Mine

Your eyes are closed, I can’t tell if you’re sleeping or not, but I can tell you’re fairly still except for the sounds of your slow steady breathing.  I listen to your heart beating like a subtle bass drum and smile. I nuzzle up to your neck and trace my fingers along your ear lobe until I feel the rhythm of your breath soften as you roll over.  I can tell you’re not used to having someone in your bed, but I snuggle closer, draping my arm along your side.  The soft sigh that escapes your lips makes me smile as I slide my hand forward past your hip bone.  You’re not quite flaccid, but I easily arouse you as you slowly roll back toward me.  

Your hand finds a nipple to pinch to life and I gasp, feeling your mouth engulfing it to suck and lick until I groan.  I feel the smile forming on my sensitive skin while one hand pins my arms up and the other begins looking for ticklish places to caress and squeeze.  Your mouth finds mine and I suck your bottom lip into my mouth to gently bite on.  Our tongues meet playfully as I try to wriggle loose from your grasp.  I see you shake your head no as you straddle my body and hold me down.  It’s not long before you have my hands tied into the bed post like last night and you slip down to secure my feet in a similar way.  I try to tug loose and find you’ve figured out how to keep me in one spot.  You secure the clamps onto my nipples, trapping the sensitive flesh and licking until I’m squirming.

“You like that,” you ask me.

“Yes,” I answer immediately.              

You stop and find something else to make tingly and sensitive.  I feel the lube and then the wand with extensions slide into my ass at first and then my other hole.  This one is different though, a third piece rests over my clit as you turn it on and smile. I gasp and wriggle around trying to scoot away from the toy.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” I answer.  “Yes, Daddy.”

You change the settings on the wand, instead of constant vibration, it goes from low intensity to high with rapid jolting motions that make my legs try to pull inward and twist.  Your finger starts to flick at a nipple and I gasp while your mouth finds the other, making my flesh sing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I feel your cock harden against my thigh as you bring it up between my breasts and attach a chain between the clamps. Your cock begins to slide up toward my mouth and I suckle awkwardly.  It isn’t long before I feel an orgasm making my muscles tremble and shake.  I moan onto your cock and you growl.

I slow down trying to recover from the orgasm that hasn’t quite stopped and I gasp when you change the setting again.  It’s just rapid firing and I struggle against the ties when you shove your cock into my mouth again.  I suck harder, trying to stay composed at the same time.  You swell into my mouth when I start shaking again, struggling and moaning.  I feel the tears in my eyes when you tug the clamps and keep cutting off my air periodically until you cum into the back of my throat.

“Please,” I gasp.  “Please.”

Your hand finds my throat and squeezes firmly.  I start to see stars, panting as you change the setting on the wand again.  I cannot discern the pattern, but my legs are shaking uncontrollably.  The room darkens and I feel the clamps come away with a snap. I cry out when you slowly begin to kiss and caress each nipple with your tongue.  I feel the wand slide away and your cock slide in.  You roll me over roughly after loosening the ties and you fuck me so hard from behind that I feel like my body is going to come apart with each thrust.  I bury my face into my pillow, muffling my moans and whimpering.  Your hand pulls the pillow away as you dig your fingers into my ass cheeks, slamming me harder into your hips and driving my face down onto the sheets.

“I want to be able hear you,” you growl.  “Got that?”

“Yes,” I squeal.  “Yes, Daddy!”

I hear the near feral growl as you cum inside me, gradually slowing down your pace.  I feel your lips on my ear, tenderly kissing and nuzzling.  Your hand pets my hair that is a tangled mess for a few moments before I hear you whisper,

“Such a good girl.”

I shiver slightly and feel the sheets come up over my dewy skin, your finger tips petting and tracing along my curves.  

“Mine,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around me. “All mine.”

Hotel Rendezvous

Kitten stood outside the door several minutes, hand poised to knock, her fingers had more than a slight tremble to them as she made a fist to knock. One last nervous breath slipped out while blinking at the room number, double checking it before making the sound at the door that he’d been expecting. They had talked about so many things prior to this night. They had been friends for a while when she had accidentally discovered that he was into something she had always wondered about. It was definitely not something that good little catholic girls ever did, nor should they ever think about such things, and her naïveté was charming to him.

The agreement, she thought of it as that, this wasn’t some sort of contractual obligation, but they did agree that if didn’t work out, there would certainly be no hard feelings. Kitten knew if she knocked on that door, everything would change. He’d always called her Kitten, she jokingly would call him Mister or Sir, sometimes she would call him Daddy in a joking way whenever they hung out, but now, now, it meant so much more. Sir had paid for the hotel room, something simple but romantic enough. Prepared the room with tea light candles scented with vanilla and lilac, two of her favorite scents. He cared enough to want to make it fun for her, but she couldn’t shake the butterflies in her belly despite reassurances. They’d been fluttering for days and now felt like a swarm of bees buzzing throughout her extremities. She swallowed nervously and knocked, short and clipped.

Sir saw her standing there, wringing her hands together and looking down at the floor as he opened the door slowly. She was wearing the red dress with grey tights and black laced boots. Her blue-green eyes flashed with a nervous smile as he motioned her through the entryway and took her by the hands. The door barely closed before pressing her against the wall with her hands over her head so that he could immediately kiss her.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered into her ear, playing with the lobe just enough to make her forget about the butterflies and bees. “So fucking soft.”

The words were punctuated with a hand that came up to her neck while the other pinned her hands above her head. Sir pressed his lips against hers again and she inhaled. She felt the little sweater tug away, falling at her feet while she smiled nervously, trying not speak, because she was afraid she’d squeak incoherently rather than form words. The nervous smile widened as he lifted her onto tip-toes while pressing her into the corner.

“Girl,” his voiced darkened as he said it, became the most serious she had ever seen him and she forgot whatever it was she was wanting to say. “You are going to crawl to that chair over there and wait for me with your eyes closed.”

“Yes Sir,” she stammered and immediately cringed at the sound of her small voice that squeaked.

Sir smiled at her words, placing his index finger in her mouth until she gently suckled with her tongue and lips.

“Go,” he told her.

Kitten slowly slid to her knees, her chin tracing down his shirt and along the zipper of his pants. Her breath was warm and tangible on the fabric as she slowly crawled away on all fours toward the chair. She waited on her knees, eyes closed, and only the sound of her heart in her ears.

Sir had told Kitten what to wear, how he wanted her make-up done, and ensured that she had the scented soap that he preferred. The braided pig tails hung off the back of her shoulders, moving only whenever she exhaled.

“My soft little kitten,” she heard him say. “Keep your eyes closed.”

Kitten did so, holding still as she felt him unlace her boots one by one. Sir’s hands were warm and felt firm through the slick tights as he squeezed her calves before lifting the little dress up to reveal the matching lace bra and thong. He could see her hands begin to tremble while holding her arms up in place. She could feel the tickle of his beard as he stood her up and began kissing at her pinky, then her wrist, and down to her neck.

“You’re going to purr for me, aren’t you?”

Kitten nodded, attempting to relax as he caressed over the surface of her bra.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I want you to undress me.”

Sir was not the first man in her life, but he was certainly the first in a long time. Like a moth discovering its first flame, Kitten could feel his heat as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She never looked up until his had lifted her chin, indicating he wanted to look into her adoring eyes. Kitten’s fingers felt cool to the touch as they slipped through the gaps behind the buttons one by one.

“Keep your eyes up little one.”

Sir watched as her blue-green eyes fluttered with a slight smile while she continued to undo the last button, tugging the shirt from his pants. Her eyes blinked slowly and deliberately as the belt loosened in her grasp and came away easily. The things he said he could do with that belt made her heart race as his pants loosened and fell. Kitten smiled, feeling his cock inside the boxers, caged by the fabric trying to get free on its own. Sir watched as her thumb found the pre-cum and cleaned it off with her tongue.

“May I?”

“I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

“May I Sir?”

“Try again.”

Kitten blinked, growing nervous, they had spoken about so many things and she wanted to please him,

“May I suck your cock Sir?”

Sir smiled, reassuring as he pulled her toward the chair again. Her hands were soft and warm as she gently squeezed at the base. Her mouth kissed and suckled the shaft, working its way up and stopping at the tip where she licked and sucked playfully.

“Good girl,” he encouraged. “My sweet little kitten.”

Kitten could feel his hands slowly work into the braids at the back of her head, gripping to control the motion of her mouth. Sir’s words of encouragement were a turn on that she had not expected to feel.

“That’s it, relax and take it in. I’ve got you.”

Kitten wanted to please him more than anything, resting on her knees with the sensation of his hands tightening in her hair, guiding her mouth up and down, a little deeper each time. That sweet spot in the back of her throat hit the reflex to gag. Sir paused, allowing her to recover, her eyes were watering, causing her mascara to run slightly. She instinctively began to apologize, he only shook his head, smiling while he invited her to stand up so that he could finish unwrapping her.

Sir’s hands were warm, his mouth was warmer still as he devoured her breasts. She smiled nervously as he rolled her back onto the edge of the bed; touching and exploring. Her nails dug in and scratched as she bit down on the boar tattoo on his chest, desperately reaching for his warmth in the excitement. The growl in her ear was tantalizing, feeling his body press down heavily before forcing her mouth open.

“You bite and scratch me little girl, it makes me want to tie you up.”

Kitten smiled, biting once more before digging with her nails again. Sir’s arm came down and pinned her hands away.

“I told you-“

“I know,” she whispered. “I want you to. Please-“

She began to breathe quickly, feeling his touch brushing over her nipples, they were already erect at the thought of him touching her, now it felt like electricity.

“Close your eyes,” he told her.

Kitten’s hesitation flickered as she stared up at him, blinking, and her mouth opening to say something as he pressed his against hers. She squirmed delightfully, playfully resisting against his strength and letting out a giggle.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded a little too quickly, her eyes closing as she inhaled deeply,

“Good girl.”

A Kitten & Her Master

The new light of dawn began to shine through Kitten’s window. She was a grown woman but this bed room that was in her master’s house was cast in pinks and bows every where. When she stayed here she lived in this room. She had slept well, curled on her little girls bed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and went to her bathroom. She brushed her hair in a hurry and fumbled around on the counter. She grabbed the small silver metal butt plug with the pink tail attached. She stuck it in her mouth to wet it and then contorted her body. With a little effort she got the plug inserted in her ass and now her pink tail was attached. It was his favorite. She had to hurry before he woke.

She quietly padded through the Master’s house to his bedroom door. She opened it. Her Master was asleep on the bed, his large frame lying on his back. The sheets were half off him and his cock was visible. Her master was a big man, and his flaccid penis now hung down over his shaved balls. Kitten quietly crossed the room and very delicately crawled unto the bed. She placed each hand and knee carefully so as not to touch or wake him. She was over his legs.

She lowered her head and brought her lips to the head of his limp penis. In one easy motion she pursed her lips, slightly opening her mouth and sucked her Master’s flaccid cock into her mouth. When he was fully erect she could not keep all of him in her mouth. Some times he would get a little brutal and force his engorged cock into her throat, but right now she was able to draw his entire limp cock into her mouth. She heard him groan, but he was not awake yet. She sucked some and swirled his cock around her tongue, she felt the quick rush of blood as his penis began to swell immediately. She slowly and gently began to slide her mouth over his cock.

She heard him stir, waking. The quiet moans of the waking man. His eyes fluttered open. He smiled. She had done well. Whenever Kitten stayed at the Master’s she was his alarm clock. Her mouth was.

She sucked him, and took his cock. He laid back like a King among men and stretched. Her first meal of the day was her Master’s cum and he was happy.

“Good girl. Good Kitten.”

Prologue Chapter 1

She was never afraid of his darkness or the demons who danced in his eyes.  He thought no one could ever love him if he revealed what lurks inside.  He always knew he was different, how could anyone understand? But she was never afraid of his darkness or the beast within the man… -unknown

Liliyanna was a petit beauty, she was noticeable even from the window outside the diner the first time he saw her the night his car broke down.  The way she moved was graceful yet untamed, wild and fierce.  Her complexion was pale, but not ghostly, just naturally porcelain with a few freckles.  Liliyanna had noticed Andrew stop in once or twice a week, sometimes three times just to sit alone in the same booth for months.  He would sit quietly watching this girl that worked hard to earn every little penny without so much as a complaint, even when the patrons were less than stellar.  It amused him once when she knocked a man off one of the stools that had touched her hind one night and then started screaming Russian obscenities, he could only assume they were obscenities the way the older men laughed at this little thing carrying on like this.  It seemed to be typical on some nights more than others in this locale, but he wasn’t worried about his safety, few people bothered to give him a second look at a stout 6’4.  Liliyanna could be loud, she could vivacious, and she had a spark that caught his eye; he wanted that spark.

Liliyanna took care of the diner like a machine and she doted on her senile father that usually remained near the front door during the day and sometimes in the evenings.  Andrew appreciated her strong willed nature, the way she nurtured, and her quick smile whenever she recognized his face coming through the door.  It may have helped that he always left a large tip whenever he came in.  Liliyanna appreciated his quiet politeness and the way he smiled at her whenever he came into the diner.  She appreciated even more that he never tried to grab her ass while she worked.  Polite, quiet, nice, these things mattered to her, and he smelled nice; he always smelled nice.

Sometimes Liliyanna wondered what he did for a living, he never really spoke about his job, even when she would ask with interest, how his day was, if he had plans, those little small talk kinds of things, but he never revealed much about himself.  Andrew just liked to ask her how she was doing, how her father was doing, and nice small talk, nothing that ever made her feel like an object.  Maybe, in a way, she knew Andrew was attracted to her, but she was too busy working to take the time to notice much more than those little things from day to day.  Liliyanna never took notice that he wasn’t actually reading the newspaper that he picked up from the stand at the front door.  

“Just a slice of pie today,” she asked him.

Liliyanna waited expectantly, one of two usuals, a slice of peach pie with a warm glass of milk, or maybe the stroganoff, he liked that, it was something she knew how to make from an old family recipe, but he finally looked up at her after months of the same routine.  It was like the ceiling fans all stopped making noise when he said the words,

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.”

Liliyanna was stunned, the girl that bubbled around talking to customers like old friends, she stood there blinking, unable to speak for a moment.  Andrew smiled, noting that her mouth was agape at first and then she closed it, opened it again to say something and just stared down at him trying to put two words together without stammering.  Liliyanna began looking around to see if anyone else had noticed and then back to Andrew once again.  It was two in the morning, no one was there but the night cook and this stranger.  Liliyanna swallowed, suddenly feeling as if her throat was sandpaper dry, the anxious sensation of feeling that everyone was staring at her, but again, no one else was in the dining room but him. The slight panic set in, it was the one she was familiar with whenever something new startled her,  didn’t know what to say.  Andrew had waited for them to be relatively alone to ask, it seemed to be a prudent thing to do.

“That’s not on the menu,” she stammered.  It was the first time he had seen her without confidence, like he had shaken her up.

Andrew smiled, gesturing to the chair across from him at the table,

“Lilly-“

“Friends call me Billie,” she corrected, her face reddening.  

In her mind she felt like she was shouting in the room and suddenly more awkward, ready to crumble and panic.

“Ok, Billie, I’m Andrew.”

Billie could hardly look him in the eye, feeling as if the world was watching, but she knew it was just the two of them now sitting across from each other.  Billie concentrated on breathing steadily rather than hyperventilating, because this man was talking to her differently and she didn’t know what to do about it, except try to push him  away.  Pushing people away always worked, it made them go away, and that thought was intense.

“I know,” she answered sharply, trying to just breathe.  “You sometimes don’t pay in cash.”

Andrew smiled, watching how her eyes darted around the room, guessing that she rarely left the diner, that maybe her life was this whole place.  He had observed her going up a set of stairs that went into the tenement apartments a few times.  He noticed this especially when her father was not sitting in his usual booth in the opposite corner.  Andrew was a people watcher when it suited him, he learned more this way, rather than being in the center of attention.  A coworker, he thought of how she put it once, like a spider sitting patiently in its web watching all the flies buzzing around.  He never thought of himself as a spider, that meant, at least to him, that he was an opportunistic predator. The cook poked his head through the kitchen window and she barked something at the man that Andrew did not understand.

“Do you yell like that very often?”

“Only at Dmitry,” she smiled sheepishly, it was a lovely smile.  “He’s an ass.  He thinks he owns me because-“

“Because?”

Billie looked up, just for a moment before she looked away again,

“Because I won’t sleep with him either, calls me his little mouse, I’m not anyone’s mishka.”

Andrew smiled,

“Going out doesn’t mean I’m asking you to sleep with me.”

“Oh.”

Billie shifted in the chair, her knee began rocketing up and down while her foot tapped on the floor.   She twirled the spoon on the table, still unable to look him in the eye until he touched her hand,

“How old are you?”

“Old enough,” she chirped, trying to show some bravado, but her hand was shaking in his.  “I’m old enough.”

“Well Billie, I’ll have that slice of peach pie with a warm glass of milk.  I’ll let you think about whether or not you’d like to go out sometime. I didn’t mean to startle you, I thought maybe you liked me.”

Billie looked up then, his eyes were kind but stormy, she hadn’t noticed them before, but she liked his eyes.  His hands were soft but firm, warm, so very warm,  she couldn’t quite bring herself to take her hand away, and she nodded, still staring, not quite ready to let go of his hand either,

“Maybe you could come here and I could, we could talk some more.”

“I’d like that very much Billie.”

Andrew watched as she walked away to the kitchen, yelling again through the window at Dmitry, he admired her feisty nature.  Billie returned with his order and he invited her to sit with him again.  It felt ok, felt safe as she did so, he was correct, she rarely left the diner, which contained her home up the stairs.    

*********

The most dangerous thing about him was that he woke her up inside… - John Mark Green

Andrew picked Billie up for dinner.  They had had several dates at the diner, sitting together at the table, chatting over pie and intermittent customers.  It was easier for Billie to feel secure before actually going out, away from the sanctuary of familiarity.  Andrew made sure that he got to know what she liked, things she had done or not done, which was not much, so it made planning going out a little challenging initially.  Her elderly father was sure to meet him at the front entrance, eyeing the man that had managed to talk his reclusive daughter into the outside world.  

Andrew was polite and respectful, dressed well, Billie hadn’t expected this and felt underdressed when he arrived.  Andrew had never seen her wear a dress, she was always in jeans and a button top in the diner.  The dress was pink, cotton, summery, a little white sweater, it was wholesome like the girl next door and he liked that.  Billie only knew they were going out and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

Andrew held her hand, opened the door for her, brought flowers to the diner, she was lapping it up like a kitten and he found it adorable.  Billie responded to his small suggestions over time, the little comments in ways that made him think she would be an ideal companion if he took his time to teach her.  Billie was nervous and it showed when he held her hand while driving.

“You look beautiful Billie.”

“Thanks.  I didn’t know what to wear.”

“I like it.”

Billie smiled and nodded, looking back out the window and seeing unfamiliar street signs,

“Where are we going?”

“There’s a little Italian place I thought I might try.  Sound good?”

Billie nodded, continuing to smile,

“Sure.”

Dinner was quiet at first, Andrew poured the wine for her, she let him order the food because she wasn’t sure what to get.  This pleased him the way she let him lead the evening.  The waiter was unobtrusive, Andrew noticed she was after the wine rather fast and began to keep an eye after the fourth glass when she became tipsy.  When Billie was rather red faced and leaning onto his shoulder feeling cozy, he enjoyed this too, but he was careful, because he had never seen this side of her.  By all estimates,  dinner was less than halfway through.  

“You smell good,” she whispered, closing her eyes.  “You always smell good.”

Andrew laughed, gently putting his hand on the small of her back to pull her a little closer.  She smelled good as well, earthy and sweet as she cuddled closer.  

“You do too.  Should I take you home little girl?”

Billie looked up, slightly bleary eyed, very relaxed and laid her head back on his shoulder, almost purring,

“No.  My room is too small… Too small.”

Andrew quietly had the waiter wrap up dinner in order to get Billie back out to the car.  She was quite giddy and overtly happy as he helped her back into the front seat.  Andrew buckled her in carefully.  

“I want to kiss you,” she whispered loudly.

Andrew stopped what he was doing, not expecting this turn of events, she had been such a nervous little ball of energy earlier that he was being an utter gentleman to ensure that he didn’t scare her off.  She was unlike anyone he had ever met before and something told him she was rather naïve in some things.  Billie saw him smile, the smile that she liked, and wanted to kiss him right there on the street, but the seatbelt was being complicated.  Andrew reached down and kissed her forehead, moving a strand of hair behind her ear and she smiled brightly at him.

“When you’re not sauced on a bottle of wine, we’ll come back to that.”

Billie giggled and smiled uncontrollably,

“No fun.”

“I’m plenty of fun kitten.”

Billie promptly fell asleep, curled up like a cat in the front seat; the dilemma.

**********

Everyone needs someone to make them feel like tomorrow is more than just another day- Unknown

Billie woke up, her head pounding like dwarves dropping hammers on anvils between her eyes.  The room looked like pure evil with the light pouring in from the window.  The window had nothing but sky, all sky, blue sky, she noticed this as she squinted at it.  There was sky and no buildings and then she remembered the wine and Andrew and-and-and?  Billie continued to squint, trying to figure out what to do, her clothes were still on from last night and that was… Billie really couldn’t remember, because her head was screaming, and thinking past the screaming was difficult.  The wine- she remembered her mom couldn’t drink wine.

Billie slowly crawled out of bed, it was a soft bed, the sheets were divine,  it was a shame to get out of the bed, but she knew she better call her father, or he might send her brothers out looking for him, and she needed to apologize to Andrew and-and-and, she knew she just needed to breathe.  The smell of coffee and food that wasn’t from the diner wafted through the door as she opened it.  There was also more bright light, but the food smelled delicious and he could cook.

“Good morning,” he told her.

Billie nodded,

“Sorry.”

