my cleavage and bit the soft flesh of my breast. Desire ripped through my body like a whip. Walter trailed down further, sitting back down and giving my inner thighs a whimsical nip.

While his words still trembled through my chest, I hissed at the teeth that broke my skin and left wet little creases down my inner thighs. Walter kept circling my mound but only drawing nearby.

“Walter!!” I cried out helplessly, careless of the people who could hear us in the other room. Not only everyone could see us, but I was also sure they could hear it all across the station.

“Sir, please!!!”

It was tormenting. Walter feasted upon everywhere but where I needed him to. His velvety lips showered first my outer then inner lips but kept carrying away from the spot. Trying to elicit more friction at my centre, I swayed my pelvis toward him, but he had none of it. His hand pressed down on my hips, and he bit down on my mound, causing sharp pain and buzzing tingles to spasm through my core. No matter how much I begged, he took his time, driving me crazy, making me totally riled up. And as he pulled away and breathed on my pussy I couldn't sustain it any longer.

“FUCK!!!”

My nails dug into my fists, the pressure built up in my lower gut, trying to force its way out without the one final push and shove. Fresh tears began running down my cheeks, and I cried, half of it a show, the other pure despair, “I’m begging you! Walter!”

Walter growled approvingly into the flesh of my outer lips, adoring my transformation from a loud tornado of a hellcat into a purring, pleading wanton little princess.

The power he wielded on my body made him feel almost drugged with satisfaction. As he saw my inability to handle the frustration any longer, he dived into my core with his wide, skilful tongue.

I came almost immediately, my entire spine rose from the surface of the table, my cries so loud someone might have thought I was being murdered. By the time I came down from my high I was drained, uncertain if I could even take another one.

“Babe, I can’t….”

"One more" Walter insisted. I whimpered, but he interrupted me. "It's not up for debate. One. More."

Back between my legs, he dragged himself along my wet slit but didn't stop there. I tried to jump as I felt his muscular tongue at my perineum, licking the small, delicate region with maddened desire.

Slippery, he trailed the uncharted territory, and I whimpered with fear as I felt his tongue on the thin, sensitive skin between my pussy and my anus.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

Walter ignored my question and simply lifted his gaze to meet mine. Something ominous grew on his glare, and as I tried to read into it, he suddenly snapped his mouth and bit down on my flesh. Sharp fangs sank into the engorged wet skin at the bottom of my pussy, and his jaw clamped down between the two orifices.

This entire time, his intense, dark orbs were locked down on my hooded, tearful gaze.

“AHH NO!” I screamed. Tears immediately sprang from my eyes, and I looked at him, pouting at the intense pain. My face was turning red in seconds, and my entire core jittered.

“Walter! Hurts!!” I mewled incoherently and reached my cuffed fists to my face to wipe away the tears, sniffling like a little girl. Though oddly, I felt myself even closer to release as the inflicted pain aroused me.

Walter gave a gentle lick where he just bit me, and let go of my legs. One of his hands snaked to the cuffed wrists rested on my chest, and I was shocked when he covered both with his huge paw. His touch was rough but loving, and his eyes never veered from mine.

My breath hitched as I noticed his other hand disappearing beneath the surface of the table and the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled echoed between the walls.

Still shuddering and tearing from the aftershock of the stinging pain, I looked at him both alarmed and excited and snapped at the mirror “Walter…” I warned him but fuck, I really needed him to fill me, four orgasms were not enough if I didn’t have him inside me, “I want you to fuck me so bad” I whispered, looking into his eyes with a rain-storm gaze.

Walter lifted his face and looked at me sternly.

"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered and unzipped his jeans. The sound made me involuntarily lick my lips, and Walter groaned but then plunged his mouth down between my legs. Devouring my folds and my clit while maintaining eye contact.

Desire gnawed at me as I noticed he was pumping his cock, and my climax was building alarmingly rapidly. With his tongue delving deep into my cunt and the sound and sight of him pumping his cock I came all over his beard for the very last time.

Breathless I slumped back onto the desk and watched him. My muscles were so drained I couldn't even move anymore.

Hungry eyes devoured the orgasm that shook through my body as he raised his head. His right arm was still pumping, and beads of sweat appeared on his temple. My eyes widened as I saw him straightening up, rising to his full, impressive and menacing height. My gaze descended to the massive angry red tip of his cock while he tugged at it with a steady rhythm.

