Wildcat: Wildcat, #1

By N.J Salupo

Sebastian Barzetti is a man possessed.
After years of perfecting his Dominate persona he spies Ashley, the woman who first broke him, heart body and soul.
He must have her, she will become his pet, his slave. But she can not know it is him. From behind a mask he will teach her too obedience.
But can the Dom keep his feelings of long love at bay and control the feisty Wildcat who pushes back with all her purrfection? Or will lust turn on him leaving him to admit his love and become the man that can love once more? 
Can Ashely love the man who hides behind the mask?
*Strong Sexual Situations
**BDSM

• Language: English
• Publisher: N.J Salupo
• Release date: Mar 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507066638

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Acknowledgements

I would like to say that writing my first erotic novel has been a fun and entertaining journey. I’m so glad I decided to give this genre a chance. There are so many people that I need to thank for making this novel come to life.

First I want to thank my readers and supporters. Without you I wouldn’t be where I am today. I want to thank Kitty Ashley Heather for being such an amazing personal assistant and helping me stay sane, and also for creating such hot book teasers. I want to thank Haylee BookLover for her support along the way. Sometimes I’m not sure what I would do without her supporting me every step of the way. She will never let me give up on my dreams and none of you should give up on yours either. I want to thank my editor, Emma Mack for catching all of my mistakes and making this book readable. I want to thank Layla Stevens for putting together an amazing book trailer. I want to thank my cover artist Georgie at Whispering Words Graphics for doing such an incredible job making the cover stand out. I would like to thank Angel Steel for formatting this book on such short notice. I’ve had so much fun working with all of these great people. Also I want to thank any other blogger that invited me to take over their page. You all make me laugh and do a great job and that makes waking everyday worth it. Also I want to thank my son Ryan. He may read this someday when he is older, and I want him to know how proud of him I am for being such a good little baseball player and a straight A student. You all mean so much to me and I’m happy to say you’re not just my readers or co-workers. I consider you my friends.

1-First Encounter

I’ve never been a pet person, don’t like things that bark or meow or chirp. I would rather have something that moans, make that someone. I watch her as she walks around the gala smiling with her long strawberry-blonde hair flowing behind in the gentle breeze. I sneak a peek at her full, voluptuous breasts. They bounce with every step she takes. DD’s for sure. I’m already hard. I’d love to take my cock out and have those teeth and lips wrapped around it... Perhaps I will, very soon.

She would be perfect to keep around the house. Better than any other annoying little mammal. She doesn’t know it yet, but soon she will submit to my every need, my every whim. I will be her Master.  I follow her through the town, admiring her beauty, already thinking of the many ways she can pleasure me. I’m careful not to be seen by her. She looks back over her shoulder and I worry that she already has. I sneak behind the corner of a tall building, cheap sunglasses covering my overly tanned face. I peek my head around the other side and watch her enter a nearby coffee shop.

I come out from my hiding place and move toward the tiny shop that townsfolk go to get their morning caffeine fix or write the next great screenplay. I can see her more clearly now. She is even more beautiful than at first glance. She orders a Caramel Delight with whipped cream. My favorite as well but hold the whipped cream. Things like whipped cream should be reserved for the bedroom.

The gorgeous strawberry-blonde takes a seat at a small table made for two. She removes the massive bag she is carrying and sets it onto the floor next to her, revealing a pink laptop fully equipped with Hello Kitty stickers. My dick would like to say ‘hello’ to her kitty. I’m fully erect now, to the point I’m nearly bulging out of my pants. I want to whip my cock out right here and start stroking it until my warm jizz fills the sidewalk beneath me. I don’t even think anyone would care. Even the cops here were too high to notice what the hell was going on right under their noses.  I duck into the coffee shop and get in line. I order the same drink as her and pick up a newspaper. The front page reads in big bold letters: LOST DOG FOUND. You know you live in a small town when that is front-page news. Nothing exciting ever happens in the tiny town of Woodbush, Ohio unless you create the excitement yourself.

I sit at the table behind her, almost stalker like. I alternate between staring at the back of her head and out the window. There are a few people moving about along the sidewalk, some of them could even be called hot in their miniskirts and low cut halter tops, but none of them piqued my interest the way the girl at the table in front of me did. I poke my head up above my paper and look over her shoulder, she is sipping from the hot cup of coffee and emailing someone.