“For?”

“For ruining dinner,” she said quietly.  “Sorry, wine, sometimes there’s stuff in it that can knock me for a loop.”

“Oh.  That?  No problem. You’re a lightweight, don’t think it was a phosphate allergy you had going on.”

“Are you sure?”

Andrew nodded and she smiled, feeling a little relieved,

“There’s toast, bacon, eggs.”

Billie only took the toast and coffee, he watched as she piled sugar and cream into the cup, which nearly gave him a tooth ache watching her drink it down.  She was beautiful, there was no getting around it, even with her hair tousled everywhere, she was just simply something to behold.

“What,” she asked.

“Nothing,” he smiled.  Contemplating what he would do, what he wanted to do.  “Did you still want that kiss?”

Billie blinked, stopped chewing for a moment and then swallowed the toast which felt like concrete as she nodded.  Andrew leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips.  Billie leaned in, unsure of what to do next, but it felt like that was what she should do, lean in to kiss him back.  She’d never been with anyone before, dating was a minefield in her neighborhood, there were other reasons, good reasons she had, and she was only allowed to go on this date because he seemed like a nice guy, otherwise the family wouldn’t have allowed it.

“What’s the matter?”

Billie froze, trembling, trying to figure out what to say, but couldn’t quite move or say anything,

“I’ve never been allowed to date,” it was easiest to explain this way.

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

“And you’ve never-“

“Never.”

Andrew sighed, thinking for a moment, it certainly changed things, definitely not his desire to keep her for his own, but he would approach things differently, at her pace, not his.

“Can I kiss you again,” she asked, almost too loud. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Andrew lifted her up onto the counter top, kissed her again, a little slower, a little deeper, until she felt a little more eager to be touched elsewhere.  He thought about being a teenager, what it was like to feel awkward and how girls were elusive and confusing creatures that never wanted to kiss or have sex.  She was shaking as he did this initially, so he was careful and slow.  Billie felt his hands slowly move away from the small of her back and forward to her breasts where his thumbs came across her nipples that instantly rose at his touch.  Billie responded, her breath pulling in quickly as he continued to touch over her clothes and his mouth gently kissed along the nap of her neck and sucked at the lobe of her ear.  The noises she made grew louder, driving him mad, she was aroused from this as he continued to caress over her dress.  The sounds grew a little louder as he leaned into her on the counter top.  

Andrew lifted her from the counter and carried her toward the couch, all the while continuing with the touching over her clothes, ensuring she wasn’t going to change her mind.  Billie felt the back of her dress come undone and she held her breath as he slowly tugged it away.  Her skin was pale and porcelain white against her mousy brown hair, the little freckles on her cheeks were adorable, and he took all of this in with another sigh as Andrew continued to touch and kiss every inch that he could reach.

Billie felt tingly everywhere, trying to take it all in, the way he felt was more intoxicating than the wine, and it was good yet frightening as she trembled beneath him.  Billie groaned involuntarily as she felt his fingers slide below her panties and do something she hadn’t ever known existed before that moment.  

Andrew smiled,

“Should I stop?”

Billie nodded no as he continued, his other hand worked her bra away.  Billie continued to groan and murmur, his mouth worked on her nipples until she was writhing beneath him unable to be still.  Andrew edged her back, he wanted her to want him more as he continued to make her wet.  Billie was receptive as he went down to taste her wetness.  She gasped as she felt his fingers sliding in and out with tiny quick motions, and then she squealed, almost screaming when he edged her over slowly.

“Oh my god,” she gasped.  “Oh my god.”

Andrew continued, kissing and touching, slowly working her back up again, waiting to see if she would take the next step or if he would need to lead her to his cock that was bulging inside the briefs beneath the pajama bottoms he had on.  Billie felt him lead her hand down and she felt the bulge that had been there rubbing up against her leg and she hesitated at first, unsure of what to do.

“I don’t know-“

Andrew slowly pulled her hand inside where she tentatively touched and then slowly felt around inside his pants.  Andrew adjusted, slowly making it easier for her to reach to see what she would do, there was no pressure if she didn’t want to, it was about her at this moment, but at some point, it would be about him and what he wanted; obedience.

“Like this,” and Billie felt his hand guide hers.

Billie nodded, wanting to return the favor, wanting to make him smile, and he was smiling as she touched him and pulled his pants down to look at his erection with curiosity.

“Never?”

“Never.”

Andrew nodded, lifting her from the couch and carrying her toward the bed room that she had come from, clothes left behind, the couch would not do for this.  Andrew laid her down on the bed, going back to kissing and touching, making her feel excited again, slowly climbing on top while edging her up so that it would feel good to do this.

“Do you still want to?”

Billie nodded as she felt him slowly press inside, she gripped at the sheets, feeling both the pleasure of the act and the pain of never having a man inside as he began to slowly grind into her hips and play with her nipples.  Billie quietly murmured at first, then felt his hand holding hers down firmly, the sounds of his voice becoming a growl inside her ear as he pounded a little harder and her insides were clenching with another orgasm.  She let loose a loud cry as he pulled away to spill his seed across her belly before falling next to her.  Andrew continued to kiss her, touch and caress, holding back the desire to put his hands around her neck and pull her head back by the hair to take her again.  Instead, he wrapped his arms around her where they fell asleep together.

“Good girl.”

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Good Morning Kitten Chapter 2

He saw darkness in her beauty and she saw beauty in his darkness… -Hades in regards to Persephone.

Billie quietly watched him sleeping, trying to breathe softly, which, when one does this, always seems like your heart is pounding in your ears.  She focused on the shape of his chin, the little scar above his Adam’s apple that she wanted to the touch, but chose not to, because she was just enjoying the moment of watching him sleep.  She was afraid it would end and that was it, so she just laid there, not moving at first, just watching.  Billie found herself smiling, moving her hands downward over her breasts which tingled, she wanted him to touch her again.

Billie moved the sheets slightly, looking beneath them, peaking at his bare ass as he rolled over. She hadn’t expected this, she never believed that someone could just walk into that diner and sweep her away from it like that old push broom.  As she thought about it, it terrified her, she’d never done anything like this, not ever, and good girls didn’t do stuff like this.  No, no they got married first, only whores slept with men without getting married, that’s what poppa always told her.  No kissing, no sex, no-no-no, you go to confession, and if you sin in your mind, you have to confess that to the priest too, but what she had done didn’t feel wrong, she had always wanted to and was afraid, but she wasn’t afraid any more.  Except now, now she was afraid it would end.  This took all of three seconds to go through her mind and she started to bite her lip nervously again.

Andrew rolled over, seeing that she was watching him, she appeared nervous, the girl was like a telegraph when it came to nervous energy, and he smiled attempting  to dissipate that uneasy little lip she was nibbling upon. Billie smiled back, albeit briefly, she had the sheets pulled up around her neck, but he could see that her nipples were erect and that her hands were trembling.  She watched as his hand steadily slid out from under the sheet and deliberately traced up her jaw line with the intent to relax and disarm her anxious little lip.

“Did you have a nice nap there kitten?”

Billie giggled, it was cute and girlish as he continued to just touch her face, tracing the contours on her neck and shoulder which tickled pleasantly.  Andrew continued to stroke with his fingers like this until she nuzzled his hand, inviting him closer to her, she made a sound that was almost cat like, a purr as she sighed.  She continued with this little purr as he came close enough to begin the slow ritual of kissing and tasting her skin.  He was careful to control the urge to do what he wanted, to pin her hands and tie them with his belt that rested on the night stand.

Billie groaned deliciously, eliciting a small bite from Andrew upon the base of her neck, she didn’t seem to notice at first until he bit a little harder and she gasped. Andrew pulled back, stopping, looking down upon her, searching if he gone too far, but she was only panting heavily and moaning with an eagerness that pleased him.  Billie felt him take her hands, pulling them up over her head, he continued, nipping along her neck and shoulder until she wiggled around giggling like a little girl again.

“That’s not very nice,” she laughed harder.  

“I like it when you laugh. I like this even more…”

Billie began to moan again, feeling his tongue slide down between her legs, his fingers making everything tingle and feeling insane.  The moaning became louder as he edged her back up to the point of almost screaming and he slowed down.

“Shhhhh.”

Billie blinked, confused, unsure of why he wanted this, she just looked at him and nodded.  Andrew smiled, slowly beginning again, holding her hands away, spreading her legs apart the way he wanted them, she was going to be a beautiful mess before lunch when he was done. Billie breathed in and out, trying to remain as quiet as she could, the small gasps she could not control when he edged her up so close to cumming and then he would stop whenever she made more than the sound of a loud breath.  Andrew wanted her desperate and he knew how to do this and it was almost cruel to inflict this upon such an innocent creature.

“What would you like Billie?”

Billie’s eyes were wide, dilated, craving, as if enraptured trying to focus on him.  She’d spent what felt like an eternity trying to be silent and she was afraid to speak because she just wanted him to finish.  She ached for it as she laid there panting and trying to do what he had asked of her.  Andrew was smiling, he wanted her to ask, she had to ask and he would.

“I…”

“You what?”

“I want you to…” her face began to turn an enticing shade of beautiful pink before his eyes, blushing everywhere as her eyes darted away from his.  It was almost too much, he fought the urge to laugh and kept it away.

“You want me to do what?”

Billie’s faced turned three shades pinker as she looked him in the eye again.

“I want you to finish,” she answered in the smallest voice he had ever heard.

Andrew kissed her forehead and smiled,

“You want me to make you cum?”

Billie looked a question, confused, she was so sheltered, it was beautiful,

“You want me to finish? Make you cum.”

Billie nodded, her face reddening more as he smiled, that porcelain complexion made it easy to see when she was flustered, the freckles were more noticeable as well,

“Say it then.”

“I want you to make me cum.”

Andrew smiled, it pleased him,

“Good girl.”

Billie smiled as he brought her up to climax without telling her to be quiet, she tried her best until the end when she gasped and writhed beneath him.  Andrew slowly slid his cock inside while she continued to writhe beneath him.  Billie was smiling, feeling him sliding in and out, her breaths became louder with with each thrust, she couldn’t help but moan, murmur his name, it was maddening to him. It felt better the second time and she wanted to move with him but he was careful to control how she was able to move beneath his torso without her realizing it.  She pushed against his pelvis, trying to shift positions, Andrew adjusted, pressing harder until she was still again.   She felt him twist to suckle her breasts, sending her into a frenzy, trying to move again under his weight.

“I want you like this,” he whispered, still keeping her in a position of submission that she was unsure of but relented because he felt good and she wanted it.  His tongue dancing across her nipples and the suckling felt wonderful as his hips continued to pump and grind, making her feel euphoric as he squeezed her throat slightly.  Billie nodded, closing her eyes, taking in the sensation.  “Open your eyes baby.  I want to see your eyes.”

Billie opened her eyes, looked directly into his, her mouth opened, unable to form words, only mouthing his name, feeling the light headed ecstasy that she didn’t know existed until she had met him.  She felt his grip tighten but she didn’t move, still feeling nothing but his touch and the climax that made everything tremble inside as she pulled against him unable to oppose his strength but she didn’t care as she felt something splash across her face his voice murmuring quietly.  She liked hearing him say those words.

“Good girl.”

Billie licked her lips, tasting salt, but it was different and warm.   She then felt his finger slide into her mouth, tasting the same thing, she realized it was him as he continued sliding his finger from her neck to her mouth because he had emptied himself across her belly and breasts.  Andrew was smiling, watching her expression as he continued, she was extraordinarily and surprisingly receptive.

“Are you hungry?”

Billie nodded, watching him slowly crawl out of bed, she admired the view for a moment then quickly thought she shouldn’t stare, still trying not to think about what she had just done.  She dug around for her clothes after he left the room and realized that they were still out there, where he had taken them off and then she felt her face turn red again. She looked around the floor and found nothing of his and tried the closet that was locked.  

Billie eyed the dressers and thought better of it and then found the bathroom that was almost institutional. There was a large shower, a tub that she thought could very well be a steaming swimming pool adjacent to it, there were mirrors along the walls, a simple linen closet, there was a robe hanging on a hook next to the shower;n a hook next to the shower andrors along the walls swimming pool she grabbed it.  Three of Billie could have fit into it, she wrapped the belt around twice and tied a large bow into it, feeling a little silly as she padded out into the large open room.

Andrew smiled, seeing that she had gone exploring, the important things were locked away and nothing of consequence would have been found had she gone snooping.  Still beautiful, she smiled sheepishly, looking around to find her clothes, like maybe if they were gone she couldn’t leave, but they were still strewn about the floor.  He watched her walk toward the terrace door and look out the window to view the city below, her eyes were wide as she took in the site of it.

“You?  You own this?”

“The city?  No.”

Billie turned her head to look at him, ready to say something sharp and then thought better of it, smiling nervously as she watched him move about the kitchen with ease and confidence.  She had never noticed it until then, the sureness of how he spoke and moved, it was always there under the surface.  He watched her turn back to the window as he started some more coffee, the kind he knew she liked and made sandwiches with fresh bread.  Andrew could not help but watch the way she moved and viewed everything with awe when it was new, she brought him joy where life had left a void.

Billie attacked it with the kind of vigor that he had never seen before, except perhaps from someone that had been starving for days.  She hardly chewed the bites she had taken, like she hadn’t eaten in months.  Andrew hadn’t quite taken a bite when she realized he was staring at her, chewing half the sandwich in her mouth with a bit of mayonnaise that had dripped onto her chin.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“Were you raised by wolves?”

It was meant to chide, but Billie began to glower across the table at him.  She could be quite literal and petulant, he recognized this when she set the remainder of the sandwich down onto the plate and appeared insulted as she crossed her arms.  That pouting lip began to protrude when she looked as if she was about to throw something at him.

“No.”

“Just checking.”

“Why?”

“It’s just that most people chew their food and actually taste it.”

Andrew began laughing then, she frowned more, and then the pout became indignant,

“I’m sorry.  I’m used to eating in the diner, where I’m lucky if I have time to eat, because I’m usually the only one there running my ass off. Half the time we can’t afford to pay someone to work for us except for my cousins and sometimes-“ her  lip began to quiver as if to cry.  “Sometimes I don’t even have time to eat, because I’m the only one there. Fuck, I live there!  And-and-and… Why would you say that?   You’re an asshole!”

Andrew was speechless as she pushed the plate away, watching her crumble over a sandwich.  In fact, it was the first time she had ever swore in front of him in English or even at him.  He was fairly certain she swore quite often in Russian at the cook Dmitry, but never at him or anyone else.  

Billie was still fuming,

“I do everything to take care of him, you know that, nothing for me, nothing, and you walk in there. You-”

Andrew stood up, eyeing her carefully, understanding acutely, that she was very much all the things he had seen in her, and so much more.

“Come here.”

“No.”

“Come here now.”

Billie looked up at him, glared at him, defiantly sitting in the chair,

“Or what?  You’re not my daddy.”

“Little girl, you have no idea.”

Billie rolled her eyes, continued to frown and remained sitting, how she could be stubborn and oh the lessons he intended to teach her in time.  How she would beg for them from him, but he waited to see what she would do. Andrew quietly moved toward her, it startled her how quickly and silently he could move, and he leaned down toward her ear whispering,

“If you don’t stand up, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank your ass like a spoiled child.  I said come here.”

Billie started laughing then and shook her head no.  Her expression was that of just who the hell do you think you are, and she continued to sit in that chair stubbornly until he pulled it out from under her like a magic trick.  It was going to get messy and he was ok with this when she came at him from the floor swinging.  Andrew was quick to get her hands and avoid her feet, he did spank her hard, right on her bare ass cheeks and left her sitting on the couch sniffling for a few minutes.

“Why did you do that,” she whimpered with another quick sniffle.

Andrew sat in his chair, watching her wipe her eyes, but refuse to look at him, much in the same way the night he had asked her out.

“You can look me in the eye when you speak.”

Billie threw a pillow at him, looking at him,

“Why did you do that!?”

“You seem like you needed it.  I’m not an asshole, but I can be.  Do you see the difference now?”

Billie’s jaw clenched as she grabbed for another pillow from the couch to throw at him, but he was quickly on top of her, smiling and laughing, tickling her, pinning her tightly to couch, his breath hot on her neck.  She smelled wonderful from sex and he wanted more from her.

“Do you understand the difference now?  I didn’t know you ate like that, because I had never really had the chance to see you take a break there.  If you hadn’t noticed, I started coming in later when it wasn’t so busy.”

Andrew eyed her for a moment, watching to see if she was listening or not, she seemed to be listening as he leaned in closer to breathe on her cheek softly,

“I am very fond of you Billie, I would never purposely hurt your feelings, and this-“ he smacked her ass lightly with a smile, then lightly ran his finger across her clit to tease it enough to excite her a little as he kissed her gently before whispering into her ear again.  “Makes you very very precious to me.  Every little bit of you is precious and I want to know you.  The things you want, the things you don’t want, and you’ll learn from me too.”

“Learn…” she paused, feeling the warmth of his touch and the pleasurable feeling that was building up. “Learn what?”  

Her face began to flush again, the sensation of his fingers causing her to become distracted as she moaned just a little into his mouth as he kissed her again,

“All in good time kitten.”

“Mmmm.”

Andrew wandered off to the bed room, leaving her to sit alone for a moment.  Billie was calm yet heated as she looked at her clothes in a heap on the floor, still feeling the sting on her cheeks, but not as angry as she was a few minutes ago.  She heard the shower start up and waited to hear the door close before she grabbed her clothes to dress.  Andrew had edged her up without release and she was heightened by this thought. Billie held the heap of clothing tightly, feeling the cotton wrinkle as she looked back at the bed room door.  He might want his robe back, she shouldn’t just leave.

Billie slowly walked back toward the bedroom, listening to the water grow louder as she approached. Her stomach tingled, craving more from him, but she was afraid to ask as she touched her breast feeling emboldened, opening the door.  Andrew watched as she slowly unwound the tie from the robe that was several sizes too big. It fell around her feet in a cascade at her ankles as he slid the stall door open to allow her inside if she chose. Billie swallowed hard, trying to regain her courage as she took a tentative step forward.

“Come here.”

That was all she needed, those commanding words as she stepped inside, reaching up to touch his face with her tiny trembling hands.  Andrew pulled her close, pressing her against the cool tiles, kissing her deeply at first.  Billie reached down, touching his erection hesitantly and then firmly, trying to just feel him against her skin.  He pressed her thumb into his mouth, sucking on it lightly and then harder, rolling it around the tip and showing her how to tease with her tongue, his fingers stroking lightly.

“Like this,” he told her. “With your mouth.”

Billie pulled away and Andrew smiled,

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.  You don’t have to.”

“I-“

“It’s ok, relax.”

Andrew slowly kissed her, still pressing her against the tiles, rubbing the inside of her thighs, continuing what he had begun on the couch, teasing her clit just enough to get her panting again, increasing the pressure upon the inside of her vagina, hitting the inside in such a way that made her wobble at the knees.

“Shhhh.”

Billie felt his hand pull her hair slightly to tilt her head back, revealing her neck that he began to nip and lightly bite at while keeping her pressed against the wall.  She felt his hand tighten slightly around her jugular, kissing her,

“You don’t have to, but I want you to.”

Billie gasped as she came hard,

“I’ll keep doing this for you.”

Billie buckled as he kept going, sliding his fingers in and out, teasing her clit until it swelled again and she was ready to cry out, but his tongue was in her mouth and she couldn’t utter a sound as she clenched up again, unable to buck away from the wall.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“St-sto-stop.”

“Stop what?”

Billie could barely breathe, feeling him ease away, still suckling her nipples and slowly going back,

“Stop please,” she was smiling, trying to compose herself.  “Stop.”          

Billie slowly reached for his cock, trembling as the water washed over her shoulders, kneeling down. She looked up at Andrew, the way he towered over her, she blinked as she licked her lips, smiling nervously as he stepped forward.  Her mouth slowly opened as she closed her eyes, recalling how his tongue felt on her thumb and tried it.  Billie felt him swell inside her mouth, she was afraid to stop, he hadn’t said to stop, and knew this much, he wasn’t done with her mouth.  She persisted, feeling him continue to swell to the point that she was almost unable to keep her lips around her teeth.  Suddenly she felt her mouth fill unexpectedly, gagging and coughing on all fours.

“Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, come here.”

“I’m ok.”

Andrew laughed, pulling her up, pulling her close,

“You are beautiful, you make me happy kitten.”

“I did good?”

Andrew nodded, smiling as she wrapped herself around his torso like a little monkey.  She felt him wash her hair and slowly lather soap down her back until she relaxed within his arms.  Andrew watched as she relented control like a tiny marionette, washing her down, rinsing her porcelain skin, now pink from the hot shower.  She almost appeared exhausted as he dried her off and brushed her hair, pampering her like a princess.

Andrew changed the sheets and bedding, laying her down and closing the shades to allow her to rest.

“I don’t want to leave,” he heard her whisper.

Andrew turned off the light, walking off to the study where he intended to read the morning paper that had been waiting well past noon.  Instead, he sat and thought about how he would like to have Billie as his little pet, collar her as his own, and how he would do that with time.  Time, that was all that was needed and he opened the paper.

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Prodding Chapter 3

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth… -Margaret Atwood

Billie said yes with a nervous smile.  She agreed to do this thing and try it and Andrew revealed very little details after asking if she trusted him.  Billie said yes, which made him twinkle just a little.  He leaned over and kiss the end of her nose, nuzzling gently as he sighed with a smile.

“Close your eyes,” he told her.  “Keep them closed.  I won’t do anything I wouldn’t let you do to me.”

Billie nodded nervously, fluttering her blue eyes closed, tightly at first, like a small child trying to hide from the Poltergeist clown.

“Relax,” he demanded gently.