Stepping closer, he grabbed my thigh by his other hand. The grip was tight, almost painful, and slowly he slid to my inner thigh and started talking.

"You've been a bad fucking brat tonight."

I gasped, but he didn't stop, the fingers reaching the apex of my thigh and pressing down on the sensitive flesh, causing a deliberate pain.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he demanded, eyes burying into mine, his impending release palpable between my sated and his riled up body.

I hissed with shock, my throat so dry words couldn't even form on my tongue. Looking at him completely struck, I nodded obediently and squirmed in his grip.

“Walter, please, please,” I whispered, begging, giving him a naive look that would usually throw him off the walls ,“Sir, please, I’ll be good, please put yourself inside me!” I have long forgotten I am being watched, all I cared about was us.

Walter's hand left my aching thigh, and he reached to my nape, pulling it up and forward.

I felt like a helpless doll as he was keeping me sat up with only his grip. He leaned slightly forward so that his face hovered above mine and slowly shook his head while he growled, "No. Only good girls get their master's cock."

He moaned loudly, and I gasped as I witnessed my husband climax and shoot his seed all over my tender pussy. Warm and thick cum coated me whole and dripped between my battered folds.

My legs spread wider, and pant of utter shock escaped me. The tingling sensation left me humiliated, yet incredibly wanton and throbbing in need to have him inside. Yet, my heart then dropped, realising he meant every word, and I wouldn’t be getting my way with my lover tonight.

Glossy eyed, I lifted my gaze to meet his. My entire body shook, and I was suddenly devastated as both my climax and the substance in my blood dropped. The realisation that I've just been degraded in front of the entire police force struck me like a slap on the face. I began feeling small, the pain searing me from both inside and outside. Drenched with shame, I turned my head to the side, hiding my face from the mirrored wall.

Having slight difficult to breathe, Walter tucked himself back in his pants and then reached a hand to my face.

"There's no one out there,” he said softly, noticing my sad tears. “No one saw you. I sent them out and locked the anteroom. It was only us.”

There was no need to question his reliability, as much as he was a beast of a man, Walter would kill someone before letting anyone see me naked, let alone in such a vulnerable, intimate moment. But the harrowing sensation of being watched lingered and so did the hurt of his punishment. I looked down at my cuffed wrists and shrug, nearly crying, “I want to go home.”

I tried to prepare myself for his refusal, but he surprised me.

"We're going home," he murmured.

He uncuffed me and scooped up my trembling body, then he took me out of the building through the back door. Carefully placing me on the passenger seat of his truck, he started the car to turn on the heat. I watched silently as he reached back to the backseat and returned with his winter jacket. He tucked me in it and excused himself, saying he needed to go back inside for a sec.

Slumping into the seat, I snuggled in his chunky jacket, inhaling the musky scent that my mind associated with safety and trust. My wrists still ached from the cuffs, and my legs trembled from the effort of going through overstimulation. Tears threatened to emerge, but I wiped them away while waiting for him.

Walter rushed back inside straight to the bullpen where he saw Keylah and Steph chatting with Toby. "Take the girls home and put all three files on my desk," he ordered him, but his eyes roamed the room, and he let out a deep breath as his eyes locked on the gigantic teddy bear. He grabbed it and turned to leave.

"Is she okay?" Steph asked worriedly. "She is" Walter snapped at her angrily. But in fact he was angry at himself, and only one of the reasons is that he actually lied to Steph.

As Walter lingered, a turmoil of emotions hit me. Like an anxiety attack, I battled to breathe slowly, hoping that he would be back soon.

The guilt was heavy in my chest, all the wrongs I did tonight, the store, the way I spoke to him and the humiliation I caused in his workplace. I was ashamed but also felt hurt by his behaviour and the longing, of course. All I wanted to do was hug him and make love to him, but I couldn't even look at him right now.

Walter rushed out, climbing into the driver seat of the truck and wordlessly offering the enormous stuffed toy to me. My hands reached for it, clutched the huge bear and squeezed it to my chest. Walter caressed my face and leaned in for a soft, loving kiss which was somehow still too harsh for me.

"You know that I love you," he whispered.

I glanced at him, and then answered quietly, squeezing the stuffed animal harder for comfort. “I know, bear,” I hesitated slightly and then smiled faintly, “I love you, Walter”.

But I turned my gaze down to the plush toy and waited for him to take us home as I was still shaken by the entire situation. As he began driving my eyes were fixed on the wedding band around his finger.

Breaking the silence, he abruptly cleared his throat and began speaking.