I try to see what she’s typing. I’m nosey like that. Well, some would call it nosey. I just call it curious. A strong aroma of flavored coffees fills the air, comforting the patrons, but it might as well have smelled like sex. That’s what was on my mind. All I could think about was fucking the cute, big-breasted woman in front of me, making her mine, taking full control of her entire body, teasing her until she begged for release. I will have her one day. That’s a promise.

I lower my paper more trying to get a better loo, it isn’t an email at all. She is chatting with someone. Another mate. I could make out the words now:

Red Fox: I had a great time with you last night. I love making you wet your panties over me.

I lean in closer to the point that she can probably feel my warm breath upon her neck. She is writing something back.

Wildcat: I had a great time too, seducing you, making your cock hard. So much fun. I’d love to play again sometime. xoxo.

Her words only intrigue me more. I need get to know this woman, this Wildcat. Who is she? Some sort of a nympho? If so, that would be hot. I imagine her on her knees, sucking off guys all across America. Then a strange feeling comes over me. A sense of almost jealousy. Why should he, Red Fox, get to play with her instead of me, the guy who will be left to go home, watch porn and jerk off? That will change.

I think of going over there and introducing myself, but what would I say? I wasn’t at all the shy type but going over there and asking if she would be my submissive just didn’t seem right. I would just come off as another arrogant asshole who was trying to get in her pants. And in reality, I was just that.

I continue to gaze at her more closely. She has some sort of tattoo on the back of her neck, I think it’s her birth sign, but I’m not quite sure. Maybe she is a Capricorn like me? Maybe an Aquarius like my last girlfriend? I’m not even sure why it matters. The only thing I want is to make her my new toy, something to play with when I get bored of all the other ones.

I still haven’t taken my sunglasses off. I’m afraid she might recognize me. You see I’ve recently realized that I know this woman, her name is Ashley, and I’ve had a crush on her ever since her father brought her over from London. She and her groupies used to torture me in high school. Only I’m not that shy, scrawny guy anymore. I’ve grown a few inches since high school and not just in height. I weigh a bit more too but I’m not heavy. My body is toned and fit, fully proportioned with muscle and a rock-hard set of six pack abs courtesy of Shaun T’s insanity workout, and my abs aren’t the only thing that’s rock hard right now.

I’m taken back to all of the mean shit she did back then. Telling the jocks to give me wedgies and swirlies and the classic joke of actually thinking she wanted to go to Prom with me only to leave me handcuffed and bound naked to a hotel bed where she left me all night until my Aunt came and found me. She caused me all kinds of unwanted embarrassment back then, but like I said, I’m not that guy anymore.

Ways to punish her fly through my mind and I know now that I need make sure she gets what she deserves. I will make her want me the way the way I wanted her all through high school. She will bow down to me, do as I tell her, act like the only type of pet I would ever want. I am going to make this Wildcat purr in ecstasy over and over again to the point that she might even fall in love.

Ashley pulls a notebook out of her bag. That too is pink and adorned with Hello Kitty, God I want to fuck her kitty. She begins writing, jotting something down, but I can’t make out what it is. I imagine her drawing little hearts and writing my name over and over in bubble letters like a third grader with a crush on the boy who sits behind her in class. Sebastian... Sebastian.

Again, punishment crosses my mind, I picture her spilling her coffee, some of it onto my brand-new slacks. Thoughts of putting her over my knee and spanking her repeatedly race through my head, my hand leaving a crimson imprint on her behind, marking her as my own.  I’ve built up the courage to talk to her now, this mysterious yet not so mysterious woman. I finish my coffee, close my paper and rise to my feet. I sit back down, realizing I still have a boner. I look to Ashley again, only now she has disappeared from the table, already heading out the door.

How did she pack up so quickly without me noticing? I must have been daydreaming again. I have a habit of doing that. Many of us writers do. I look out the window and see her long legs taking strides along the sidewalk. She brushes her hair from her eyes as she bobs and weaves between the rest of the hipster crowd, yet I remain focused on her bouncing boobs again. Most guys would be worried that they would never see her again, kicking themselves for not chatting her up, or at least getting her number. Good thing I’m not most guys. I’m confident and cheeky and good looking and a whole bunch of other things that women like. It’s because of this that I know I’ll see her again. She will belong to me. She will be my Wildcat.

2-Research

It’s Monday. A day that no one likes. I sit in a cubicle next to four other cubicles with a bunch of robots, people who actually give a shit about the work we do here. I slave over this desk day after day, week after week, doing mundane, unnecessary work. My Supervisor is a mean old witch with dark bags under her eyes. She is thin and frail-looking and always walks around the office with a frown. A woman in desperate need of some cheering up, in need of a good fuck. If she wasn’t so damn old and fugly I’d be the one to give it to her. Instead, I sit here like a slave and let her boss me around. If only she knew how different I really was outside of this place. I wish she would just leave me alone, take her shriveled little twatwaffle and sit her ass down somewhere far, far away from me.