Andrew could feel the tensity drift away slowly as he lead Billie down the short hall past the study, past his office. She stretched up on tip toes, calves flexing as her feet padded softly down the cool wood floors. Her senses were heightened, trying to feel and hear anything without opening her eyes.  Billie knew that he was watching for disobedience.  

“Wait here.”

There was the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air as he opened the door, the one of the doors that had always been locked to her.  He took her hand which was cool to the touch, Billie’s hands were always cold as he cupped them, warming them with his grasp.  Billie faltered momentarily, trying to maintain trust in him, he gently lead her to the center of the room and closed the door behind the two of them.

Billie was wearing a little linen sundress, one that form fit around her breasts and lifted them like a fleshy shelf, the dress accentuated the curves of her back and shapely bottom.  Andrew had held back from this moment until he was sure she wouldn’t just Polly-Anna her way out the door.  Nervous giggles, smiles, relative questions, but he had been so careful to not scare her off like a little rabbit.  Billie understood the gist of it, he had already been subtly teaching her without her realizing it.

She waited to see what he was going to do. She knew he would spank her, he promised her that much, some pain, but that she would enjoy it too.  She couldn’t believe she agreed to do it, but she also wanted to please him. So she stood there with her eyes closed. She had never been in that room and all she wanted to do was open her eyes and peek around, see what Andrew was up to in there.  For him, her submission began the moment she closed her eyes, she began waiting on him, and he was poised to punish if she disobeyed.  

Andrew saw her eyes open slightly, he waited long enough for her to do so and smacked her bottom with his open hand.  Billie squealed, almost playfully.

“Was it worth it,” he asked her.

Billie’s eyes were locked shut as she nodded no.  Andrew took out the soft ties, slowly wrapping her wrists, he tilted her head to one side, breathing up her neck as he drew her hands up over her shoulders, and then biting where the skin was tightest.  Her flesh was goosed as he slowly unzipped the sundress and watched it fall around her ankles.  Andrew hadn’t realized Billie was sans underwear until this moment.  This pleased him greatly.  Billie smiled and blushed, her skin pinking up as his hands ran over her nipples.

Andrew led her by the ties to a tilted table that was padded, pushing her down gently, stretching her arms over her head.  Billie held her breath, wanting to open her eyes, see what he was reaching for next, but her ass cheek felt hot from the slap.  She then felt something metallic, pointy, upon her skin, he rolled it up the back of her leg, it was ticklish.  Billie almost giggled until he stopped where he had slapped her ass. Andrew lingered there for a moment, caressing and kissing around what felt like reddened flesh to her.  Billie relaxed momentarily, until she felt the pin wheel begin to roll up her skin again, she began to giggle a little. Then he smacked the other cheek, open handed, it burned more now that her dress was gone, her skin bare, and squealed with surprise.  He started the process all over again.  Both cheeks were thoroughly reddened after six laps around with the giggles.

Billie’s head began tilting down, almost too relaxed as he moved closer, dragging the pin wheel across the flesh around her navel up between her breasts where he stopped to watch. He elicited another squeal as he drew his fingers up her ticklish flesh and laughed when she opened her eyes to glare at him, quickly squinting them shut again.  Andrew let that slide, he knew every inch of ticklishness that she had and she was trying to do as he asked.

Andrew took out the clips from a drawer, a little more serious now, but he used the soft ones that wouldn’t be too painful and placed them ever so strategically on her nipples after he teased them up like little mounds on top of the flesh.  He moved Billie down from the half table, laid her on the sheets and brought out the second set of ties.  Andrew watched for the signs, signs that she had changed her mind, because if she going to rabbit now, this was when people became nervous, she knew she could always refuse him, but she never did.

“Doing ok kitten?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m not convinced.”

Billie smiled playfully,

“Yes Daddy.”

Andrew smiled as she began wondering what he was up to, feeling her ankles wrapped slowly, tenderly. Billie had started calling him Daddy the moment she understood how much it turned him on when he was being stern and serious.  She envisioned herself trussed up like a Yuletide bird in a pan then.  She felt splayed upon the satin sheets. Andrew  brushed his beard down her cheek and it tickled as it usually did while he toyed with her clit.  He enjoyed watching her smile as he prepared to slide the plug into her ass.  She felt his finger prodding slowly, in and out, she began to hold her breath, anticipating what came next as she felt the cold wet steal slip inside next. It felt so tight as she laid there trying to be still, feeling his hands wandering and touching.  The plug felt tight and uncomfortable as she laid there trying not to squirm with it there.

Andrew unzipped his pants, she could hear the belt drop to the floor with a clank.  She braced for it to strike, but didn’t here the buckle move again.  She tried to listen for anything that might clue her in, but all she could think about was the burning sensation coming from the clamps, her nipples ached and then felt alight as he lightly tapped at them, eliciting a gasp.  She was no longer thinking about the plug, but his tongue that was teasing her nipples and clit while he moved her hips where he wanted them.  Billie tried not to squirm as his fingers and mouth were all too distracting.

“You can’t cum yet Billie, you have to wait.  I’ll know if you do.”

“Fuck!  I need-“

“Tonight, Daddy needs, Daddy wants and kitten listens.”

Andrew stuffed his fingers into her mouth, holding her tongue between his fingers, toying with the newly healed piercing there, and he edged her back.  Billie would have kicked him if she could have, but she also knew better.  She was ready to scream while he just toyed with her.  Billie heard him laugh little as he climbed on top.  His cock was now between her breasts.  He knew she couldn’t reach him until  he turned toward her more.  He was then in her mouth and she couldn’t quite do the things she had learned do that would bring him off with Herculean results.  Instead, she began sucking as hard as she could before she lost it completely.

“You can open your eyes.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Good girl.”

Date Nights Chapter 4

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me…. -Dylan Thomas

Their courtship had moved fast, according to Billie’s father, entirely too fast to be going out all night, he was not pleased that his youngest daughter had taken such a strong interest in this man that did not speak to him very much whenever he came into the diner.  This wasn’t true of course, Andrew was always polite, always spoke to her father with respect and courtesy, it was what one did when asking someone’s daughter out. It was bad enough that his other daughters were complaining about working more, that it was not their job to do it any more, they were married and had children to take care of and why wasn’t little Liliyanna doing it?  That man wasn’t one of them, but little Liliyanna was certainly not giving him up either.  Andrew watched this tension grow and fester over a course of several months and the hen pecking began in due course.

Andrew had come to pick her up, she was wearing the new dress he had bought for her.  Billie was intensely stunning in the dress, by far, it was not like the little cotton church dresses she used to wear.  It was form fitting, revealing, too short according to her father, and too low cut according to her oldest sister Valeriya. The dress was most displeasing to her father, even more so when she came downstairs from their shared apartment wearing it.  Andrew stood and waited quietly while they bickered.  

Dmitry, the night cook was wringing his hands, smiling coyly, smirking at him as if he knew something that Andrew didn’t know.  He could tell by Billie’s expression and her father’s, that the discussion was about that dress and apparently the make up she had applied, which was perfect, the way she was taught to do it by a friend of his, the way he liked it; not too much, but enough.  The arguing had increased in the past month ten fold and it was becoming obvious that he may need to encourage her to make a choice if this continued.

Billie walked toward him as he was thinking about this, he wrapped the little knit shawl around her shoulders before opening the door, always the gentleman while out in front of others.  She was biting her lip while they walked toward the car around the corner and then she stopped short when she saw that it was different from the one he had been driving for the past few months.  It was no longer the little sports car, but an SUV.

“Everything ok kitten?”

“Fine,” she answered curtly, remembering they were now beginning their night and that the lines were already beginning between date night and the roles he had been teaching her over the past few months.  She was learning to recognize when things would switch from casual/off to the roles that were very much on and she needed to pay very close attention to what he wanted.

“Just fine?”

“Super,” she was fine, nothing was on yet.

Andrew stifled a laugh as he opened the door for her, but he first turned her around gently, inspecting his date for the night, she was always beautiful, but she was nearing perfect as he leaned over to kiss her.  Billie liked to think of the moment when things shifted as a stop light system, green light was still very casual, yellow light was beginning to shift, and red light was very much on.  Andrew was shifting into yellow as she looked into his eyes.  Billie could always see the smolder begin with his eyes, that little darkness that began under the surface, reflecting his desire to do things that she once thought were naughty, but were becoming as normal as holding her hand.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he pulled her closer.  “And what I want to do to you all night.”

Billie smiled as she felt his hands caress the contours of her hind and find their way up to the cleavage that plumped at the top of the dress.  Still very yellow, she thought to herself, teetering just over yellow maybe?

“Where are we going tonight?”

“Theater.”

“The movies?”

“Not that kind of theater kitten.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll see.”

Billie was wide eyed as the valet opened the door for her, Andrew took her hand as they walked up to the box office to get their tickets for a musical.  Billie had never seen a musical, had mentioned how she’d always wanted to see one, and Andrew made this happen.  She was so animated and excited that he took pleasure in this as they entered their private seats in the balcony area.  There were several other guests in the private balcony, people that Andrew did not know, but knew they were from his old firm and often used the seats in the theatre for clients and such.  He ensured they would not be disturbed, sitting toward the back away from everyone.

The lights went low and Andrew waited for the musical to begin, watched to gauge her interest in it or if she would become bored, because he quickly learned that although she expressed interested in trying new things, most things did not quite live up to her expectations.  However, this was interesting to her, but he wanted to test her, push her limits while there sitting in the dimly lit balcony with strangers.  It was a risky venture, but he found that she was always willing to try something for him if he wanted it.

“Kitten,” he whispered.

Billie glanced at him, almost suspiciously whenever he began a sentence with that little pet name of his and she leaned back to listen.  She felt his hands move past the hem of her short skirt, parting her legs, and her eyes went wide as she swallowed hard, turning to look at him.  His expression was that of nonnegotiable as she felt his hand begin the slow tenuous stroking in and out of her vagina, teasing her clit in just the right way that made her nipples press against the fabric of her dress. Andrew brought his arm around her shoulder casually, slipping around to caress her breast under the little shawl that concealed his hand that had now slipped over her cleavage into the dress.

Billie’s breath hitched as she was trying to breathe slowly and concentrate on being quiet, but he was making it nearly impossible, doing something he had never done before, his fingers had subtly found her ass and she was desperately trying to be quiet, he had never done this in public.

“You will be quiet and not make a scene.”

Billie nodded, clenching harder, and shaking as he continued to bring her closer to cumming.

“Who’s your Daddy little one?”

Billie took in a large breath and held it, spasming, beginning to buck against the way he held her against his side, but he wasn’t letting up until she answered him.  She held her breath harder, still bucking, feeling the pressure rise again.

“I’m waiting.”

Billie dug her nails into his arm trying to find release without crying out and she came again, leaning into him, panting,

“You are,” she whispered loudly.  “You’re…my… Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Andrew rubbed his arm, eyeing her as he did so, she was stronger than she appeared to be, but he was stronger and she knew that.  She was already biting her lip, knowing she was in the wrong, she was expected to listen, but she couldn’t speak without digging into him, not without bellowing out the words, not without making a scene.  That was more important, that’s what she believed, not making a scene and drawing attention to them, but now she was fretting and he could see that too.

“Kitten,” he whispered again.

Billie responded immediately, eyeing him, waiting to see what he wanted from her, this pleased him even more.  The fact she had clawed his arm was something that was considered unacceptable. However, Andrew understood that she was still learning and was willing to learn; she wanted to please him for reasons that she couldn’t quite articulate, but that was his ability, getting her through those confusions to find the next little obstacle to tackle so that she would beg for more.  Andrew’s hand made the small gesture that told her what he wanted and she nodded in understanding.  Refusing would not end well either.

Red light…

Kitten unzipped Daddy’s pants, it was no longer date night, but time for new a lesson, and she slowly took his hard cock into her tiny hands.  She looked around to see if anyone was watching and slowly knelt down to begin working with her mouth as he had been teaching her the past few months. Kitten had improved tremendously, including being able to allow him to thrust into the back of her throat without gagging as much.  She anticipated this, but only felt his cock swelling in her mouth until he shoved her head down to take the entire load into the back of her throat.  This was where she almost lost it trying to gain her composure and not miss a drop while on her knees.  She looked around after he lightly lifted her chin to gaze down upon her approvingly; ensuring that she understood his approval.  Kitten smiled as he motioned for her to sit beside him again, where he resumed training his little pet until the musical was over, his hand between her thighs, making her dripping her wet, not allowing her to cum, because he knew how to edge her up and down until she was desperate for him.

Kitten was quiet, she knew that she had done something she shouldn’t have done, a few things could happen. Daddy would either drop it, or there would be new lessons at home.  Daddy opened the car door for her and she got in without saying a word.  At this point, she knew where the switch was from Billie to kitten and Andrew to Daddy.  It happened the moment she clawed his arm and it was the moment that the gesture was made. They rode together in silence except for when he spoke.

“When you get inside, I will put your collar and cuffs on, you will not speak unless I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Don’t look at me, look at the floor, you know what you did.”

Kitten looked at the floor, she concentrated on not biting her lip, because that was something he wanted her work on as well.  He watched her from the corner of his eye, the forlornness of it was almost too much, but she needed to learn to control herself.  Yes, he had pushed her, tested her, but now she would learn.

Daddy parked the car, next to the one she was familiar with and they walked silently, rode the elevator up without a word as she was expected, and then he opened the door to the penthouse.  Kitten stood next to the door and waited.  Daddy stripped off her clothing and slowly put the collar on, then the little pink cuffs that fit snugly but comfortably around her wrists and ankles, the leash was last.

“Close your eyes.”

Kitten closed her eyes, swallowing hard, trying not to tremble;  she knew they were going to the room that she did not like to go to, it was the room that she called the bad room.  It was the room where Daddy taught her lessons that were sometimes unpleasant, but were also sometimes good.  Kitten expected tonight’s lesson to be unpleasant.  One of the very first lessons she had learned was to keep her eyes closed, it was far more pleasurable to punish when ones pet disobeyed rather than forcing someone to be in the dark.

Kitten walked on tip toes, padding across the hardwood floors, breathing softly, listening for the lock on the door to clack open after she heard the key come out of the special drawer.  Daddy’s hands were firm but gentle, walking her through the doorway, the room was always cold, but he preferred the cold.  Daddy carefully positioned her on all fours, pulled her chin up to a place that he wanted and walked away.

“Do not move.”

Kitten swallowed again, still concentrating on not biting her lip, trying not to tremble as she listened for which drawer he would open, because depending on which drawer he opened, would depend upon the punishment.  Daddy opened the closet and she didn’t know what was in there.  Due to the way his little pet had responded to having her ass played with even a little bit that evening, he was going to explore this further.  He had forgotten their first experiment and kitten was hoping he had, because she didn’t exactly care for it.  Kitten began visibly trembling, as the room was cold and she was becoming uneasy with all the waiting.  She then felt Daddy’s hands firmly upon her hind, resting there for several moments, warm, feeling inviting and reassuring enough that the uneasy shaking slowed.  Kitten centered her mind, focusing on his warmth, then felt his fingers slowly begin to rub around her ass.  Daddy watched as she breathed slowly, in and out, he expected tears, but she had never said no or backed down from anything he had done with her.  The lubricant was ice cold, he didn’t bother to warm it as he let it drip down like so much honey.

Daddy had several toys to try, and he wasn’t going to begin small, the plug he had lubed up slowly slid inside as he began to tease her clit.  Kitten gasped as he began to work it in, she tried to slide forward and he brought her back to him quickly with a  tug of the leash and a quick handful of hair.  Kitten did not move then.  The cool stainless plug slowly slipped inside and she gasped, squeezing down at the sensation as it widened and then remained there without giving.    

“Keep your hands open,” he told her sharply.  “Open.”

Kitten then felt the clamps slowly close around her nipples and she sighed as he flicked at them.  Between the constant pressure of the plug and now her nipples swollen and trapped, she began to feel on fire, tingling.

Daddy then pulled the leash low to where kitten’s face was on the bed and her hands were slowly bound and hooked to the posts.  She felt her ankles then bound into the place and knees spread  to the point that she could no longer move in any direction and then felt Daddy’s swollen cock slowly slide into her vagina, making the plug feel enormous as he slowly began to press against her ass, moving the plug a little deeper as he slid in and out, mixing this sensation with the vibrator beneath her, she couldn’t avoid its touch either, and it often made her feel entirely too sensitive, especially right up against her clit.

Kitten immediately groaned loudly against the the little device and the pressure of having two things inside her at once.  Daddy felt her begin to clench with orgasm as she cried out, but he didn’t let up, continuing to ride her from behind.  Her orgasms came quickly in succession like this and she began to buck and pull at the restraints while he emptied himself down her backside while she came a third time trying to move away from the vibrator that wouldn’t let up.

“Who do you belong to little one?”

“I belong to you,” she whispered against the urge to scream.

“You’ll keep this in here for the rest of the night,” he told her, tapping the plug, she jolted at the tap.  “You’ll learn to like it.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl.  You can open your eyes.”

Kitten opened her eyes and then saw the scratch she had made on Daddy’s arm, it was not only deep, it bled through his shirt.  Kitten waited for what came next, but she was merely stuck on all fours, staring at the gouge on his arm that she had made.  She remembered that she did not have permission to speak, therefore only stared at his arm and waited as she felt him play with her nipples and then turn on the wand again.

Kitten groaned and gasped as he tapped at the plug and inserted another toy that also vibrated inside her vagina making her eyes roll back into her head in near agony at first, the sliding in and out was pleasurable but she knew it would soon become agonizing as she began to gasp.  She couldn’t move away from him, even if she could, he was quick enough to keep up with any amount of leeway she had, so she stared into his eyes as he smiled.

“Do you want more my pet?”

Kitten knew the correct answer was yes, but she wanted to say no.  She began to take in a long steady breath, measuring her words carefully when he turned up the wand which made her gasp and buck hard.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please, I want more.”

“I didn’t quite understand little one.”

“Yes Daddy, yes, I want more.”

“Good girl.”

Kitten fell forward as he loosened her feet to allow her to move, her whole body was trembling as he slowly slacked her hands and undid the binds.  Kitten felt his lips caress lightly across her cheek before he moved toward her nipples to undo the clamps slowly, kissing and suckling gently before removing the cuffs from her wrists and ankles.  The collar came off last.

“Who do you belong to my pet?”

“I belong to you,” she whispered as he wrapped his arms around her shivering form to warm her.

“That’s right.  Who loves his little one most of all?”

“You do.”

“That’s right little one. I do,” he kissed her gently, rubbing his hand down one arm, warming her further to end the shivering.  “Come on kitten, I’ll make you something nice to eat for dinner.  We need to talk anyway.”

“About?”

She knew the roles were off then, looking at Andrew, his face was serious, but not the serious that said it was lessons time as they left the room she was not entirely fond of being in when he was in one of his particularly mean moods that she liked to call them.  This was the man that she knew cared for her deeply, that was man that was speaking to her, not the needful creature that liked to torment his pet, but the one that cared about the woman she had grown into.

Billie sat down carefully, still feeling the plug inside, and eyed him as he started preparing their evening meal.  It wasn’t uncommon for them to eat two or three times in one night for as much sex as they engaged in on the nights she was there in his home.  Billie thought of it as his home, but it seemed stark, impersonal, like that institutional bathroom connected to the master bedroom. It was just him in the penthouse and it always seemed empty.  There were rooms she wasn’t allowed to go into, one of which was an office that he worked out of and he never discussed work.

Andrew opened the bottle of wine, the sweet red that she liked and filled the glass, he’d prepared a nice sautéed beef, and watched her eat around the vegetables with disdain. It amused him, but also concerned him that she did this regularly.  She had, however, learned to slow down while eating, and she waited for him to begin whatever it was he wanted to talk to her about.  It was always in the back of his mind, that first morning, when she said she didn’t want to leave.  There were little things that told him that she needed him, but didn’t know how to say it or maybe ask for help.  It was becoming apparent why she didn’t want to go back, but the more often he came to pick her up to go out, it was was obvious, she didn’t need to say it or ask for his help.

It was his observation, and as he explained these observations, he only asked that she listen before speaking, but it was his observation that her siblings saddled her with taking care of something they didn’t want to deal with, so long as they didn’t have to deal with it, she was the greatest little sister in the world that could do no wrong.  The moment she no longer lived up to their expectations, that was when they began attempting to drive a wedge between them and quite systematically.  Precious little Liliyanna was no longer their favorite, the trinkets she had been given began to disappear, it had happened three times and she no longer would take his gifts home.  When Andrew finished speaking, Billie nodded thoughtfully.  He had expected steak knives and to have a screaming match about her family, because they were important to her.

“You’re right, but I don’t know what to do.”

“You can come stay with me.”

 Billie looked confused, then appeared almost sad,

“I-“

“You don’t have to answer this right now or even tonight.  I’m trying to give you options, because I don’t like seeing you upset every time I come to pick you up.”

“Yes.”

“Come here.”

Billie stood up and walked around the little table,

“Kiss me now.”

Andrew carried her off to their room where they weren’t planning to sleep much, he was a happy man, happier than Billie could realize as he laid her down to slowly ravage his little pet like a beast, because he wanted her more than ever, his precious little pet.  Thinking to himself, oh kitten, monsters are real and they look like people.

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Moving Day Chapter 5

The most dangerous thing about him was that he woke her up inside… -John Mark Green

It was decided, they discussed it, over a few days time that she remained.  It was the first time that Billie had stayed more than just one night in a row.  Billie wasn’t going to continue working in the diner or sharing that apartment with her father.  She was no longer going to continue being their little Cinderella.  Andrew did not care for the way her family had begun manipulating and attempting their psychological warfare upon Billie.  It started slowly at first but it became blatant after a time, within the second month of him picking her up more than a few nights a week.  Andrew understood manipulation, he understood rhetoric and how to sway a crowd, they were the worst kind of manipulators he had seen.  Andrew especially their kind of manipulative abuse and it was going to end.