"I'll handle this. I'm not saying that I was leading you on the whole night about the severity of the situation, because I have to pull some really uncomfortable strings, but I can make this go away without penalty or criminal records." He glanced at me and then continued. "But you must understand that not only was it law-breaking, but also very dangerous. The clerk could have had a gun."

I took a deep breath, considering my next response carefully. Even though I was still furious at him for stalking me, I knew he did this out of concern, but his overprotective nature was making me feel like I can’t so much as breathe without him knowing. Still, he was right, “I’m sorry,” I answered, staring at the teddy bears' shiny eyes “I was… I don’t know what to say, I wish I could erase this night.”

He glanced at my face, then licked his lower lip. "All of it?" he asked, one eyebrow cocked, his expression was almost cheeky.

He looked back at the snowy city road as one of his hands reached out and took my left wrist, softly peeling it off the huge plush toy and gently rubbing the bruise the handcuffs left on it.

His thumb rolled over the bone of my wrist, causing my strained muscles to immediately relax, and my eyes softened. I turned my gaze to his, focusing onto his well-defined lips between the mess of coarse beard and thinking of how that hot mouth had just been on my most intimate spot.

It made me shiver.

“Not all of it…” I hinted with a small smile, “though I really needed you inside me.”

"I know, baby" Walter cooed as he carefully raised my hand to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. Soon we arrived home, and Walter circled around the car to open the door and easily scooped me up in his arms along with my purse, his jacket, and the huge bear.

Deftly, he opened the door and took me through the hall. Putting me down, he crouched to take my red pumps off after placing my hands on his shoulders so that I could lean on him.

I peered down as he unclasped the little strap carefully between his long, large fingers and slipped the shoe off before placing it aside and then worked the other.

Big and burly as he was, he was suddenly incredibly gentle, his thumb caressing my ankle and I squeezed his large shoulders and bit on a moan.

I couldn’t even begin to describe how much I loved this man, all the anger and resentment I felt for him earlier erased by a simple expression of care.

“I’m sorry” I called out, fluttering my mascara-heavy lashes. Walter lifted his head to meet my eyes silently “I’m sorry I was a bitch, I didn’t mean it. I love it that you are clingy.”

"It's okay," he replied quietly. "I know you didn't mean it. Or at least I hoped so," he added as he stood up with his knees cracking, and he kicked off his shoes, then he pulled off his sweater, revealing a simple black shirt that hugged his muscles deliciously.

I watched the flexing of his biceps and pecs, mesmerised as he took his gun, the handcuffs and my panties out of his pocket and how he discarded his badge, putting them all on the low seat of the hallway.

Fuck, I couldn’t get over the fact that I was married to such a big,

intimidating, attractive man. All my friends were madly hot for him, scrap that, all town knew who officer Marshall was and he just carried himself without even paying attention to the fact that he was dead handsome, only caring about the job and of course, forever worrying about his hell of a wife.

My hand reached to his pecs, pressing gently to feel his heat. “It’s late,” I whispered, “but I think I need a shower, I smell like booze, weed and cum, like... your usual suspects…”

I yipped when he suddenly scooped me up again and took me to the bathroom. We both undressed there and stepped in the shower together.

The hot steam surrounded me while Walter towered above me, his deep, intense blue eyes gazed at me. He blindly reached for a bottle of shower gel and grabbed the closest one that happened to be his, and seconds later he started lathering me with his masculine, spicy scent, stealing small kisses from my lips as he moved his arms around.

I moaned against his lips, my hands lathering his hairy chest and stroking down his rigid torso, tracing every sinew and muscle with the soft pads of my fingers. The stark scent of his shampoo drove me crazy and made me light-headed. Walter made me feel belonging, owned, in the most primal sense of the word. His strong hands squeezing my breasts and then gliding down to soap my behind. I whimpered as I felt his fingers slipping between my inner thighs and sliding up carefully, almost touching…

His kisses deepened as his hands roamed my body. Vamping fingers slowly slid toward the apex of my thighs. Both his loud moans and his touch assaulted my senses, and I broke into a breathless gasp.

Suddenly impatient, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, crushing my back against the tiles. My legs wrapped around him right away, my hand reaching to clutch at his muscular back and I kissed him passionately, nibbling on his bottom lip and squirming into his hairy torso.

“I need you inside me!” I panted as I felt his heavy cock grazing at the back of my thigh, “I need you so much it hurts.”