I have no clue why I’m here. Up until a couple months ago, I hadn’t had a real job in my entire life, never needed one. I was born into a wealthy family and have lived off my trust fund since I was nineteen. Maybe I was here because it was a way to meet new people, to do something with my life. Maybe I was just here to stare at the buxom blonde who sat across from me, always wearing her hair in pigtails and a skirt so short it was just begging you to look at her pussy.

You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all of this. You don’t want to hear about my boring job, my annoying boss or the hot blonde next to me that causes my morning wood to last until lunch time every Monday through Friday. You want to hear about me, my hot physique, my hard cock, and the Wildcat I mentioned earlier. I’d like to know more about this Wildcat myself.

I sign in to my computer and look through my work emails. Bullshit, bullshit and more bullshit. I’m supposed to be designing some new computer program, but I don’t feel like it today or any day really. I’m an IT guy, that’s what I do. I’m good with computers, things that don’t talk back.

When every girl in your high school ignores your advances, you spend a lot of time in front of these magical boxes, yearning to be spending time inside of a different type of magical box. My mind wanders back to the Wildcat. I imagine myself cupping those huge ripe melons of hers, shoving my cock right in between them. I will titty fuck her one day. That too, is a promise. I make a lot of promises to myself, ones that I fully intend to keep. I can’t seem to get my mind off Ashley, off this Wildcat. I’d liked her in high school, but this was a whole new type of interest for me. Something about her intrigues me. Maybe I want to do more than just fuck her. No, that can’t be right. I have taught myself over the years that emotional connections only leave you weak and broken. You spend months being depressed and crying over the last person that broke your heart. None of those little bitches will ever hurt me again. Instead I will become their Master. They will address me only as Sir.

I read a few articles on the internet. Nothing exciting. Page after page of useless information. Screw this shit. Today will be my last day working here. When you can practically wipe your ass with hundred dollars bills, you can afford to quit a job you don’t like. I’ll stick around until the end of the day though, because I need to use this computer to do other things and I’m too damn lazy to get off my ass at the moment. Why do I need to use the work computer? The answer is simple. Didn’t you see the gazangas on that Wildcat? If you didn’t you should probably get your eyes checked because they are pretty hard to miss. I will touch them one day. Another promise. I will touch her entire body, combing my hands over every erogenous zone, teasing her, making her beg for my man meat. I will start with her heart and work my way down to her nether regions. She won’t be disappointed and she sure as hell won’t dare disappoint her new Master.

I will make Ashley swoon over me the way fan girls swoon over male erotica authors. With that in mind, I decide to do a little hacking, decide to look into Red Fox and Wildcat. I already know who Wildcat is, but for some reason I’m curious to know more about this so called Red Fox. I wonder if his dick is bigger than mine, if he has a job or makes a lot of money. I wonder if he’s better looking than I am or taller or can flick peanuts into his mouth using only his cock. There has to be some reason Ashley’s fucking that guy.

I search through their profiles and find out many things about each of them. Red Fox’s real name is Stanley Malkovich. He is forty-four years old and lives on Seamen Avenue with his wife, three kids and the family dog. This guy has a wife? He may even be more of an asshole than I am.

There is not one picture of this guy on the entire World Wide Web but I’m no longer worried. At thirty-three I’m much younger than he is and probably much stronger. There is a good chance I have more hair on my head and I can tell by the area he lives in, that I have more Benjamin’s to throw around than he does. I wonder why he calls himself Red Fox though.

Ashley Morgan Hart currently resides in an apartment complex on Cocktease Lane. I can picture girls everywhere giggle snorting at the name. She lives by herself and has left her marital status blank. This leaves me hopeful that she is single. I don’t believe in committed relationships, but it’s easier to deal with Submissives when they are single. This way you don’t have to worry about angry husbands coming after you with guns.

I already know where she works. I have seen her dancing at the Candlelight Gentlemen’s Club not too long ago. Being so good with computers I have checked up on her from time to time. She’s bounced around from club to club, dancing for patron after patron, year after year. She looks much younger than her age, no one would think she was in her thirties. She would work at a club just long enough to make cash to live on for a few months but always she returns to that glittering silver pole. I want her on my pole.

Ashley is the type of girl that parties too hard, drinks