Dmitry was a little more forward with her, her cousins, ones he started identifying as the exceptionally catty ones were less that helpful.  The patrons, he noticed, even became just a little more grabby with her, as if that was somehow sanctioned by the family.  Billie mentioned that because he was an outsider to them, they didn’t like him.   Billie’s sisters, all four of them were especially vindictive, she mentioned that they had taken a few of the things he had gifted her and pawned.  The three brothers began showing up on some of the nights when he would come to pick her up, the tattoos were colorfully displayed, as if those were supposed to scare him off.  Very few things frightened him, not since he was a child, and he kept those fears locked away tight.  

Vasily was the oldest brother, the man had no neck and had the appearance of a tick, because his shoulders were so enlarged that his head appeared abnormally small.  The other two brothers, he nicknamed them Mutt & Jeff, Anatoly and Pavel, were also a couple of knuckleheads.  It was the old man that Andrew empathized with, senile and frail by all appearances, but all them were rats as far as he was concerned. Billie was the only one that cared enough to take care of him the way a parent should be taken care of and he recognized that.

Andrew arrived at the diner with Billie that afternoon.  It was the first time she had ever seen him wearing jeans and a t-shirt, something so casual and mundane compared to what she had become accustomed to seeing him wear. It was hard to not stare, because he looked more dangerous to her, rugged, the belt was worn and vintage, but she could see it still had the same utility for what he preferred it for.  

Valeriya met Billie at the door and the only thing he caught between the two of them was Liliyanna it was loud and it sounded ferocious. There were customers packed into the place, but the whole family was there, practically waiting with pitch forks. Andrew was not the monster here, he knew this, he was not Frankenstein’s misunderstood monster, but it was apparent that he was seen as such.  Valeriya was the oldest sister, followed by Darya, Mariya, and Tatyana; the cousins were there too, but he hadn’t bothered to learn their names.  Andrew watched, waited patiently, he saw the old man sitting with his sons, now looking at him.  Dmitry was also sitting with them, he realized then, that old man wasn’t so senile and fragile, they all reminded him of crows on a power line; crows could be picked off by a sly wolf if needed.

Billie lurched forward suddenly, it caught his attention while he was thinking about crows, a couple dishes went flying and patrons scattered away like fleeing ants from a sadistic child’s magnifying glass in the sun as the two sisters engaged in what could only be classified as a full on cat fight.  Andrew watched curiously as Valeriya had grabbed Billie’s hair and attempted to pull her down to the floor, but his little pet had learned a few things in the past few months from him.  Billie rolled with it, knocking her sister to the floor and came up again, grabbing the steak knife off the counter top and that was where his passive interest ended and his active intervention began; sweeping her up and away from her sister.  The object was to pack what she wanted and leave, not kill anyone.  

“Stop,” he whispered into her ear and she froze up, hearing his voice.  “Do what you came to do.”

Billie nodded and he followed her up the back stairs to the apartment.  The din of the diner died away as she opened the door to the apartment. Andrew had never been here until now and he took a steady breath in as he looked around.  It was a small one bedroom apartment that smelled like cigars and old newspapers.  Billie made her way over to the closed door on the other side of the room, her shoulders appeared slumped as he watched her open it.

“This is my room,” she told him, her voice was quiet and small.

Andrew could see it wasn’t much bigger than the small twin bed crammed inside of it.  He immediately noticed the make shift rod that she had hanging over the bed frame for her clothes.  It practically rested on top of the mattress, he began to understand her childlike fascination with everything they did together, because she truly had never done much in her life.  The little window wasn’t much bigger than a shoe box to allow light in and he suddenly realized why she loved to look out that terrace window so much, why she paced the floors in the penthouse, why she constantly had to move whenever she was not here.

“I’ll only be a minute,” she appeared smaller as she stepped inside the room and started trembling as she looked around the only thing she had known since she was a little girl.

“Are you ok?”

“No.”

“Anything I can do?”

“When we leave here, I never want to come back again.  Promise me. Promise you’re never going to be the monsters they are.”

Andrew nodded, understanding what cruelty was, what the absence of humanity meant, he saw it every single day he worked at the firm, it was why he chose to leave, because he had lost faith in humanity until he found Liliyanna Petrayeva Orlovsich.  

“Ok.”

“Ok you promise?  I need more than that.”

Andrew nodded, taking a hesitant step toward her, it was the first time she had seen him appear uncertain, it was just a glimmer, and then it was gone,

“I promise I won’t let anyone ever hurt you like them, but I cannot promise I’ll never hurt you.  No one can ever make that promise to another person kitten.”

Billie nodded, she began looking around her room until she found what she was looking for, it was the only thing she wanted from the entire room, it was a small wooden box, roughly shaped the size of a shoe box that could contain a pair of winter boots. Andrew watched her open it, the light reflecting off of a mirror inside, simple carvings on the lid in Cyrillic that he couldn’t read.  Billie closed it and stood up, looking at him, still trembling as she looked around the room.

“You’re sure that’s all you want from here?”

Billie nodded,

“It has my citizenship papers, pictures of my mother, and things she wanted me to have.  I don’t need anything else.”

“Citizenship papers?”

“I wasn’t born here,” she said, looking around again as she was remembering something awful.  She took in a shaking breath as she looked at him, he expression uncertain.  “I’m ready to go.”

“Take a deep breath sweetness, I’ve got you.”

Billie nodded as he opened the door for her, it was troubling to him, seeing her so small, as if suddenly broken inside as he watched her lock the door behind her.  She was clutching the box tightly to her chest, gathering the courage to walk away from this place when Andrew noticed that the diner was quiet, too quiet as they came down the stairs.   He tapped her shoulder, shaking his head at her, coming to an understanding that a game was afoot as Billie stopped short behind him.

“Wait here.”

“Why?”

“They’re not planning to let us leave us leave sweets.”

Billie defiantly pushed past him,

“This is ridiculous,” she spat loudly.

“Billie wait!”

Vasily grabbed her by the arm and she began screeching at him as Andrew rounded the corner ready for a fight.

“Now boys, are we really going to act like-“

Mutt & Jeff, he was fairly accurate in his assessment, were knuckleheads, loud knuckleheads that he heard coming from behind him like the boogieman covered in jingle bells.

“Oops,” they fell over each other onto the floor when he side stepped them.  “Where were we?”

Billie clawed at her brother, dropping the box onto the floor, the contents splashed everywhere, including the mirror that shattered into reflective pieces.  Vasily did not hesitate to use his little sister like a human shield when he saw that Andrew could move effectively in a tight space.  Andrew resolved this, leaving the stairwell enclosure.

“That’s not very nice Vasily, using a little girl as a shield.”

Vasily shrugged, choking her into the crook of his arm.  Billie’s eyes began to glass a little, but she was used to this sensation as she centered herself, she was now angry, the box was broken, and he was trying to hurt Andrew.  They spat words back and forth, although her words were becoming slurred.  Andrew couldn’t comprehend what they were saying and he was becoming weary of not understanding.  It wasn’t going be much longer before she passed out and that worried him as well.  Billie moved her free hand to gesture to him something he had taught her, only it was more of her intent to Vasily.  She was going to make him kneel somehow.

Billie dug her nails into Vasily’s arm, biting into the crook of his arm at the same time while kicking hard onto his bad knee.  The cracking noise was dull, painful sounding when the large man lurched forward, with her in his arms.  That would make someone kneel the hard way.  It happened in such an impressive movement that Andrew didn’t have the angle to catch her before she hit her face on the bar side and stools.  She scrambled to her feet, staggering, starry eyed, getting behind him, unsteady, swaying on her feet, and then looked at her brothers.   Vasily was still laying on the floor, the other two were standing there together, looking for a fight, this outsider was going to go away.  Andrew counted three…

“Crows,” he mumbled, looking around, catching Dmitry out of the corner of his eye, ducking low, pulling Billie with him to the floor; the butcher knife scarcely missed his face and hit his shoulder, slicing it open deep.

“What is it with your family?”

“They don’t like you taking me away.”

“They’re going to get over it.”

Billie began yelling again, it was disconcerting how inhuman her voice became when she did this, how angry she could sound when she did this in her native language.  The old man came out of the kitchen then, yelling back at her. Too much damn yelling!  Andrew kept her close behind him, their back to the wall where none of them could sneak up.

Billie’s tone had changed, almost pleading, the kind of tone that he had heard her use when she was being cute and sometimes when she was bound and beneath him while he was teaching her something exquisite and she was begging him for something she wanted; except she sounded frightened.

“What’s wrong sweets?”

“Dmitry is going to kill you and my father is going to give me to him like some kind of farm animal.”

“Oh.  That doesn’t work for me.”

Andrew had already pocket dialed the police the moment he had noticed the silence of the diner, he kept the phone line open the entire time, it was only a matter of time. Billie wrapped her arms around him, shaking, continuing to plead with that tone of voice that made him angry,

“Shhhh.”

“I can’t.  They want to kill you Andrew.  They want to want to kill you.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so sorry.”

“You can calm yourself kitten.  You can baby, I’ve got you.  They’re not going to hurt anyone.”

Billie grew quiet, drawing strength from him, she noticed her face hurt then, that her mouth hurt more, her whole head hurt and she squeezed him harder as she noticed the blue and red lights reflecting from the mirror shards on the floor.  Andrew pulled her sideways up the stairwell enclosure, away from her brothers, away from Dmitry and her father when the front door exploded with more glass.

“I’ve got you.”

*******

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance.  The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break… -An ancient Chinese belief

Billie sat with the paramedics while they looked her over.  She barely spoke a word, watching Andrew deal with the police.  The blanket around her shoulders felt like lead weights while she waited for him.  Her head pounded, everything hurt and ached, she was tired, and it was dark.  

“Please stop flashing your light in my face,” she snapped loudly.

The medic ignored her, making her stay where she was with the officer and detective that was assigned to her.   The detective continued to ask questions that she refused to answer without Andrew with her.  

“You talk to me when he’s with me,” she would repeat whenever he would pressure her again. “I’m not talking to you without him.”

“Miss Orlovsich.”

“What did I just say detective!?”

The medic returned again, trying to do his job, but Billie was unwilling to allow anyone to touch her. She only wanted Andrew to come get her away from them.  She wanted this day to end and she wanted to go home. Everything felt like one giant firecracker ready to explode, the strobes from the squad cars were making her nauseous. Nothing was right with the world and it was becoming too much.  Andrew walked toward her, eyeing her carefully, pulling out his wallet.

“Officer, here’s my card.”

“Detective Odell.”

“Detective,” Andrew disliked being interrupted.  “Your partner has everything he needs, I’d like to get her-“

“Home,” Billie snapped. “I want to go home.”

Andrew looked at the medic, whom by this time, was now ready to throw his hands up in disgust.

“She won’t let me check her.”

“Let him check you over baby.  You hit your head pretty hard. Your face is bleeding.”

Billie made a face, she didn’t want to be touched, didn’t want anything to do with anyone else or anything except him, it was all too much.  The annoying light was back in her eye again and she flinched away because it hurt to look at and made her head throb.  Her hand swatted it away angrily as she began to cry uncontrollably, fully traumatized by this time, she wanted it to be quiet for just five seconds. The medic made the recommendation that she be checked at the ER.

“I want to go home.  I just want to go.”

“We will, but you’re going to the ER first.  In you go.”

The medic followed his lead, prepared to leave,

“I’ll follow you.”

“No, I want you to go with me,” she began to panic.  “I want you to go with me!  Don’t leave me!”

The officer looked a question at his supervisor.  The detective stepped forward leaning around the doors to look at her flailing around the back on the gurney like a little wild cat until Andrew stopped moving away from her,

“Ok.  It’s ok Billie.”

Andrew climbed in and sat next to her, taking her hand,

“Shhhhh.  You’re ok.  I’m right here.”

*******

The wild in her heart left foot prints in his soul… -Michael Schaper

Andrew was in the waiting room, it had been hours, not something he had planned on.  It was his turn to pace the floors, his turn to feel uneasy and chew his lip.  He wasn’t allowed back to the CT Scan and the room felt empty, despite the fact that there were people all around.  He stepped outside to make a call, one of the few people he knew could get him some answers that worked at that hospital.

“Hey Cass, it’s Drew. Yeah, listen, I need a favor, your admin staff are being a bunch of cock blocking sons of bitches. I’m about to lay waste to something…. Uh-huh, thanks.  I-I owe you.  Always… Always….”

Andrew walked back inside, breathing a little easier as he crumbled into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs for the nth time that night.  He finally noticed the blood on his clothes and sighed, it belonged to her from what he could tell, it made him uneasy.  It was going on 2 in the morning and he was beginning to dislike this lack of control, this mess that had become this day, and he looked at his phone again. It had her picture on the home screen, she was smiling serenely.  It was that serene little grin, the crinkle on her nose, the little freckles that he had memorized, the mousey brown hair tousled in a messy ponytail, and those dimples that he loved to see whenever she giggled.  Andrew ignored the burning sensation in his shoulder, declining to have it looked at until she was taken care of first.

“Mister Bryant?”

Andrew looked up, barely recognizing his name, he hadn’t been called Mr. Bryant in a long time, not since a court room.  

“I was told to come get you.”

“How is she?”

The nurse didn’t answer him as he followed.

“I asked you a question.”

“I know, but you just need to follow me.”

Andrew looked around the halls as he followed, making note of the signs as they moved along, he noticed they had left the ER and gone up two floors.  They were heading toward a consult room,

“Why is she up here?”

“Please wait in here Mr Bryant.”

Andrew looked at his phone again, ready to make another call, but the signal was almost zero, bouncing around in the hallway and zero in the consult room that was empty.  He began to notice that his shoulder hurt then, and realized it was still bleeding from the butcher knife.  Andrew muttered to himself as he thought to take care of it later.  There was a new person, a doctor, a lab coat kind of doctor, and he was about to begin speaking when Andrew interrupted.

“Would someone just tell me what the fuck is going on around here?  She left for a CT Scan and it’s been like 5 hours.  Why is she up here now?”

“I was about to explain Mister Bryant.”

“Great. Is Billie ok?”

“Her head’s fine, however she’s sedated right now because she became excessively agitated in the ER.”

“What?”

“When they took her back for the CT Scan, apparently she became combative with the tech and then the two nurses that were with her.”

“This is why I said I wanted to go with her, but you people didn’t want to listen to me.  She has anxiety and her fucking family tried to kill her today.  They kept her like goddamned Rapunzel and when she wanted to leave with me they tried to kill us.”

Andrew slammed his fist onto the table, trying to compose himself and not tear the lab coat apart, just for the sake of tearing him apart,  

“That’s some next level sickness doc and if she’s having some trouble with that, well, go figure. Why the hell else do you think she looked like a murder scene coming in here.  You can’t keep her here like this.”

“Technically I can, for 72 hours.  It would be in hers and your best interests to allow her to process some of what’s happened.”

“The fuck you can-“

Andrew began reciting the legalities of the 72 hours hold, he already knew that the detective that had continually pressed Billie had something to do with this particular little bit of shenanigans.  She was not a danger to herself, she would not have been a danger to anyone else had they just listened to him.

“You tell Detective Odell if he wants to talk to her, he talks to her through me.  And if you want to keep your damn job, you get her the fuck released off these trumped up charges or I’ll have your job for this bogus hold.  I wanna see the staff she supposedly attacked.”

The room suddenly felt pretty large to Andrew, it was his ball game, his court when that little yes man left the room.  He hated this place, hated the very smell of it as he stood up to leave the room, kicking the chair into the corner before finding the nurse that brought him up there.

“You’re gonna take me to her now.”

“I’ll take you there Drew,” he turned around to see a familiar face.

“Cass.”

They went way back, he suddenly felt like a little boy standing there before her, she had taught him control and discipline, many things and felt his heart begin to pound in his throat for a moment as he looked at her.  

“You look like shit Drew.”

Andrew nodded, still amazed that she hadn’t changed much since the last time he had seen her.  He had left and chose not to look back when she didn’t have anything else left to teach him except pain.

“You’re staring Drew.  I could always tell when you were staring at me.”

Andrew smiled, shaking his head,  she could do that to him, make him feel flustered with a look, but she could see he had changed, that he had grown into something more, something more capable of being sinister and dark.

“I’m not your little boy anymore Cassia.”

“No?  I just saw him a moment ago, still there in the shadows.”

“Did you come here just to gloat?”

“I heard you left the firm,” she began, gesturing fo him to sit at the a table to clean his arm up and stitch it for him.  She had that sly tone of voice that began to sound coy and manipulative when she wanted something from him.  The needle numbed his arm, she cleaned the wound like the pro she was, methodical while she spoke.  “I heard you started something new, that you just became a recluse all of the sudden. Had to come see what brought you out of that gilded cage of yours.”

Andrew pulled away for a moment, looked at her shrewdly,

“No Cassia.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Good.  My staff have been dealt with, your little friend is resting over there in that room.  You should probably do the same.  I meant it, you look like shit Drew.  You need to take these antibiotics in case of infection.  Keep it dry if you can.”

Andrew stood up, seeing that she was done, that was all he cared to do with her,

“Can I just take her home?”

Cassia touched his arm, the way she used to touch him and it made him uncomfortable, she could see that he was no longer hers to play with, not yet anyway,

“Your little friend in there is a mess, she should stay for a few days, you should let her process what’s happened, whatever it was that brought the two of you here.”

Andrew looked through the doorway, unable to see her, longing to see her.  

“Drew,” she said sharply enough that his attention was on her the way it used to snap to when she would command it of him so long ago.  “You need to be very careful how you mind fuck that from here on out or you’ll wind up empty again.  That little gilded cage will just remain empty.”

Andrew nodded, pulling his torn shirt over his head as he turned to walk inside the room and see her sleeping.  Her cheek was swollen, she had a fat lip that was split slightly, but nothing too serious. The lights were low, he left them that way as he eased onto the bed next to her before he could finally breathe without feeling insane.  His hand trembled as he reached out to move the hair away from her face, kissed her forehead, closed his eyes for a moment, just for a moment as he just listened to her breathe softly.

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Show me all the parts of you that you do not love so I know where to begin…- anonymous

“When we get home,” he told her.  “I want you to rest like the doctor said.  I’ll make you a bubble bath the way you like and something to eat.”

Billie didn’t say anything as he wheeled her down the hallway, she only nodded and smiled, trying to keep herself together.  She felt afraid of everything and it was difficult to even think of anything but going home with him.  The medication helped, or she thought it was helping, her head didn’t hurt so much, she didn’t feel so… it was hard to think while sitting there waiting for the elevator. Andrew knelt down to look at her, understanding that she had been prescribed some strong medicines, and began to worry they might be a little too much.

“You ready kitten?”

“Yeah,” she blinked slowly, yawned as she looked at him.  

“Let’s go home,” he kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Billie fell asleep in the car, curled up like a cat in the front seat, he held her hand the entire time, carried her up to the penthouse, laid her down in bed and finally went off to take a shower.  Everything had blended together in the last 48 hours, but he was certain of one thing, she was where she belonged.  The water was as hot as he could stand it as he scrubbed the grime away, it was a ritual at this point, washing the day away.  Shower in the morning and evening, shave, but he decided to let it grow today. He had work to do and that was not going to wait, he would do it while she slept.

Andrew changed his mind, laying down with her, wrapping his arms around her, feeling the softness of her skin as she stirred and whimpered briefly.

“Shhhh, I’m here baby. You’re safe now.”

“I know.”

Andrew slowly kissed the back of her neck as she sighed, feeling his touches, he was careful not to touch her face until she initiated a kiss.

“Does that hurt?”

“A little,” she responded softly. “Not much.”

“I’ll kiss something else then,” he responded, smiling, making her laugh.  “I love that laugh, makes me smile baby.”

“Mmmm.”

Billie felt his fingers begin to slide in and out slowly, his tongue begin to dance across her clit as he pressed her legs open, asserting himself.  He watched her fingers move over her nipples as she moaned a little more, enticing him to slow his tongue and widen it to a rhythmic swirl before sucking a little.  Billie gasped, trying to lift her hips, but he held her fast, pressing her down firmly.

“Shhhhh.”

Billie concentrated, breathing in and out, trying to quiet herself, but he felt so good, he always felt so good.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. She knew better than to beg, but Andrew was feeling generous.  He was slow, methodical, edging her to the point that she she couldn’t be still beneath, no matter hard she tried to be.  “Don’t stop. Don’t-…stop!”

Billie gasped and bucked up, shaking beneath him as he continued to make her cum again, sweetly as she begged for him to keep going until she couldn’t take it anymore. Andrew was quite hard, wanting to shove his cock in her mouth, but he didn’t want to hurt her, not like that.  

“Roll over.”

Billie did so slowly, he played with her ass, slowly inserting the tip, reaching for the heavy lubricant inside the night stand.  She could see his cock glistening in the light from the shades that peeked through, felt it slowly slip inside, she had never done this, only with the plug. Andrew heard her groan inaudibly at first, she instinctively tried to slip away from his grasp, but he had her firmly in his hands, slowly pressing, the tip first, in and out. He continued for about a minute, slipped a little more inside, feeling her relax a little more, then sliding more, going in just a little further with each thrust until she felt completely filled.

Billie groaned quietly, unsure of this, accepting it as he leaned forward to roll her onto her side along with him.  He could now suckle her breast easily and reach her vagina to tease her clit again while sliding his fingers in and out.  Billie continue to groan with a mixture of gasps, her face appeared to be concentrating as if unsure of how to feel.

“Does it feel good baby?”

Billie nodded, still concentrating as her breath hitched and quickened with each slow thrust in an out,

“Yes Daddy.  Yes it feels good.”

“Mmmm.  I’m glad you like it.  What does Daddy’s little pet want?”

“Kitten wants Daddy to cum inside her.”

“Daddy could do that.”