“Fuck, Jen…” Walter growled as he reached around my legs, and guided his cock to my folds, “I need you too, baby.”

With a powerful push, he entered me and started pounding me right away with desperation. His hands clutched my trembling thighs, forehead pressed against the tiles right next to my head.

“Feels…so…fucking…good,” he groaned, each word followed by a hard thrust. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscular shoulder in front of my face.

As his thick cock filled me to the hilt and slammed against my cervix, something primal within me made me snap, my teeth sunk into his broad shoulders, my nails deliberately tore at his muscular back, leaving red valleys of crimson. Walter roared in pain, causing me to tighten around his hard shaft as his voice reverberated through the tiles and down my lungs.

“Harder!!!” I hear myself yelp and bit him again.

Walter grunted as he felt my little jaws clamp down on his muscles, the pain both annoyed and excited him.

He lifted his head, and dragged his forehead against mine, his feral eyes locking on to mine. "You're an insatiable little hell cat, aren't you?" he panted, tightening his grip on my thighs, and before I could answer him, he attacked my mouth with a bruising kiss.

My moans spilt into his mouth, my thighs bucked and spread wider to take even more of him. The hot, tingling familiar sensation began to intensify at the pit of my gut and I dug my nails into the arches of his back and rode him harder to chase my own drawing release.

"That's it, baby" Walter praised me as he felt my release building at an alarming speed. He dragged his mouth to my ear while one of his hands slid in between my butt cheeks, and as he commanded me to come, he pressed a calloused finger pad on the surface of my sensitive little puckered hole. "Come all over my cock. That's what you wanted all night, didn't you?" With that condescending remark, he dropped his face to my neck, biting down on the side of my throat.

”Walter! I'm com… I’m coming!!!” I screamed out as my cunt contracted around his meaty cock, milking him desperately, demanding his hot seed.

Tears of pleasure ran down my cheeks. Even after four intense orgasms, nothing could compare to having him deep inside me. My orgasm was so vivid I could feel him beating life into my body.

”Walter, fuck! I love you!”

To my love confession, Walter's hips faltered in their rhythm. His eyes widened as he felt my walls contracting around his throbbing cock. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked it, tilting my head back so that I couldn’t help but look up at his eyes.

He needed me to completely surrender, to look up in his eyes when he came inside my cunt. "I... love you" he rasped, his gaze burning in my eyes as he came with loud animalistic grunts reverberating in my chest.

His hot seed filled my womb, the sensation of him leaving a piece of him inside me almost euphoric. He still held me, looking right into my eyes while his hand was latched around my hair, and my nails were deep inside his flesh. We were panting against one another, and I swallowed hard.

"Fuck" Walter breathed as our foreheads touched. He didn’t put me down yet, my weight was nothing for him, even after an earth-shattering orgasm. "Fuck," he repeated as I repressed the need to giggle knowing how my body affected him, "I needed that too. "

He kissed me lazily, his eyes softening and he smiled at me. "My beautiful little kitten" he cooed, and my heart could burst from the perfection of the moment. He caressed my back as the warm water sprayed on us.

“My beautiful big bear” I answered in return, forgetting all the hurt and anger and just feeling blissful in his arms. “We should get to bed, I am accepting patients tomorrow morning” I answered sadly and let him put me down. Walter ran one last stream of water over me and turned the tap off. Getting a towel, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out from the shower.

I put on a dainty nightgown, then went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, and I found my husband in the middle of raiding the fridge wearing comfy sweatpants and a Superman t-shirt. His curls were still wet, water dripping on his shoulder, forming little dark blue spots on the sky blue fabric.

I watched his bulging muscles under the nerdy shirt. "You could totally play Superman in a movie." He only grunted, his mouth full of beignet, his beard covered with powdered sugar.

Sneaking behind him, I put my arms around his broad chest and kissed his bicep.

“You shouldn’t eat sugar this time of night, you won’t be able to fall asleep, Superman,” I teased him and tried to close the fridge door. “And I should stop buying these…” I licked my lips but then shook my head, preferring to maintain my figure.

“Sleep. Now.” I commanded him and leaned against the fridge.

"I... Fine." he grumbled and I smiled as I saw how biddable Walter can suddenly get. I went to the bedroom and climbed under the cover where he shortly joined me, taking off his shirt and sweatpants. I could feel his blazing hot chest on my back as he pulled me in for spooning, and we fell asleep within minutes exhausted but with soft sighs and sated smiles.

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