Kitten smiled, feeling him thrust harder and the orgasm rising with it, she’d never felt one like this as she heard him begin to growl softly in her ear and breathe harder.   Their breaths quickened together and she felt him bite down on her neck hard as he released.  She gasped as he pulled away slowly, reaching for him, as he turned her over to kiss her cheek and forehead.

“Daddy has to get some work done kitten.  I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”

“Ok.”

“I got your bath started, all the bubbles in it you like,” he kissed her again.  “I’ll make some of that soup you like.”

He kissed her again, watching her smile,

“Ok Daddy.”

“Ok.”

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Spanks Chapter 6

“I need..” She whispers “I know little one.” He replies “How?” She asks “You’re mine.  I always know.” She sighs -unknown

Andrew was not fond of waking up before his alarm, he was also accustomed to a routine that Billie was now disrupting frequently and quite playfully on a daily basis.  Andrew was learning patience with his pet, kittens were playful in nature just as she was too.  Billie would often wake him before his alarm, not unpleasantly, there were times she was insatiable just as much as he was and they challenged each other often; he frequently won out though.  There were times that he just had to take her to the room that she was not fond of, even though there were times when she loved it.

Kitten was made to lay with the blindfold on the bed for- She couldn’t tell how long.  The room was colder than usual, but Daddy said to lay still and she wanted to please him.  The shivering began, he said he’d be right back, he’d never lied to her before, no reason to think so now.  Kitten began to squirm, trying to warm herself.  The binds held her firmly in place, ass in the air, the plug began making everything feel engorged, it was larger than the last one he had used. The binds kept her knees bent low underneath her body, feet spread apart so that she could be lifted and moved how Daddy liked.

Kitten’s arms were pulled above her head, hair bound within the binds to hold her chin poised just the way Daddy liked it. The ball gag made it difficult to swallow, but he liked to see her unable to beg sometimes, not until Daddy wanted her to speak.  He knew how to be careful with his little pet, how to read fatigue, and signs of distress in her body language.  Kitten centered her thoughts, the clamps swayed as she tried to breathe calmly. The mantra began, listing all the things that pleased Daddy and she warmed to think of these things.  The door slowly opened and closed, Daddy had returned.  Daddy looked upon kitten, knowing she had disobeyed.  The room was purposefully colder than normal, Daddy wanted to test his kitten, and she had been a bad kitten.

“Did Kitten behave for Daddy?”

Kitten did not hesitate to shake her head no, she knew she had disobeyed, she also knew that he expected unfailing honesty.  The mantra began, all the things that pleased Daddy as she heard the naughty drawer open. It was the one drawer that clicked and made ominous noises whenever he opened it.  Oh, how she knew something was coming for her pink tender flesh that was poised and exposed with no way to move unless Daddy released the tension on the binds.  Kitten focus on the noise from the drawer, that drawer, the one that Daddy used to punish his bad kitten.  Kitten felt the clamps tighten a turn.  Daddy delighted in doing this to his kitten, to watch her face contort whenever he pushed just a little harder as he teased her trapped nipples with his tongue to torment her because it only made the new plug feel that much larger as he tapped at it. She was no longer the significant other, but his toy, and a very bad kitten.  

Daddy took her by the hips firmly with his warm hands.  Daddy reddened her cheeks with each swat of the crop whip, once for every time she had moved, because he had never actually left the room she realized.  Poor little kitten realized this as she counted the lashes, associating them with what she had done.  Kittens had to learn to obey and she presented without hesitation, knowing it pleased him to teach her how to listen.  Daddy’s fingers were warm as he played with her clit, prodding the plug a little each time.  Kitten was careful not to moan or move in anyway, she was forbidden to assist either, even if it felt good.  Everything was alight, tingling, but no, Daddy was not done teaching.  

Daddy unzipped his pants, the bulge straining at the zipper.  Kitten waited to accept his cock, but he continued tormenting his beautiful little pet. Daddy released kitten’s hair, rolling her firmly to one side, adjusting the binds to place her limbs exactly the way he wanted.  Kittens always wanted to play too much, recently, this kitten had misbehaved.

“Has Kitten learned to behave?”

Kitten nodded, but Daddy was not satisfied.  Kitten loved Daddy’s cock, proclaimed it every morning when she would wake him wanting it before the alarm would go off.  She wanted it then as well, but Daddy wasn’t going to give it to her, not yet. Kitten felt the paddle come swiftly across her already reddened cheeks, twice on each cheek.  Daddy always knew how to be precise and exacting, never too hard, but hard enough. Kitten squealed, tilting her chin up, remembering she must do this just the way Daddy liked it, without prompting.

Daddy took her by the shoulders, rolling her back up to her knees where the plug with the little pink tail was right where it should be.  Daddy stroked Kitten’s ears, caressing his little pet as she felt the tail move aside.  Daddy thrust his cock in hard, watching to see if his kitten would continue to hold her chin poised.    

Kitten stretched, reaching to hold her head poised just so, her neck exposed exquisitely.  Daddy’s hand took her hair and pulled it tightly, rocking her hips with the sound of the growls coming softly to her ear, becoming more feral with each thrust.  Daddy mouthed her neck, biting lightly as he tugged at the chains attached to the nipple clamps.  Kitten could feel his seed dripping down her thighs as he turned her over.  Daddy wasn’t done as he pulled the gag from her mouth and looked upon her plump, moist, lips.  Kitten suckled his thumb, demonstrating what she would do for him, anything he asked, anything he wanted.

“What does my little Kitten want?”

“Kitten wants Daddy’s cock. She wants Daddy’s cock in her mouth so she can taste him.”

Kitten could almost feel his smile as she poised her mouth to receive him.  Daddy took out the other toys, the ones that made it impossible to concentrate as he inserted her favorite little rabbit and turned it on. Kitten went to work, as she was not allowed cum without Daddy’s permission or he would leave it on until it was agonizing pleasure.

Kitten went to work with vigor, feeling the urgency rise as Daddy played harder with her nipples. Kitten continued working, but Daddy turned the little rabbit up as he tapped at the tail.  Kitten’s mouth shook with anticipation, sucking harder as her body trembled.  Kitten felt his cock grow full as he pulled her down hard.  Kitten accepted this as she drank him in.  Daddy held onto Kitten’s rabbit, teasing her clit underneath as she dripped, begging, shaking, and unable to escape his anticipation or the binds and how they allowed her to move.   Daddy reveled in this, this finale of control, taking away his kitten’s toy.

“Daddy will stop now.”

Kitten felt Daddy’s warm, strong hands slowly pulling the bindings away, slowly caress the roundness of her ass as he curled her up into his arms, removed the blindfold, and tail slowly.  The candles were mostly burned out now.

“You were a good Kitten.”

Kitten purred.

“Daddy is sorry that he had to work so much today, but you know he will give you all the attention you want when he can.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Good girl.  Time for dinner puppet.”

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Play Time Chapter 7

Charm is more valuable that beauty. You can resist beauty, but you can’t resist charm.- Audrey Tatou

Kitten was curious, watching him do something that was unusual, he was preparing the other room, rather than just telling her to go in there.  She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong to the best of her knowledge that would warrant going in that room.  Then again, sometimes he just wanted to take her in there because that’s where all of his toys were.  

Kitten paced the main room, walked around the kitchen island and kept peering into the room, inquisitive, but not daring to ask the question she wanted to ask.  Daddy sometimes didn’t ask, he just told her what he wanted and she would do her best to do it.  If she couldn’t, he would work with her, teach her, that’s what he did and he was good at it.  

Daddy came out of the room while she was thinking about this, she watched him close the door and lock it and she stopped pacing the floor, trying to pretend she was on her way to the refrigerator for a bottle of water that she knew wasn’t there.

“What are you looking for my pet?”

“Bottle of water,” she answered too quickly.  

“Look at me.”

She closed the door and looked up into his eyes, he was standing directly behind her now and she peered up into his eyes, unable to stop blushing.  

“Try that again.  What were you looking for?”

“Nothing.”

“I see.  What’s bothering you?”

“Am I in trouble?”

Daddy laughed, running his hand softly down her neck, stopping at the collar,

“No little one.  Why would you think you’re in trouble?”

“You,” she looked at the door behind him and the key in his hand.

“Oh.  I was about to come talk to you.  I have a friend coming over tonight.”

“A friend?”

Daddy nodded,

“She’s an old friend, not unlike Daddy.  She wants to come over and play.”

Kitten’s eyes narrowed,

“She wants to play with you?”

“With us.”

“Oh.”

Daddy put his arms around his little pet, placed his thumb over her lips the way she liked when he was trying to reassure her, and talk her through something she was unsure of.

“Who do you belong to little one?”

“I belong to you.”

“And who loves it when you please him?”

“You do Daddy.”

“That’s right baby.  I do.”

  Kitten felt Daddy’s hands pull her ass into his hips so hard that it was almost jarring.  Kitten was still as she felt him release across her back and remained gripping at her hips with such force that it was almost painful as he pushed her head down into the pillow.  Kitten’s eyes were still closed as she had been instructed, she could feel the woman’s body next to hers playfully touching her nipples trapped in the clamps, flicking at them as she continued to flick at her swollen clit. Kitten remained quiet, she did not make a sound, she was careful not to make any faces either, she concentrated on what she was expected to do.  She had been instructed to refer to her as Mistress, and Mistress was being rough whenever she touched kitten.

Daddy rolled kitten onto her back, allowing Mistress to play.  She could hear the wine being poured again, hear him swallowing it, hear Mistress drinking it up as well, and then he poured some onto her lips to taste. Kitten liked this wine, it was sweet, and Daddy gave it to her when she was good.  Daddy told her that she had to be a good girl and she promised that she would be a good girl and obey.  Daddy’s hands were warm and strong, this woman, Daddy called her Cassia, only demanded and spoke about kitten as if she was a toy and not a person or his pet.

“Are you a slut,” Mistress asked kitten.

Kitten felt her lip begin to pout, she wanted to hiss obscenities, and yell mean things, but she felt Daddy’s presence in the room, the glower beginning as Cassia continued to tease kitten’s clit and getting her wetter by the minute.    

“Answer her little one.”

“I am,” she answered in a little voice, not liking this, but wanting to please Daddy.

“Whose slut are you,” Cassia asked her.

“I’m Daddy’s slut. I belong to him,” she wanted to add not you.

Cassia laughed as she went down on kitten, licking and sucking in a way that Daddy had never done before.  Kitten reacted immediately and moaned, unable to move away from Cassia’s mouth.  Cassia also swatted differently, harder, painfully as she continued to use her mouth.  Daddy’s mouth was suckling at her nipples, making it all the more intense while Cassia swatted harder with the climax looming.  

Daddy slipped his cock into her mouth and kitten began to suck, rolling her tongue around and around until he began thrusting into the back of her throat.  Kitten knew he could be harder, thrust harder, pull her hair harder, and twist her torso harder as he pleased, because she was his to do so with however and whenever he liked.  Kitten did not mind this with him, she enjoyed pleasing him.  This however, was different, new, and challenging.

Kitten moaned and began to twitch, spasming under the weight of his thighs.   Cassia did not stop and neither did Daddy, holding his cock in her mouth while kitten worked, pausing only briefly to let an orgasm pass over like a wave with little relief from the tide.  Kitten could feel his cock swell in the back of throat and she worked all the harder trying to focus on him.  The growl rose from the back of his throat like a lion as he filled her mouth. Kitten drank him up, continuing to suck until he pulled away.  Daddy watched her buck at the binds as Cassia delighted in tormenting his pet, he shook his head at Cassia, motioning to back off, as this was not meant to punish his little pet.  

Kitten felt his breath on her ear as he slowly exhaled, one hand pulling her head back by the hair as he nuzzled and bit down at the exposed flesh for a moment, the other lightly caressing her ample bosom.  

“What would Daddy’s little pet like to do?”

Kitten whimpered softly, she felt entirely spent from working for them, Daddy knew this, recognized she was tiring of the game,

“Kitten would like Daddy to make her cum for him.”

“Daddy would like that very much.”

Cassia marveled, watching as his little pet accepted one last orgasm, although she had clearly had many with them forcing her to accept them one after another, kitten relaxed at his touch.  Daddy was careful to pay attention to her tender reddened flesh, he kissed and caressed, affectionately touching, gently bringing kitten down from being over sensitized to willingly wanting to cum again.  Daddy was good at this, kitten relaxed, losing herself in his caress, nearly ready to fall asleep until he began to work her up slowly, edging her softly up, feeling the small twitches begin between her legs, her breath quickening, she began to moan, and he continued gently until he felt her tighten around his fingers, she felt him edge back.  Kitten opened her eyes after Daddy had touched her lids, cueing her to open them without saying a word.  Kitten quietly moaned and held her breath as Daddy spread her legs apart further, she knew to keep them there, he stroked his little kitten with more fervor until she was breathing harder still, moaning, beginning to cry out and unable be still even against the binds.  

“Quietly now,” he told her. “Shhhh.”

Kitten quieted, the only thing he felt was the silent little spasm on his skin as she threw her head back and writhed only for Daddy, not for Cassia.

“Good girl.”

Daddy slowly released her from the binds, tenderly caressing his little pet, giving more attention to the reddened skin from the binds.  Cassia almost appeared jealous as she watched their ritual.  She realized while watching them that perhaps it was why he left when he did, he needed something more, other than being her human toy. Kitten remained quiet, taking in the cuddles, moving away from her, the one she identified as being cruel.  She didn’t like this woman and the way she looked at Daddy, didn’t like her calling him Drew when his name was Andrew.  

“I’ll make you ladies some dinner.”

Now he was cooking her dinner too.  

“May I?”

Daddy nodded as Cassia approached his little pet.  

“Well stand up child.”

Kitten looked a question and he gave her that look that told her she was not done yet, it was only the start.  

“Eyes up. Listen to her,” he told her as Cassia lead her away to the shower.

Kitten followed, Cassia was almost as tall as Daddy, she became nervous, this woman was mean, she wasn’t nice at all to her, and now she was taking her to their room where they slept at night.  Kitten felt the collar come up sharply and she quickened her steps.  Cassia turned on the shower, all the while watching kitten, she had told her to stand still, look at the floor while she turned the water on.  The mirrors made it easy for Cassia to tell if she disobeyed.

“Yes Mistress.”

“What was that little one?”

“Y-yes Mistress.”

“Come here.”

Kitten moved toward her, she was careful to not look at Cassia, she was strict and quick to punish. Cassia took her by the hair and marched her into the shower, sitting her down upon the bench where she hooked the cuffs to the rails.  Kitten was just diminutive enough that this stretched uncomfortably, but she did not look up until she felt Cassia’s hand lift her chin sharply.

Cassia slowly kissed her, parting her mouth, kitten was unsure of this, trying not to pull away. If this was what Daddy wanted her to do, then she would do it if it pleased him.  Cassia continued until kitten became accepting of this, then began to play with her nipples until they were erect and standing at attention, kitten opened her mouth as Cassia brought her breast forward.  Kitten rolled her tongue over her nipple as Daddy would do to hers, she continued until Cassia pulled her hair to tilt her head back.  Kitten opened her eyes, startled, as Cassia undid the cuffs from the rail.  Cassia pulled her forward, shoving her face toward her pelvis, kitten knew what she wanted, but hesitated.

“You need to learn.”

Kitten glanced at the stall door, seeing him standing there, watching now, she wondered how long he had been standing there.  The bulge in his boxers told her long enough as she slowly leaned forward.  

“You have to teach her,” she heard him say.  “Not punish her like a dog.  I told you she doesn’t belong to you.”

Cassia pushed her back down to the bench and turned off the water after finishing with the soap,

“You’re too kind to her Drew.”

“And you weren’t kind enough,” he retorted.

Kitten didn’t move, she only watched their dynamic as he stepped inside to beckon her out of the shower, drying her off as he liked to do.  Daddy took the collar and cuffs off, kissed her gently, whispered something sweet that Cassia couldn’t hear.

“Billie only thinks to please me,” he started.  “You only think to punish and treat people like they belong in a kennel cage. That’s not what I agreed to Cass.”

“Is that all you do,” Cassia asked her directly.

Kitten blinked, now unsure of what to say, but she moved away Cassia and closer to him, now feeling secure that she could speak.

“We make each other happy. I like making him happy and he makes me happy.”

Cassia’s eyes narrowed, she could scarcely believe what she was seeing, the two of them in sync with each other.  That little girl had him wrapped around her little finger.

“I don’t know how you did it,” she began.  “More power to you little girl.”

Kitten felt herself smiling as she looked at Daddy,

“I don’t need a collar to understand ownership the way we define it.  I crave his structure and attention, the rules and limits that he sets for me, because we challenge each other every day.  It’s all that I need.  Andrew protects me and he takes care of me.  I would do anything to make him happy.”

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Office Days Chapter 8

When the time comes, you’ll embrace what frightened you… -Unknown

There were days when Daddy would be in his office far longer than kitten cared for.  He would become preoccupied and she would get bored. Sometimes this lead to mischief and other times, kitten sulked and that made life interesting for Daddy when he would realize he had neglected his little one.  This day was a combination of the two, when he heard a racket in the kitchen and realized it was well beyond lunch and nearing dinner time.  Kitten saw the door open, watched him peek out to see what she might have broken or made a possible mess of, because he usually prepared their meals.

“What are you doing my pet?”

Kitten looked around for a moment, covering the broken glass with a paper towel and grinned impishly at first, then frowned,

“I broke your glass. Sorry.”

“Well now, was it an accident?”

“No, well yes, I mean..”

Daddy smiled, watching her face flush, because she was a terrible liar, and he could tell she was remorseful about the glass.  

“Are you barefoot over there?  Does Daddy need to rescue his pet?”

Kitten nodded, apparently the plan worked, she knew he would come sweep her up from the floor to keep broken glass from her feet.  Daddy smiled, picking her up, she smiled back, playing with the buttons on his shirt with her thumb and finger.

“May I?”

Daddy paused, looking down at his pet, smiling,

“May you what?”

Daddy smelled wonderful as always and she nuzzled closer to take in his scent a little more,

“May I suck your cock Daddy?”

Daddy watched her eyes travel along the lines of his shirt as he set down her next to his chair, still touching the buttons with one hand, the other carefully following the hem line of his pants, but not touching him.  She eyed the bulge that began to form in his pants and turned her gaze back up to him; doe eyed.

“May I Daddy?”

Daddy watched as his little pet swallowed hard, his thumb pressed against her lip and slid into her mouth as she wondered whether or not he would kiss her, bite her, or playfully slap her.  His gaze was dark and smoldering, determined and full of wanting as he ran his other hand over her nipples under his t-shirt that she was wearing.  Kitten moaned, feeling as if electricity had run through her belly.

“You were saying my pet?”

“I…  I…”, kitten shivered with goosebumps, her nipples hardening with arousal.  “I… Daddy may I please…”

Kitten reached forward for his pants, grasping firmly, tugging at the buttons on his shirt, fighting with the belt she pulled it up a little to loosen the clasp,

“I… Please may I Daddy?”

Daddy slowly sat in his chair, pleased with his pet, this was new, the begging to please him and he gestured for her to wait, to slow down, because he wanted to enjoy this.

“Slowly now little one. Slowly.”

Kitten lowered her eyes, slowly opening buttons on his shirt, one by one by one until it was open, she tugged it away and folded it, setting it on the table.  She slowly removed the undershirt next, folding it, setting it aside as ritual.  While she was doing this, Daddy fondled and teased while stripping her of her clothing. Kitten, reached for the belt on his pants, gently tugging it away and setting it aside before she opened his pants to kneel down, but he shook his head no, not yet.

Kitten remained kneeling, poised, focused on his face and she was trembling for his touch as he pulled her forward, opening her mouth with his fingers, she smiled watching his adoring gaze.  Kitten slowly leaned over, her nose running along the fabric of his pants, her breath hot as her tiny hands began to slowly stroke his cock.

Kitten had learned that he enjoyed it more when she would look at him while she did this, especially when his cock was in her mouth.  

“Moan for me baby.  I want hear you moan.”

Kitten did as bidden, making the sounds that pleased him as he reached down take her hair into his hands and grip it firmly to make her move how he wanted.  Her tongue began to move and reach and she saw his head begin to tilt back, his hips instinctively thrusting while he shoved her head down harder. Kitten continued to moan, still looking up at him, his face smiling as he released and groaned.

“That was wonderful little one.”

Kitten remained kneeling, satisfied that she had pleased him.  Daddy hooked his finger into the D-ring of her collar and tugged her up onto his lap, legs straddling him.  He was still hard and marveling at this beautiful creature that pleased him. Kitten instinctively sidled on his cock, the eye contact had not ended as she began to slowly rock back and forth. Daddy pulled her forward, taking a breast into his mouth, he began to suckle she let out a slight moan.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes. Yes please.  Mmmm.”

Kitten felt his thumb begin to rub along her clit that now made her tighten up on his cock.  She gripped the arms of the chair, holding on while rocking and moaning.  

“Yes, Daddy, more.”

Kitten rocked harder, panting, trying to pace herself while he brought her close to orgasm,

“Not yet,” he told her. “Not yet my pet.”

“Daddy…. Daddy please.”

Daddy pushed her onto the floor, dominating his position over her,

“Daddy says you have to wait.”

Kitten continued to moan as he maddened his pace, he could feel her tightening up again, ready to cum and she flexed her hands, open and closed trying not to grab onto him with her nails.  She felt his seed run down her thighs and she cried out beneath him as he reached for her clit with his hand.  Kitten sighed as he kissed her, his tongue in her mouth, dancing with hers as he teased her hard.  She moaned into his mouth, hips trying to rise against his thigh.

“What does Daddy’s pet want?”

“Daddy’s pet would like to cum.”

Daddy smiled, grinned as she trembled beneath him.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”

Daddy kissed her again, now looking stern,

“Next time you would like my attentions, you may knock on the door little one.  You may ask for Daddy’s attention if he has it to give.”

Kitten nodded, blushing again, smiling as he pulled her a little closer, and heard him laugh as he played with her hair.  The rest of the afternoon was theirs.

  ©

Kitten Heals Chapter 9

You cannot save people. You can only love them… -Anaïs Nin

Billie was singing to herself, dancing with her eyes closed, the headphones on loud enough that she didn’t hear the office door close behind her or him ask,

“What yah doing baby?”

Billie just continued to dance around the couch, she had the floor plan memorized, the nuances of her home in-tuned to how she moved and lived their life together.  She had learned months ago how to walk about with her eyes closed, counting steps from one end to the other just to see if she could and partly to amuse herself while he worked behind a closed door in his office. Kitten had learned a hard lesson once not to disturb Daddy while he worked.

Andrew watched her dancing, the little slip of a dress flowing around her body like a ballerina, he wasn’t sure what she was singing, it was beautiful, not something he could understand as she continued her little pirouettes and back bends while she stretched her arms here and there as if in a dance studio.  Billie was off in her own little world, she did this from time to time, but today, she was dancing and it was breath taking to see this new side of her.  It had been too long since he had seen her appear to be content without requiring his prompting, his touch, or encouragement.  Billie appeared to be free for just a few moments and then she opened her eyes as she turned to see him, gasping with surprise as she pulled the ear buds out of her ears.

“I didn’t hear you come out.”

“It’s ok, just taking a break sweets.”

“Oh.”

“I was just enjoying the view.”

“Oh, did I disturb you? I can be quiet.”

“No love, you did not disturb my work,” Andrew smiled, still thinking of the way she was moving so elegantly.  “I didn’t know you could dance.”

Billie blushed, unsure of how to answer this and just smiled while Andrew smiled back at her, feeling the smolder building up, he desired to to tell her to come to him so that he could devour her right there on the floor and he could have demanded it and she would have given it freely, but he was waiting to see if she would volunteer how she learned to dance like that.

“You don’t have to stop,” he told her, attempting to invite her into relaxing some, she appeared tense again.  It was going to be one of those days, he could tell, she was going to be anxious and excessively needy before too long, it was building up right before him.  He understood why, or, at the very least, he tried very hard to understand why she had so many difficulties she had moved in with him.

“It was nice, whatever it was you were singing,” he said.  “Pleasant to see you happy. I like it when you’re happy kitten.”

“It was a Russian lullaby.”

Andrew nodded, thinking back to the diner and didn’t press it, he never pressed her about her family or the day he helped her leave them.  Andrew moved toward the kitchen, mindful of what he was thinking a moment ago and saw that she hadn’t eaten breakfast, but didn’t ask.  She watched his face as he began to make something for lunch and then gestured for her to come sit with him.  Andrew set the meds down on the table, he kept track of those too, he knew they helped manage the anxiety she experienced ever since the  incident at the diner with her family and the hospital stay.  He also knew there was something more to it, but could never quite get it out of her either.

Billie looked at the plate in front of her and the bottles that he had checked before putting the pills next to the plate, he at least ensured that she took those, but couldn’t make her eat.  Billie sighed, staring at the plate and the pills.

“I don’t like them.”

“I know.”

“They make me feel numb.”

“How can I help you?”

“I don’t know.”

Billie continued to stare down at the table, finding herself unable to look at him, until he told her to,

“Look at me.”

Billie looked up, her eyes dilated a notch, expecting him to tell her to go their room, but he wasn’t being playful.  Billie knew the difference between Andrew being assertive and Andrew using his Daddy big voice.  The difference was subtle, but she knew it well enough to understand it.

“You need to face this. I can’t fix it if you won’t let me help you.  I know someone willing to work with you.”

Billie nodded, picking up the pills, slowly swallowing them,

“And you need to eat something, it’s not good if my little one doesn’t eat.”

Billie looked at the slices of turkey with gravy, picked up a few bites and chewed.  Andrew watched her take a few more bites, made sure that she finished eating as he cleaned up after himself and then her.  Her eyes appeared heavy as he kissed her cheek.

“Come on kitten.  I’ll tuck you in baby.”

“Ok.”

“You know Daddy loves you right?”

“I do,” she yawned. “I do know.”

Billie felt him pick her up from the chair, hoisting her into the crook of his arms like a small child off for a nap.  She would sleep for a little while until she metabolized the medication enough to be able to function.  It was something that he didn’t like about the medications himself, but they were effective for her in that she didn’t wind up in a disheveled ball on the floor crying unable to function when the panic attacks would hit her hard.  Some days were better than others.  Billie was very relaxed and asleep by the time he laid her down and kissed her cheek again.  He was going to make some calls.

Cassia may have been an excessively forceful woman in the bedroom, but she was also a professional with contacts.  Billie needed help and the only way to do it was to bring it to her.  She would be upset, she would be angry, but she would be better for it.

When Billie woke from her nap, she heard voices in the other room.  She recognized Cassia’s from the mix and then an unfamiliar voice.  She laid still, yawning, trying to clear the fog from her mind, but she knew that would last a while and that was why she didn’t like the medications when she took them.  It was like she couldn’t feel anything, dead inside, and so she laid there listening for a few moments.

“I can see it before it starts usually.  If I don’t, she just shuts down.  She’s not dealing with it.”

“I warned you Drew.”

Billie heard him sigh, the one that usually meant he was frustrated, but this was also the one that meant he was losing his patience with the conversation.  Billie yawned again,  trying to just wake up enough to gain the momentum to crawl out of the bed, but she laid there dozing off again instead of getting up.

“Let’s not place blame here,” she heard the unfamiliar voice say, it drew her attention.  “I can work with her.  Get the right medications that won’t cause the issues she’s having.  I realize this relationship is unorthodox-“

“Not placing blame here, right doc?”

There was a brief chortle of laughter, Cassia had a distinct laugh, and Billie disliked it instinctively. Then there was silence when Andrew heard her stirring in the other room,

“Excuse me.  She’s probably waking up and won’t likely be in a great mood.”

“Morton,” Billie heard Cassia begin.  “Unorthodox or not, they have a strong bond.  He clearly cares for her and I’ve never seen anything like it myself. Please keep an open mind.”

Billie watched the door open slowly, his familiar shape approach as she pulled the sheets over her head and then the pillow.

“No,” she grumbled. “No.”

“You will get up,” he started to stay.  She heard his voice change, it wasn’t Andrew speaking, not the significant other, but Daddy. “You will get up out of that bed now and put something on.”

“Should I wear my tail?”

Billie knew that was the wrong thing to say, the wrong course of action the moment she spoke the words, but she wasn’t thinking straight and he knew this as well.  The sheets and pillow peeled away and she felt his hot breath on her skin.  His hand was in her hair the other slowly reaching down to her vagina, teasing her awake while he kissed her.

“I will not repeat myself. If I do, you know the consequences.”

Billie nodded, she crawled out of the bed, he was quick to steady her steps and found her one of his t-shirts and a pair of his Harvard sweat pants that barely stayed on even with the ties pulled tight.  She did love to wear his clothes at the strangest of times as she wrapped her arms around him and clung.

“I’m sorry I’m such a freak,” she whispered.  “I’m sorry.”

“Shhhh.  It’s ok, I want you to come meet someone.  Just talk to him.”

Billie shook her head, trying to pull away, trying to resist being exposed to someone she didn’t know,

“I’ll be right there with you if you want.”

Billie nodded, her hands were shaking, afraid, she hated being afraid for no reason.  Dancing, it was just dancing, she hadn’t done that since she was small, since her mother was still alive.  The youngest of 8 children and she scarcely remembered her mother without pictures, but she remembered dancing.  She remembered the lullaby and how it made her feel safe whenever her mother sang it to her.  Dancing and singing, it’s what they did together, and that all changed when she died. It was just a vague memory that had seated itself that morning and she just wanted to remember it.

Billie walked behind Andrew, looking around the room, everywhere but at the table where she knew Cassia was sitting with the stranger.  Andrew felt her hand begin to tremble harder and he slowed his steps, squeezing her hand back to reassure her.

“Doctor Pastore,” he began. “This is Billie.”

Billie kept herself hidden until Andrew nudged her forward and she tentatively waved her hand,

“Hi.”

Billie didn’t think he looked like a doctor, he looked like someone you saw on a street corner selling hotdogs from a cart.  He was casually dressed and so was Cassia; Billie relaxed a little.  Whenever Cassia had one of her nice dresses or suits on, she meant business in more than one way.  Billie just stood there, mute, trying not to look at either of them.

“Would you like to sit down?”

“Not really,” she answered.

“Maybe outside on the terrace?  It’s quite nice outside today.”

Billie looked at Andrew, he nodded his approval, it was a ritual, she always sought approval to speak to other men.  She knew she didn’t have to do it, but it pleased him when she did.  

“Go ahead.”

“Ok,” she told him, still cautiously walking away from Andrew, taking in a deep steady breath.

Cassia tried not to smirk as Billie walked away,

“You let her wear your clothes?  You never let me wear your clothes.”

Andrew half glared at her, trying not to let his former lover get under his skin.  It bothered him when she found a way to get around those carefully built walls.

“Oh come now Drew. I’m only teasing.”

“You always are Cass. You know I don’t like it and you never know when to stop.  I had my reasons reasons then, don’t push it.”

“Oh come now Drew,” she eyed him carefully, leaning closer, he knew everything she did served a purpose. “Morton’s a good one.  He’ll work with her, get her out of that shell.”

“It’s not the shell I’m worried about Cass.  It’s the night terrors and the panic attacks.  You should’ve seen her this morning.  She was dancing, almost content, and singing to herself, some kind of lullaby.  She looked happy, happy like she didn’t need to have me right there with her to function. That family of hers did a real number on her that night.  She didn’t tell me anything about the dancing or the song though, just that it was some kind of lullaby.  I’m out of my depth.”

Cassia nodded thoughtfully, it wasn’t her place to say I told you so at this point.  He watched her sip at the tea he had made and they watched them sitting outside.  Billie had herself scrunched up into a ball on a chair, closed off from Doctor Pastore. Andrew watched her body language change, slowly relax, she was listening.  Andrew could always tell when she wasn’t listening and being petulant about something.

“I told you he’s good.”

“I suppose.”

“You never told me how you two met.”

“Yup.”

“Oh come on Drew.”

“Car broke down a few blocks from her family’s diner.  It was the only place open that time of night in that neighborhood.”

“I see,” Cassia knew partly why he was there, but it was neither here nor there to her for the moment.

“Best damn peach pie I ever had,” he half smiled.  “I saw her. Couldn’t take my eyes off of her, had to know her.”

“And?”

“She’s smart, beautiful, witty, intelligent, and probably one of the hardest working people I have ever met.  Billie used to be strong Cass, but she’s unraveling and I can’t fix that, I don’t know how to fix that and I don’t want to give up on her either.  She’s stubborn, don’t get me wrong,  I saw her knock someone off a stool for touching her while she was working once.  That one time, I saw her, I just knew she was the one, and I took my time getting to know her.  Just didn’t realize her family was a bunch of sociopaths.”

Cassia finished sipping her tea, now thinking,

“What happened that night Drew?”

“Long story short, after the first time I brought her here, she didn’t want to go home.  They pretty much started in on her the moment they realized I wasn’t going away. Her brothers were going to kill me.  Her father, that nice senile old man, seemed so sweet, she fucking doted on that old bastard, took care of him, he was basically going to sell her off to the night cook once they killed me.  I haven’t really looked back.  Still have to deal with the trial, fighting to have the 911 recording submitted be done with it,  it’s a few months out yet before I can even confirm that or not.  I’m not looking forward to it and I dread putting her through it if we have to sit in court room with those fuckers.  I know what they’re going to do to her on the stand. I’ve been that lawyer Cass, I know what they’ll put her through, she wouldn’t make it.  I already have to pry her out of here just to leave this place, she gets wound up or worse, shuts down.  It’s fucked up Cass.  That night at the ER, Detective Odell pushed me out, kept her away from me, and she lost it after I tried to tell the staff it wasn’t a good idea to keep us apart. I blame Odell for this.”

“This would have happened, just not as fast Drew.  Morton will help her process, teach her how to cope, but it’s not going to be an easy fix. I guarantee there’s more to her than what happened that night.  Be patient, you’ll see.”

Andrew glanced over, seeing the tears running down her cheeks and  it took everything in him to not go check on them.

“Stay here, you can’t protect her from everything Superman.”

Andrew almost said something biting,

“I know that look Drew, I know she’s your little kitten, that you adore her, it’s so saccharine it’s sickening to see how whipped you are.  You cannot protect her from everything in the world, I know that’s why you left your firm, that Marina girl you liked-“

“Get out of my head Cass. You don’t ever talk about her to me. Ever.”

“Not in your head Drew. You wear your emotions on your face like your heart on your sleeve.  You could never hide that from me.  You were there when she died and you blame yourself for it because of that case.”

“Leave it alone Cass.”

“Now who’s avoiding trauma?”

Andrew looked away from her, tightening up every muscle trying to hide the tremor in his fists, he walked away into the study.  He was afraid to speak, afraid he would say something he would regret when it wasn’t Cassia’s fault.  He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Billie if he could help it.  Cassia followed, stood behind him expectantly while he poured the scotch from the decanter into a tumbler, filled it to the point of near overflow.  Cassia watched him begin drinking it down like lemonade.  She could see that his pulse was racing by the veins in his neck, she had pressed a very tender button and had manipulative reasons to do so. Andrew hated that she knew him so well and could read his moods.

“I’m not your little boy anymore Cass.”

“I’m sorry that it happened,” she moved closer and he could feel the heat of her skin come closer, her scent filled his nose, and his stomach began to tighten.  “I genuinely am Drew, but you need to face it as well. Billie’s here with you now, but she could leave once she’s able to process things and where you fit into her life Drew.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Andrew turned to look back, saw Billie talking, less huddled into herself than she was a moment ago, and he nodded, accepting this thought.  Cassia watched him sip the rest of the scotch and waited for him to speak again, but he had avoided her gaze for a reason.  Andrew knew that if he looked at her, she would make that immutable tug over him just a little harder to avoid.   He instead continued to drink the expensive scotch,  it felt hot as it went down, smooth as it washed around his mouth and turned his breath into delicious fumes.  Cassia put her hand on top of the decanter when he reached for it again.

“Should I put little boy to bed and bend you over my knee like I used to do?  Or are you going to face your little demons?”

Andrew moved Cassia’s hand out of the way, poured another tumbler full, drinking it down a little faster, and glared at her for a moment,

“I think I’ll drink my $900 scotch.”

Cassia smoldered, moving closer still, the way that used to make him tremble when she called him little boy, called him a sissy and would make him clean up after her when she would bring other men into their bedroom.  She watched his jaw clench with this thought, then relax, a part of him missed that humiliation, missed the way it felt to give someone else the reigns after a day trying to rule over a court room and manipulate people to his will. Andrew’s head began swimming a little, then a little faster, he knew it was a mistake, and Cassia could see his demeanor change, softening, more than a pint of scotch now processing around his body when he finally opened his eyes and looked at her again, staggering toward her.

“I,” he started to say. “I don’t want to-“

“You don’t want to what?”

“I don’t want to do this Cass.”

Cassia eyed him, he could feel her hands come firmly into the belt loops of  his pants, pulling him forward, the glass falling out of his hand awkwardly while trying to not fall over onto her,

“I think your cock says otherwise.  Tell me you miss it little boy.  Tell Mommy you miss it.”

Andrew looked around, staggering away from Cassia, pushing her aside at first, sitting down on his chair to close his eyes.  He muttered the words, unthinkingly.

“I do miss it,” he sighed, not realizing he had let them out of his mouth, trying to focus.  “I miss her.”

He just wanted to be left alone for a moment, to think, but he had uttered the words like an audible at a hockey game inviting a sexual  penalty box when he felt his belt come loose and his hands quickly lashed behind the chair.  Cassia knew how to do this rapidly and the chair was out of sight from the terrace windows in the study.  Andrew groaned, now so intoxicated, that he could barely focus on pulling his hands away.

“Cass,” he muttered quietly, trying to speak clearly, but his mouth felt numb, incapable of uttering anything coherent.  “Cass, knock it off.  I said no.”

Andrew moaned, feeling her mouth on his cock, her teeth scraping along the shaft, the way she used to make him feel insane, her fingers finding their way into his ass.  He let loose a moan that was both pleasure driven and painful while she squeezed his balls like a pair of lemons.  Cassia knew how to bring these sensations to new levels simultaneously as his head rolled back.  His hands gripped for the chair as he jerked and thrust instinctively.

“Oh god, jesus,” he cried. “Stop it.”

Cassia continued, feeling him release, drinking him up, but she liked to make him suffer, knowing he couldn’t move away from her, she took great pleasure in this, watching him try to lurch and grind away from her, the groaning growing louder, more intense until he released a second time.  Andrew had sweat through his undershirt and button up shirt she noticed, marveling. Andrew felt her fingers slowly slide out of his ass and he was panting, trying not to move as his body trembled from the exertion.  The room was spinning as he  slid down from the chair after feeling his hands come free.  Cassia watch him huddle onto the floor, as he suddenly felt ill,

“I didn’t ask you for that.”

“You needed it.”

“No,” he muttered.  “I never asked for this.”

“Oh, you did.  You said the words.”

Cassia watched, seeing his carefully built walls go back up again.

“You’re drunk Drew.”

Andrew nodded, his eyes closed, trying to shake off the spinning in the room,

“Come on little boy, you’re going to go get cleaned up before your beautiful pet starts to worry.”

Cassia helped him up, scratching him several times as she did so, she made a point of this as she walked him toward the bathroom where he stumbled toward the toilet to sit on the floor, then left him to take care of himself.  Cassia knew she had crossed a line, but it needed to be done, and if it drove a wedge between him and that little angel of his, so be it.  Andrew needed to be reminded that control was not everything.  Cassia’s idea of being his therapist was drastically different than her college’s idea. If Morton knew half of her proclivities, that man would likely die from shock.

The terrace door slid open as Cassia came back into the main room, the conversation was quiet, but sounded positive as she heard Billie thank him.  Billie saw where she had come, eyed her suspiciously as she half listened to Dr. Pastore.  Cassia saw her demeanor change and smiled smugly in her general direction, licking her lips as if had just had a feast.

“Now, the question is, would you like to meet here again or at my office?”

Billie half thought about it, she wasn’t really ready to leave on her own and weary of going anywhere in general without Andrew.  She began looking around and didn’t see him, and looked at Cassia staring at her with that impish smile she reserved for her whenever she had something mean to say.

“Where’s Andrew?”

“He’s in the shower dear. Wasn’t feeling well all of the sudden.”

“Oh,” her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, excuse me.  I’ll be right back.”

Billie darted off to their room to check on him, Andrew never got sick, and Cassia had clearly been up to something. Billie found him sitting on the floor, head between his knees next to the toilet.  Her eyes narrowed, his shirt open, seeing the gouges on his sides, bleeding.   Billie wasn’t angry, Cassia was pushy and always had to push him, always seemed to be attempting to assert herself between them or demean her in front of him.  Billie walked away, understanding that the woman had manipulated something to attempt to drive them apart, but it wasn’t going to work.  She returned to the main room, finding Cassia and her colleague waiting on her.  She looked at Dr. Pastore and then Cassia.  She thought about tearing the woman apart, but that would come another time.

“Thank you for coming. I’ll see you out.”

Billie suddenly remembered,

“And can we meet here Dr Pastore?”

“Of course, I’ll contact-“

“I’ll set it up,” Cassia interrupted.

Billie glared at her, eyeing her, it took everything in her to not lunge at her and beat her down with the rolling pin on the countertop.  

“I’ll have Andrew contact you Doctor Pastore.  Thank you for coming.”

Billie saw them out and proceeded to make tea, the kind of tea she knew that Andrew liked and the way he liked it.  She made toast, just plain toast, because that always made her feel better when she didn’t feel good.  Billie slowly walked back to the bathroom, sat down next to him, she had never seen him like this.

“Andrew,” she said quietly, touching his hair, caressing his face until he jerked his head up to look at her.  “Andrew, I made you some tea and some toast.”

Andrew nodded, putting his head back down, she took his hand, feeling that it was clammy in hers, then smelled the alcohol on his breath.  It was that scotch that he occasionally drank, the one that she disliked the way it smelled on his breath because it smelled like smokey camp fires.

“Andrew,” she whispered.

“Uh.”

“Daddy,” she said in her kitteny voice.  “Daddy, can we go to bed?”

“Yeah baby, in a minute.”

“Daddy,” she said quietly. “Daddy, kitten needs cuddles. Come on.”

“Ok baby.”

Billie watched him slump down to the floor onto the tiles and she just snuggled up under him, taking his shirt off the rest of the way, carefully placing it under his head.  The shirt was ruined with blood, but that was ok, it was just a shirt.  Billie found it hard to be angry with him, she knew Cassia was an opportunistic manipulative bitch when she chose to be and she definitely chose to push his buttons. Billie wasn’t sure she wanted to know what caused it, she understood that sometimes there were things that she did that would remind him of someone else; he would become morose and he would drink that scotch.  She sometimes wanted to go pour that scotch down the drain, because it sometimes made him mean when he drank too much of it.  

Billie attempted to work his pants off and thought better of it, those were ruined too it seemed, he had bled through his shirt and onto his pants too.  The bathroom was starting to look like a murder scene and it began make her angry.  Still needing to get him into the shower, she slowly dragged him toward the door after turning on the water lukewarm.  Andrew always took for granted that she was physically stronger than she appeared and it was not the first time she had sobered up drunken men.  Her brothers, she paused and thought about them as she adjusted the water again.  Her brothers were mean drunks, and Andrew was kind to her, she knew and understood the difference.  She adjusted the water again, a little cooler,  lifted him onto the bench, propping him back, and thought about how Andrew did not drink like them, she knew that.  Andrew was not like them, he did not beat her the way they used to beat her.  They left their marks where no one could see them when they came home drunk with father and would go after mother.  Billie’s sister’s left home as soon as they could find a man to trap and she began to wonder if she had done this herself.

Billie closed her eyes, thinking about the first time Andrew had put his hands around her throat, he had done so gently.  She remembered the feeling of panic at first, but he reassured her, always telling her that she didn’t have to do something whenever she appeared apprehensive, but it made her happy to see him smile when she pleased him.  Billie frowned, eyeing the scratches, deep gouges along his ribs, still bleeding, making the water run red and then pink as it ran down the drain. She knew that Cassia had done it, saw the marks on his wrists, the bruises forming on his neck in the shape of her fingers, and became angry.

“I am going to kill her.”

Billie stripped her clothing off, carefully came into the shower, stepping around him, and began to wash him down.  Andrew half helped while she did this, slowly coming around as she had him drink the tea. Andrew pulled her close as he realized what she had done for him, a simple act of forgiveness as he engulfed her with his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry I let her get close.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“No.”

“Come on, it’s my turn to take care of you,” she told him.

Andrew staggered to his feet clumsily and she steadied him, pulling off the soaked clothing, continuing to wash him down before turning off the water, then drying him off gently.  The towel came away red, stained as she dabbed him dry.  She took care of the scratches, they were deep like cuts, and she thought about what she needed to do to close them.  Billie rummaged through the medicine cabinet, spotting the supplies she had bought at the store months ago, because Andrew didn’t seem to know what a bandaid was before she moved in with him.  She found the iodine and tegaderm bandages.  She poured the iodine onto his skin which warranted a yowl like a wounded lion’s paw when he pulled away from her wincing.  Billie knew it burned like hell,

“Don’t growl at me, it’s that or stitches you big baby.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes, wanting to take her by the hair, unaccustomed to his pet speaking to him this way.

“Where did you learn how to-“

“How to treat cuts? Diner.”

Andrew closed his eyes, feeling the bandages pressed onto his skin, she did this for each one, being gentle as she could.  Billie seemed to be enjoying, inflicting the iodine on him while he watched her do it without so much as flinching at the sight of blood or mending the wounds.  Andrew tried to stop the room from spinning, then looked back up at her, seeing her in a new light, she was not weak at all, just lost and trying to put the shell back together.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I know.  I know you are.  Stand up.  Come on.”

Billie laid him down, propping his head up a little, laid down next to him, her head on his chest, hand resting near his navel, it was as far she could reach without moving.  She felt his hand move up her thigh, tracing lightly up her side before he reached down to kiss her cheek.  His breath still reeked of smokey scotch.

“My family came to this country when I was little.  I kinda remember why we left Russia, it wasn’t a nice place to live, but it’s a vague memory.  It’s how we came here that hasn’t left me, it will never leave me alone.  I mean the ship smelled, I just remember the smell, it was awful.  There were a couple other families with us,  I made friends with a girl named Sofia, we played together a lot.  Sofia disappeared one day.”

Andrew squeezed her closer, caressing her back, running his fingers through her hair as he listened.

“One of the crew had raped her and stuffed her into a fish barrel when they were done with her.  My parents were terrified my sisters or I could be next when someone found Sofia.  We were all at the mercy of that ship crew.  The-…. The captain… The captain told my father that if he let him and his crew have my mother, that his crew would leave us alone.  It was all I ever knew about men.  You understand?  Men take what they want, men kill little girls after they rape them, I never dated anyone because that’s all I ever knew.  We never talked about it when we came here, it was like Harry Potter and He Who Shall Not Be Named.  My brothers used to beat me when they drank and Poppa wasn’t much better.  When Momma died, I was alone when Darya married and left. So when my family, my own family tried to do that to me like what happened to Sofia.  I’m afraid, I’m just afraid all the time, I’m tired of being afraid all the time.”

Billie began sobbing and Andrew squeezed her closer, trying to just help soften this, but she laid there shaking in his arms and it sickened him that he couldn’t fix it.  

“My mother was a dancer,” she sobbed.  “She taught me how to dance.  She had a beautiful voice and she used to sing me that lullaby at night.  She sung it every single night we were on that nasty ship.  She sung it to me after my father let that man beat my mother and rape her, let his crew beat and rape her.  They came for her so that I could-…. So that I could be spared, so that my sisters could be spared from them, and my father, my brothers, they were just going to do that to me, give me to Dmitry because they hated you.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you baby.”

Billie took his hand and shoved it down and Andrew obliged, rolling her over onto her back, ready to devour every single inch of her skin.  The little moan that escaped her lips as he bit down on her neck made him hard, but he resisted this, focusing on her.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.  

“Not yet, Daddy has something to do first.”

Kitten purred, feeling his fingers part between her thighs as he spread her legs, she felt the little twitch as he moved them in and out and then the sucking that made her gasp and lift her hips.

“Please,” she begged, gasping.  “Mmmm, please. Please.”

Kitten felt her hips go down as he spread her legs wider, continuing the dance with this tongue that was like poetry on her skin.

“Mmm, please,” she begged. “I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” he responded. “Then I’ll fuck you like a bad little girl.”

Kitten began to gasp, feeling the orgasm rise and then she felt Daddy’s cock slam inside hard, shaking the bed that normally didn’t move when they made this much noise.  She continued to gasp, digging her nails into his back, trying to hang on as she felt the sweat pour off of him.

“More,” she begged. “More, don’t stop.”

Kitten felt him release with a slight cry to sound of the moan in her ear.  She realized that he had tears in his eyes and scooted out from under him, looking at him with concern,

“I should’ve never let her back into my life,” he muttered.  “I should’ve never let her back in, I’m sorry.”

Billie’s eyes narrowed, this was not like him to be so unsure of himself, not like him at all, and she shoved him onto his back, pinned his arms down the way he would do to her.

“You’re my Daddy, my man, mine.  Cassia has no right to you, she doesn’t own you anymore.  The last I checked, she’s the jealous cunt that keeps sniffing around you like a lost broken human being. Cassia-doesn’t-get-to-have-you-ever-again. Ok?”

Andrew tried to smile, his head still swimming and he moved her off his arms with ease.  It was cute that she thought she could hold him as he rolled her over to gain back the upper hand.  Billie giggled as he tickled all the spots that he knew he could reach easily.

“You’re right,” he breathed into her ear.  “You belong to Daddy and kittens should never call Daddy a big baby.”

She giggled some more, feeling his touch become sensual, slowly beginning to tease again as he rolled her over.  He wanted her to cum for him, again and again, because his body hurt after what happened in the study and he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“Be a good girl, cum for Daddy.”

“Yes,” she breathed softly. “I will for you.”

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Kitteny Dreams Chapter 10

When you feel so tired and you just can’t sleep…- unknown

Something felt good, very good as kitten half woke from sleep. Her eyes were still closed as she realized she was going to cum. She slowly her lifted her hips as slight moans escaped her mouth.  She had been groaning and murmuring into her pillow for a while before waking.  It felt divine to wake up this way. She could feel herself dripping down her thighs, the sensation was almost icy as the wetness was all over beneath her.  Then she felt his wet tongue and knew he had been playing with her while she slept.

Kitten’s moans increased and she began to grind her hips up against his mouth. Fully awake, but eyes still closed. She gasped as his fingers pushed into her incredibly tight vagina.  His breathing was steady but he was muttering something she couldn’t understand.  She could hear the wetness as he fingered her and tongued her clit.

Minutes passed and she felt like she was going to explode, he knew how to draw it out to make her want to scream. He listened, her breathing erratic and her body unable to keep still. The tongue disappeared before the finger and she was about to cry out in disappointment, when she felt the tip of his cock against her. Kitten’s legs parted more and he pushed forward. Slowly entering her, stretching her, holding her down. Her eyes finally half opened to look into his as he kept trying to push all of himself into her. They fluttered closed with a loud moan after seeing the look of pure pleasure on his face, these were moments she treasured.

“I’m going to cum,” she uttered over and over as he continued to thrust into her tightness until she became utterly incoherent with an indescribable bliss, his hand squeezing her neck and tightening until she quieted, then releasing.

He felt her vagina clamp down hard, over and over, her body beginning to shake uncontrollably. He whispered words that she barely heard as his hand squeezed her throat again. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to cum again and again. His ragged breathing and gasps caught her attention; her eyes opened again. She watched his face behind the fog of passion that had possessed him that morning.

Kitten felt the first spasm and he groaned loudly, tightening his grip upon her as he came inside her. A noise that sounded half way between a whimper and a growl reached her ears, before his thrusts slammed her back down and she realized, finally realized what he was whispering, over and over.

“Mine. Mine. You’re mine…”

She began to cum again she looked up at him through her tears. He groaned again, collapsing upon her,  his hand leaving her neck, fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still for his kisses, his arms wrapping around her as she closed her eyes again, still feeling his cock inside her.

“I’m keeping you.  You’re mine.”

“I know,” she responded, smiling realizing it was the middle of the night and she began to grind against him, wanting more.  “I’m yours.”

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Little Pet Chapter 11

Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.- unknown 

“Eyes up little pet. We have guests coming tonight.”

Kitten looked up, wide eyed, nervous.  Daddy hadn’t mentioned guests coming over.  Kitten’s heart skipped a little as he ran a finger under her chin and pressed his thumb over her lips in the way that reassured her.  Daddy adjusted her collar and hair, gazed upon her with that smile that always made her want to giggle just a little before she went all gooey and melted.  Daddy pulled her close to his chest and she toyed with the buttons on his shirt, one by one with her fingers, the other touching the trimmed beard that he had recently grown back.  It tickled in the most ticklish of places and she knew he enjoyed tormenting his kitten in new ways.

Kitten did not speak initially, thinking about this, she rarely ever spoke lately unless asked a direct question. She knew when to be raucous and loud, but this was not the occasion.  Daddy was a quiet man most days and he liked things quiet, unless he wanted her to be loud with her moaning, begging, and screaming for him.  Daddy spent a lot of time teaching kitten many things, how to listen, how to kneel, how to wait, to be still, how to obey, and when to please him most.  The latter, she was beginning to guess was one of those moments and she trembled a moment as Daddy made the pleased growl in her ear and lifted her like a little doll.

“Let’s go play.  Shall we little pet?”

“Yes Daddy.”

Daddy sighed as she continued at the buttons, then reaching down to his belt, she knew that came next; the belt always came next.  Where Daddy put or used the belt was always to be determined.  It came freely from the loops, allowing his pants to drop around his ankles.  She folded his clothes, the way he liked, setting them aside just so.  Kitten went down to Daddy’s cock as he shaped the belt, snaring her hands behind her, one by one.  Kitten demurred as Daddy took her hair in his hand and made her stand up and turn around to bend over his leather chair.  This always forced kitten onto her toes to reach whenever he sat down to relax, it was a tall chair.  If kitten ever failed to reach his expectations, he would swat her with the loose end of the belt.  Kitten was good at staying on her toes.  

Daddy left kitten bent over the chair for just long enough, long enough for kitten to think, thinking was sometimes dangerous for kitten.  Thinking usually got kitten into trouble, especially when she misbehaved, but-there-were-guests-coming-over. Kitten felt Daddy’s hands squeeze her shoulders, they felt warm and strong, hands that both rewarded and punished. Right then, they felt rewarding and inviting as they were warm and soft, but she was still thinking.

“Daddy,” she said in her littlest voice.

Daddy sighed, leaning down to kitten’s ear, breathing hotly on her neck, biting at the nape,

“Yes my little pet?”

Kitten could feel the belt shift ready to tighten and swat,

“Daddy, are the guests coming to play?”

Kitten felt a belly laugh as her bottom lip began to pout.  Daddy tightened his grip in her hair, let loose a swat on each cheek and then another volley,

“Back on your toes kitten. Daddy is only going to be teaching someone else’s pet how to obey.”

Kitten’s eyes widened again, this time because she had never seen someone else’s pet have to learn from Daddy.

“Daddy,” she said again in her littlest voice.

Daddy stuffed his fingers into kitten’s mouth, this time, holding them there, toying with her piercing between his fingers so that she could contemplate what she really wanted to say, but she already knew.

“Fix your lip little one. This pouting is not very becoming, now is it?”

Kitten nodded no as he swatted her again, twice on each cheek, just right to make it smart and redden her cheeks as she squealed.  Kitten closed her mouth around his fingers, suckling them, showing how she would please him if given opportunity, until he pulled them away.

“What is it now?”

“Do they have to call you Daddy too?”

“No,” he growled.  “No more questions.”

Daddy put his hand over her mouth to turn her head away, trying not to laugh out loud again as he abruptly moved her over onto the bed from behind.  Clearly playing was going to be different this night.  Kitten did so adore her Daddy, wanted to please him, the sound of guests had clearly rattled her slightly, she was not herself with all these questions.

“On your knees.”

Kitten did as bidden, scrunching up slowly as the belt was still binding at her wrists.  Daddy undid the belt unexpectedly and lifted his little pet up to where he wanted her to be positioned away from the chair.  Kitten remained still while Daddy debated on what to do next.  Kitten knew that Daddy could be mean and punish her for speaking, he could punish her for not remaining upon her toes the way he liked, so she remained waiting, focusing on what he would want.  It was so still and quiet in the room that she jumped when he finally spoke again.

“It will please me,” he began softly.  “If you cum just for Daddy.”

Kitten felt his hands begin to play with her clit, his fingers slide in and out of her vagina that was wet only for his touch.  Kitten mewled almost unintelligibly, but Daddy knew how her body reacted when she was close to climaxing for him.  That little tremble in her thighs, the twitching inside, the slight tremor that would build as her breath would quicken perceptibly until the tiny moan would escape her lips.

“Tell me what you want my pet.”

“I want Daddy to make me cum!”

“Manners my pet.”

“Please make me cum Daddy.”

Daddy slowed down, reaching forward to suckle on her nipples, kitten moaned quietly as he pulled her closer to keep her from scooting away as she was wont to do so from time to time.  Kitten writhed beneath him, reaching for his cock with her nimble little hands, but he was waiting until she couldn’t stop twitching like a little rabbit underneath his arms.  

Kitten squealed as Daddy filled her from behind, thrusting while she continued to twitch and moan. Daddy growled into her ear, breathing hotly on her skin as he squeezed her neck, watching her eyes glass over while she smiled with ecstasy.  Kitten quieted as Daddy spoke,

“Tell me where you want me to cum.”

“Fill me,” she screamed. “Fill me!”

Kitten felt his seed run down her thighs as his thrusts slowed down.  Daddy pulled Kitten from her knees and gently lifted her up into his arms.  Kitten was wide eyed, this was unusual, and she knew this was unusual as Daddy smiled upon his little pet.  Daddy pressed his nose against hers, as she often did affectionately while cuddling,

“Let’s get my little pet a nice little bubble bath.  When Kitten is done, she can get-“

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles, would be acceptable.”

Kitten giggled.

Dinner Out Chapter 12

you are a perfect balance of heaven and hell, a purgatory of passion and pain- Jessica Katoff

Kitten nibbled at her salad while Daddy’s friends were chatting and drinking their wine.  Kitten didn’t care for the wine, it tasted bitter and dry on her tongue, and she preferred the sweeter from home.  Kitten eyed the cherry tomato on her plate, ready to poke at it with a frustrated stab out of shear boredom before she felt Daddy’s hand squeeze her thigh under the cover of the table cloth and slide up between her legs playfully.  Kitten looked up, realizing that someone had spoken to her and his fingers were sliding into her wetness; making her feel especially warm and distracted.

“Billie, what is it you do again?”

Kitten glanced nervously around the table, trying to remember what to say, Daddy’s fingers were feeling very good indeed.

“Oh, ummm, I-“

“Billie’s a bookkeeper.”

Kitten nodded, trying to concentrate on her salad, hopefully people would stop talking to her, but Daddy’s hand was slipping up her into her vagina and it was distracting.  Daddy watched his pet carefully, as it was already difficult to get her out for the evening, and she was entirely too nervous, plying her with the wine was helpful.  Primarily, she felt that she would shame him somehow, some Little Moscow girl that he picked up from a diner didn’t quite measure up to lawyers. Daddy reassured her several times, that if she could sit and read Proust, Nietzsche, and  Pushkin for hours on end in his study, then successfully debate Edgar Allen Poe over dinner with him; she could hold her own with a table full of his former colleagues.  Kitten wasn’t focused on that though, she was out of her element, fancy dinner, fancy clothes, fancy people, it was all too fancy.  

The waiter popped a cork at the next table and she jumped, almost shoving the plate into Daddy’s lap. Kitten started to feel as if everyone was staring at her so she grabbed the glass of wine and started to chug it. It had been a very long time since they had gone out; it was overwhelming.  She thought she could do this, and the more she thought about it, the more overwhelming it became.

“Excuse me,” she said, a little louder than she intended.

“What’s going on with Billie,” she heard someone ask.

“Billie’s a little shy that’s all, a touch of anxiety,” Andrew explained.  “I’ll go check on her.”

“Oh, well, I could go check on her in the bathroom if you’d like Andy.”

“I’ve got this, thanks though.”

Kitten was curled up in one of the lobby chairs, not caring for the all the socializing and laughter, her eyes were closed tightly, trying to shut everything out.  She rocked in the chair, trying to take steady breaths in and out, rubbing her fingers and thumbs together attempting to just recenter herself, but everything felt wrong around her.  The clothes itched and yet she felt naked.  The necklace, although shiny and beautiful, was not her pretty leather collar that he had made for her, the one that felt snug and reassuring. The shoes, although pretty, felt like lead weights, because she wanted be barefoot and feel the marble floor under feet rather than clop on it like a pony in noisy heels.  Kitten counted about a hundred things she hated and had done wrong before soup, which was brown and not very good, it wasn’t his cooking, his cooking was wonderful and everything else was awful.  Kitten felt his familiar strong hand clasp her shoulder gently as the other hand drew her chin up,

“Eyes up now little one.”

“I’m s-“

“Don’t apologize, just come back to dinner,” Daddy was not glowering.  Daddy held his hand under her chin gently, touching his thumb to her lips softly, reassuringly as he tried to be encouraging.  “They just want to get to know you.  Take my hand, it’ll be fine.  You can do this.”

Kitten giggled as he swatted her hind,

“Like a rabbit. Hop-hop my pet.”

Kitten sat down in her chair again, still feeling the sting on her cheek, smiling when she noticed the salad was gone and that it meant something not green was going to be coming soon.  However, the wine had been refilled, and she tried not think about the dry bitter taste. Daddy’s hand was back up her thigh, then between her legs and making her wet.  Kitten knew not to squirm.

“Andy, how are things going at the new office?”

Kitten didn’t like small talk, didn’t like watching Daddy suffer through the small talk.  Daddy didn’t like to be called Andy either, his name was Andrew, and his fingers were being magical between her thighs as she attempted to not chew on her bottom lip nervously or fidget with the napkin.  Instead, her fingers found the stem of the wine glass and slowly started to stroke it at the base.  Daddy noticed this, but didn’t stop her fidgeting.  This, he used as a way to allow her to set the pace of his fingers, to let his pet know that he had noticed as he quietly stroked at her wetness. Kitten smiled, rolling little circles around the base, taking in the tingling sensation.

“Compared to the firm,” he began, quickening his fingers, no longer focusing on her pace for a moment. “It’s all contract law in a quiet home office.  Can’t really beat it. I prefer it.  It gets a little time consuming sometimes.”

“I’m sure after what happened, it makes sense, no more risks to-“

“Yeah, it’s been a great change of pace for me.”

Kitten didn’t like the blonde, the one asking all the questions, making all the comments, and making eyes at Daddy.  No one else seemed to notice this, but kitten noticed this and didn’t like it.  She also noticed the way he interrupted her and changed the subject, but his hand was making it difficult to pay attention to everything.  The blonde continued to prattle on and on, when the main course finally came to the table.

“Billie are you feeling ok? You look a little flush.”

Kitten tried not to giggle as she took a drink of the wine and nodded vigorously, she was afraid to speak without moaning, she had to concentrate before Daddy stopped what he was doing under the table, he recognized that perhaps the wine might be going to her head.

“Yes,” she answered simply, now realizing that the main course was not what she was hoping for and stared at it for a moment.  This was not how Daddy cooked.  The food was way too fancy, the wine was terrible, there were too many forks, the bread was too crunchy, she felt herself fidget uncomfortably looking around the table.  Kitten watched for the fork that Daddy picked up, she matched it, and she could imitate liking this charade of a meal.  Small nibbles and listening, she could listen now, maybe even without stabbing the blonde with the fork if she didn’t quit flirting soon.        

“Billie,” someone else said her name and she looked up from chewing and slowly swallowed the piece of dry chicken in her mouth.  She never spoke to other men, especially without permission, and this man was looking at her.  Not the way Daddy would look at her, but just looking at her.  “Do you like being a bookkeeper?”

The wine glass was within reach, but she thought better of it, she looked at her fork and contemplated taking another bite and not answering, but she knew that would be rude too. Instead, she wiped her mouth with the napkin and took a deep breath, thinking about books and libraries, the study at home had books, she liked reading them, but what she loved about the study most of all was when Daddy was sitting in his chair reading and she was curled up at his feet.

“Yes, I do.  It’s not as fascinating as what you do, but I like it.”

The blonde looked at her and Billie wanted to roll her eyes, because she talked incessantly throughout the meal,

“Is Billie short for something?  Your name I mean.”

Kitten thought about this, took a deep breath, she could explain this, it would be easy to do. She thought about it for about fifteen seconds,

“It’s short for Liliyanna.”

The way she said sounded roughly pronounced, the way her parents or siblings would have pronounced it, which sounded far more foreign to a non-Russian speaking tongue.  The blonde nodded and smiled,

“Oh wow, that’s beautiful, is it Polish?”

“Russian, my friends in school couldn’t pronounce it correctly, so they just started calling me Billie.  It stuck.”

Kitten yawned, five glasses of wine and she was ready for a nap when Daddy had the glass filled again. The banter went back and forth, the questions were now about her and where she was from and she tried not to yawn too much, dessert came and went, and all kitten wanted to do was go home. Kitten sat very-very still as the last friend of Daddy’s departed the table and said good night.  Kitten was very much aware that she had Daddy’s undivided attention as he stood up, towering over her, and then gently pulled the chair out for her.

“Let’s go home little one.”

“Ok,” she giggled.

The car was waiting for them outside, there was a special car tonight with a driver, because Daddy said tonight was a special night.  Kitten feared she had ruined it, but she was teetering on her feet, too giddy to worry about grumpy Daddy’s or-

“Get in,” he told her in the low growly voice that she called his big voice when he was displeased and she suddenly cared.

“Yes Daddy.”

Kitten climbed in and knelt down on her knees obediently, anticipating he would want this.  Daddy climbed in and sat on the seat eyeing his little pet.

“Come here and sit on my lap.”

Kitten did not look up or make eye contact as she did so.  Whenever Daddy used his big voice, she had learned to close her mouth and not make eye contact until bidden to do so.  Daddy pulled her forward, nuzzling along her neck, kissing and biting as he spoke, all the while his hands were back inside her vagina teasing and playing.

“Who belongs to Daddy?”

“I do,” she answered in her small voice, feeling the intense pleasure rise.

“And who obeys Daddy?”

“I do,” she said, a little louder.  “I belong to Daddy.”

Daddy unzipped the back of her dress and pulled the shoulders down to reveal the perky little breasts that he enjoyed devouring.  Daddy lifted kitten’s skirt and thrust his fingers deeper into her wet vagina, her face was flush from the wine.

“Who likes to cum only for Daddy?”

“I do,” she moaned. “I do Daddy.”

Kitten arched back, wrapping her legs around Daddy’s waist to pull him closer and he delighted in this cue.   She undid his belt, now seeking his approval as he gestured for her to move forward. Kitten proceeded to take his hard cock into her vagina, slowly rocking, pivoting her hips in circles so that a constant pressure and motion enveloped the hardness.  Daddy pulled her hair hard, arching her back further, devouring her breasts with suckles and bites that made kitten yip and buck in his lap. The tiny moans began which drove him mad, he hadn’t finished at the table, there were too many interruptions, but he was going to finish here.

Kitten felt his cock swell inside and she concentrated on remaining slow, tight, and rhythmical in such a way that made him growl and moan. Daddy shook beneath her as she felt his seed release, but she continued until he pinned her onto the floor of the limo and began to breathe hotly on her skin. Daddy held her still,  using his tongue and fingers to make kitten purr and writhe beneath him until she squealed and bucked several times with exhaustion and smiles.

Kitten remained still in Daddy’s arms, the scent of sex, sweat, and the soft cologne he wore was soothing as he stroked her hair behind her ear.

“You were a good girl tonight my little pet.  You needn’t worry about-“

“The blonde?”

Daddy laughed, squeezing his kitten closer, smiling with his eyes,

“Definitely not the blonde. They don’t live like us and only you belong to me. They wouldn’t understand.”

Kitten nodded as Daddy wrapped his coat around her. They were home, where they could go to the study and she could lay at his feet adoringly and drink sweet wine.  

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There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.- F. Scott Fitzgerald

  “Andrew,” Billie said quietly.  

Andrew rolled over, half awake, blinking at the clock.  It had only been a few minutes since he had rolled over and almost instantly fallen asleep.  He felt her hand on his shoulder, almost shaking as he clasped it into his.  The sleepiness was gone as he reached over to pull her closer to him.

“Yeah baby?”

“Who’s Marina?”

Billie could feel his body tense up, become almost rigid as he took in a slow breath and squeezed her closer still.

“Where did you hear that name?”

“Mary Anne, the blonde you told me not to worry about at dinner tonight.  She started to say something about someone named Marina and you cut her off like she said something wrong.  You always tell me not to interrupt people when they’re speaking because it’s rude and you especially don’t like it, but you interrupted her.  I know that look you get when something’s bothering you.  You get that look when you drink that scotch in the study, it makes you mean Andrew.”

Andrew ran his fingers through her hair, his breathing slowed as he continued to do this for a few moments.  Billie waited for him to speak, she could do that, be patient while he laid there next to her trying not to come unglued.  It pained him to think of Marina, she haunted him, and there were times that he wished he could just forget her.

“Mary Anne has a big mouth.”

“And you’re avoiding the answer.”

“Marina was murdered, she was killed because of a case my firm was working on Billie.  She was killed because I wouldn’t help throw the case.  I started seeing her a little while after I finally purged Cassia from my life.  She was a sweet kid, just a first year intern at our firm trying to work her way through law school.  Marina stayed late to help me work on a closing summary and some last minute filings. She said she was afraid to walk to the subway that late at night, so I offered to take her home to make sure she got there ok.  I’m a man of my word, right?  Principles, gotta have those.”

“I’m listening.”

“Mary Anne has a big mouth.”

Billie felt his hands go back to her hair as he took a ragged breath,

“She was a sweet kid Billie, she didn’t deserve it, she didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

“What happened?”

“You’re so smart like her, smarter sometimes, sometimes you do things that remind me of her and that just kills me kitten, because all I can think of was how I couldn’t stop them from killing her.  I don’t think I can go through that again kitten.”

“Marina was your girlfriend?”

“Not like you, not like us baby, she was just this sweet kid that liked to hang out at my old place, go to the movies, kiss and cuddle.  It was the weirdest fucking relationship I ever had but I was ok with that, especially after Cassia.”

Billie tried not to laugh, she was trying to be serious, but she couldn’t help it,

“After her, I always want cuddles.”

Andrew began to tickle her then, pinning her down and tormenting her relentlessly,

“You laugh, but it’s fucking true.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.”

Andrew breathed into her hair, squeezing her close,

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever been cruel or mean to you sweets.”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose.  It’s only when you drink that nasty smelling scotch.  I like you better with wine.”

Andrew kissed her deeply,

“I like you better with me in you.”

Billie smiled, feeling him begin to grind on her hips, the slow process of making everything feel alight as she closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you more.”

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Kitten’s Masquerade Chapter 13

“You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.” -Amie Kaufman

It was a fancy party, it was all that kitten knew about it.  Daddy informed her that there would be other people like them at this party and that she was to call him Sir at this particular party.  It was going to be a masquerade ball, with masks and pretty clothes, kitten was excited. In her imagination, she envisioned it like Phantom of the Opera, but there was no true gauge in which to imagine this kind of party.

Daddy dressed kitten, prepared her, what she would have on underneath the dress; right down to the make-up and how it would be applied. Kitten’s lips were ruby red, the kind of lipstick that didn’t come off once it was on, the gloss was shiny and made her lips appear plumper than they actually were.  Daddy marveled at how beautiful his little pet appeared.  These were all trappings as far as he was concerned, she was beautiful without these things and more.

“My little pet,” he spoke softly as he placed the collar around her neck with the lock upon it that indicated she was not available without express permission, she was owned.  “You are a beauty.”

Kitten beamed brightly as Daddy kissed her forehead, remembering not to bite at her bottom lip as he spread her legs apart to feel her wetness with his fingers.  Kitten closed her eyes, leaning into him, breathing softly with a smile, feeling the warmth rise in her belly as he continued for a moment.

“Bend over.”

Kitten did as bidden, he slowly worked the plug into her hind, the one with jewel that he liked to have inside her while they were out in public. Daddy continued playing in the wetness, the little come hither gesture inside her vagina while his ring finger slid over her clit until she moaned little.  Daddy continued, tapping the jewel until she came up on her toes and mewled, gasping.

“You’re going to cum for me before we leave.”

Kitten nodded, unable to speak as she continued to gasp, Daddy continued until she nearly buckled at the knees trying to stay on her toes,

“Yes Sir.”

Daddy smiled, towering over his pet, despite the heels, she was still diminutive under his height as he lifted her up and kissed her forehead again.

“Good girl.”

Kitten smiled, the one that told him she was eager to please and obey, and that was good enough.

“Go get your coat.”

The masquerade , much to kitten’s surprise and dismay, was not quite a party, not the way she envisioned it anyway.  The music was loud, there were lights strobing everywhere, making it difficult to discern faces, shadows and the like.  Daddy had already put his mask on, but she could still see the look on his face, the very strength he exuded whenever he spoke.  Kitten saw him gesture to her, telling her to stay at his side, the gesture that told her not to speak unless spoken to by someone else with a mask on.

“The people in masks,” he explained before walking inside the doors. “Are much like me.  They do not know you like I do.  You listen to me.  You obey me.  You will not act the brat.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Eyes up, chin up little one.”

“Yes Sir.”

“If someone tells you to do something.  You listen to them.”

“Bu-“

Sir gave her the look, the one look, that one that said the hardest lessons she had ever learned with him would pale in comparison if she embarrassed him tonight, but he would also protect her if someone meant to harm her. Kitten knew this in her very core, he had nearly given his life once for her, she never forgot that, and nodded stoically.

“Yes Sir.”

“Chin up. Eyes only on me and stay with me.  Don’t stare.”

“Yes Sir.”

Kitten took in the sights and smells of the grand room, but only what was in front of her if she could help it.  She had never seen so many people before and never so many in fancy clothes;  especially in masks.  Kitten felt someone caress her breasts while she was looking in one direction and then felt Sir tugging her in another.  Kitten was almost startled until she saw the woman was familiar, the familiar shape of her body as she looked behind her.  Sir smiled, seeing her surprise, continued to lead her through the crowd. All the masks, they eyed his pet with envy, and Sir was fine with this.  They could envy what he had, he knew what he had, and kitten knew this too.

Kitten began to feel self-conscious, but she focused on him, his tallness to her smallness, his strength and energy that always gave her what she needed to push forward and she took a more confident step toward him, but not too confident.  Bodies jostled into her and she was careful not to react or say anything, careful to watch him and not look around too, small glances if any, but she never looked away from him.  Although most were dressed, she could see this in her periphery, some were not and the ones that were not were on leashes and this shocked her the first time she noticed them.

Kitten stopped walking when told to stop, she stood perfectly still, and she waited and listened. Sir, she had to remember to call him that, and she waited patiently as expected while he spoke with someone.  Kitten smiled whenever Sir gestured toward her, she could see that he was proud of her without him saying as much.  The room became a little less disconcerting while she stood there, feeling the energy of everyone around her, these people were like them, and this felt less lonely to her.    

Kitten caught the familiar shape approaching from the corner of her eye, but did not move.  She knew exactly what Sir expected, did not want to get that look from him, nor did she want to receive any lessons after the party… Or during the party, nothing would stop him from doing that here, or letting someone else do it either.  Once that thought occurred to her, it became disconcerting and distracting.  This place, these people were suddenly less appealing while she thought about this.

Cassia sidled up to kitten, she knew it was her, she knew her shape, size, all of Cassia’s particulars, because Cassia used to come and play with Sir and she expected kitten to refer to her as Mistress when they used to play. The word sometimes felt like acid in her stomach whenever she had to say it out loud to Cassia.  Mistress Cassia, was always quick to punish and harsh when she did.  Kitten froze, all she really desired to do was claw her eyes out after the last time she had been in their home, that woman was vile as far as kitten was concerned.  Kitten wanted to latch onto Sir, warn him, but she knew better, this was not the place to act the child either.

Cassia had her pet with her, the she sometimes called him by his name, Lucius, but mostly she just called him mean names and referred to him as her puppy or a sissy boy. Kitten assumed that maybe she called him a puppy because he had puppy dog eyes, dark brown, even a little sad. Kitten decided she really didn’t need to know why Cassia did whatever it was she did, as long as she wasn’t doing it to her ever again. Lucius didn’t even have clothes on, well, he had a thong on, it barely held in his cock she noticed.  Kitten saw that his cheeks were already red from a whip. Kitten shivered, she was familiar with Cassia’s crop whip and how strict she could be during play time, she empathized.

The champaign bottles began popping all around them and kitten jumped at the sudden burst of noise.  This place was certainly not home, it was loud, becoming unpredictable, and she looked to Sir for guidance in all things.  Lucius flinched as kitten saw the whip come across the small of his back and she tried not to stare with dismay, but she was sympathetic.  That very same whip had been on her backside before and knew all too well how much it could hurt.  Kitten was also exceptionally sensitive to others suffering and wanted to snatch the whip away from Cassia, she was a bit of a sadist, Sir had the scars to show for it on his throat; most recently his ribs.

“It seems your little pet has forgotten how to obey,” she heard Cassia laugh, pointing out his little pet’s indiscretion.  

Kitten then felt Sir pull very hard on the leash, she had not been paying attention and was now getting the look she was dreading, she shouldn’t have been staring.  Kitten felt the sting of the collar as Sir pulled her up close, glaring down at her. She could also tell that he was just as displeased at seeing her there as she was.  Kitten could feel the bulge inside the fine fabric of his tux pants against her belly as she inhaled sharply.  The cuffs on her wrists and ankles matched her dress, they had a purpose and she knew they were going to be used as Sir produced a set of trigger snaps to hook the dee rings on her cuffs.

“You will walk with your eyes down.  You will not speak.”

“Yes Sir.”

Kitten was now bound from behind and lead around for all to see on the leash.  This went on for a time, her face was red, embarrassed as the Masks in the room were allowed to touch kitten, caress and feel how wet she was with the ben wa balls that she was also concentrating on maintaining inside her vagina with the jewel still in her ass.  Kitten’s face was reddened more, almost shamed, but she knew this pleased Sir, that she was obeying without complaint.  Sir released her hands, pulled her hair back to gaze into her eyes, the slight grin could be seen at the corner of his mouth as he devoured her throat with the most tender of nuzzles and kisses until he moved to her shoulder and bit down breathing hotly at the nape.  Kitten sighed quietly, letting him know she understood her mistake, she would try harder.

Sir took her by the hand, the leash still clutched in between his fingers, they weren’t quite across the room where there were places to sit and apparently lounge.  Kitten noticed the various doors, all of them were closed, except for one.  She noticed Sir looking at his phone, saw the text flash across the screen, all caps: IT’S TIME.  Kitten couldn’t tell who it was from, but Sir quickened his pace toward the open door.  Kitten realized as they continued slicing through the crowded room, Sir was taking her to that open door and her heart began to race.

There was a well dressed couple in the room waiting for them when Sir closed the door and all of the din from outside was silenced.  Kitten focused on being still until she saw Sir’s hand sign for her to kneel on all fours and put her head down.  Kitten obeyed.  She heard him sit down, saw his shoes resting on the floor.

“She’s exquisite, wherever did you find this little one?”

It was the woman speaking as kitten felt her soft hands wander up her bare thighs and up the split on her dress.  The man also knelt down to lift her chin and gaze upon her face with the kind of eager hunger that startled kitten, but she only demurred, as if she wanted him to do this to her.  This is what Sir wanted or they would not be in this room.  She thought back to the first time Cassia had come to play and how awful she was to her, especially in the shower.

“She certainly is a beauty,” she vaguely heard the man respond.

Sir gestured for kitten to come to him and she crawled forward.   Kitten proceeded to undue his belt and open his pants and went to work on his cock vigorously as she kept eye contact with him; watching his face relax, the corners of his mouth curl with a slight smile.  Kitten lost herself in this, wanted to only do this for him, she tried not think about the other two in the room.  Kitten could hear them discussing how they would teach their kept pet to be like her.

Kitten continued what she was doing, only wanting to feel the swelling of his cock in her throat as she went deeper and felt his hands shove her face down harder.  Kitten only heard the uttered growl come from his throat as he thrust up into her mouth harder.  Kitten drank him up without missing a drop.  Sir pat her on the head, caressing her chin as she smiled, remaining on her knees. Sir then pointed to the couple and she nodded, she would please them too.  She hoped they would be kind.

“Come here child.  You will call me Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress,” she responded in her small voice.

Mistress took kitten by the leash and stood her up firmly but gently, eyeing her up and down.  Kitten felt her hands gently slide up between her thighs which made her belly tingle as her man approached from the other side to do the same.  Mistress slowly unzipped the dress and tugged it away.

“Chin up,” the man told her as he slowly ran his tongue up her skin ran his fingers over her pert nipples.  “That’s a good girl.  You will call me Master.”

“Yes Master,” her voice was smaller still as she nodded.

Master lifted her arms and pushed her back onto the black satin covered bed.  It was soft and slippery, making it easy to slide her right up to the riggings and attach the snap rings to her cuffs, stretching her arms wide apart.  Mistress did the same to her ankles, spreading her legs wide and secure.  Kitten felt her eyes widen as she took in a deep breath, telling herself that Sir was in the room, she was safe, and he would protect her.  Kitten then felt Mistress tentatively played with kitten’s clit, running her tongue wide and then sucking hard to elicit a hard jolt of pleasure up her spine; kitten sighed.  

Kitten gasped as Master clamped her nipples and flicked them painfully at first and then covered her eyes with pitch black.  Kitten did not like this loss of control, but remained calm, feeling Sir’s presence as reassurance in the room.  Master and Mistress’s hands did many things, touching every inch of her flesh, nothing was unexplored upon her porcelain skin that felt both pleasurable and painful.  They were not Sir’s lashes or touches, she really wanted his instead, but she pushed herself while Sir watched with careful interest.

“Your little pet is quite reactive,” Mistress marveled as she elicited a slight moan from kitten, rubbing her clit vigorously.

“If you tell her not to,” she could hear Sir say.  “She won’t.”

Master placed his cock in her mouth, he had enjoyed this while his partner made Kitten tremble beneath him.  This little one seemed to work harder and fiercely when brought close to climaxing and they, as a pair delighted in this more than once.  

Kitten felt Mistress place her breast against her cheek, it was soft and warm.  Kitten turned her head, expectantly, felt her the nipple fall into her mouth.  Kitten tongued it playfully, she remembered how she liked it, tried for this as she felt Mistress slide her thighs near her hand that was bound.  Kitten reached, feeling the wetness on her fingers, sliding inside slightly, awkwardly at first, until she heard Mistress make a pleased sound.  Kitten remained steady, attempting to maintain the rhythm of movement, while she couldn’t manipulate beyond the allowance of the cuffs.

The two of them worked to distract to her, she couldn’t focus on her nipple or vagina while he tapped at the plug and then fished out the ben was balls. She had come twice by this time, attempting to do what Mistress had presented to her, bring her off with such difficult odds.  Sir had already discussed that she was unaccustomed to women, but she would try if taught with patience.  Mistress loosened the binds, allowed kitten to move, guiding her mouth and tongue.

“This way child.”

Kitten was tentative at first, opening her mouth, she only remembered Cassia being cruel to her and Sir never allowed her to do it again. Mistress however, made a very pleased sound, and kitten used her hands the way Sir would use them, although not nearly as well.  Well enough as she felt Mistress begin to grind on her face and Master then began to work on her clit rather vigorously  again while she worked to please Mistress. Kitten murmured at first, trembling as she felt Mistress squeeze her face with her thighs and then become rather wet.  

“Don’t stop.  I didn’t say stop.”

Kitten continued, her fingers sliding in and out and she felt herself begin to climax and Master pushing her hips down harshly.  Kitten couldn’t move her legs to jerk away from him as he continued to tap the plug and suck hard.  Mistress reached to play with her nipples and kitten mewled, trying to continue as bidden until she couldn’t breathe.  Mistress came again and tightened kitten’s hands away once more.  They joined together, making kitten want to beg as she laid there shaking without release.

Sir watched his little pet begin to pant heavily, buck and tremble against the binds, he watched carefully after the third time she had cum for them and continued not to beg.  The pleasure mixed with pain began mingling after they made her climax a fourth time. Sir knew this was her limit, kitten craved his touch; the one that knew how to bring the pleasure from too much, because she would do it for him.  Kitten heard a familiar sound, one that told her that Sir had made it known they needed to be done.

Mistress and Master, that was all she knew of them, had opened the door, concluding their playtime.  Kitten could feel the shift of air come into the room, cooler and less sticky, making the sweat beading on her skin feel like ice as it closed out the din of the grand room outside.  Kitten continued to tremble until she felt the familiar touch she craved.

Kitten purred quietly as his hands traced up the curves of her thighs, across her belly, and between her breasts.  Sir removed the clamps slowly, tenderly suckling at first, then hungrily tasting after her nipples, he felt his pet relax beneath him as he removed the pitch cover from her eyes.  Kitten blinked warily at first, then smiled.

“Good girl.”

Kitten continued blinking warily as she gazed upon him adoringly, then closed them tightly, trying to close out the ringing in her ears.  She felt the water run across her lips as he poured some onto her.  Sir became concerned while she was not reacting to his touch the way she would normally.  

“What’s your name little one?”

Kitten did not respond right away, then Daddy used his big voice,

“Open your eyes now.”

Kitten opened her eyes and tried to focus, head lulling toward the sound of his voice, continuing to mutter at first, trembling and shaking.

“Tell me your name.”

“Mishka.”  

Kitten answered slowly, it was a rare pet name that he used once in a while for her once he learned of where she came from, little mouse, because she was a feisty little Russian immigrant’s daughter with mousey brown hair.

“Mishka, good girl.  Good girl, let’s get you some more water.”

“Mishka,” she giggled.  

Kitten drank slowly at first, then thirstily as she felt her hands come free and then her feet.  Daddy curled her up into his arms and poured more water.  

“Daddy,” she whispered quietly.

“Yes little one?”

“Can we get some ice cream?”

“Anything my little pet desires.”

“Because I belong to you?”

Daddy kissed kitten’s forehead, growled softly into her ear,

“Because you are Daddy’s good little girl.”

Kitten smiled, purred into his sleeve, exhausted, falling asleep, muttering as she curled up,

“I missed the party.”

“There will be other parties love.”

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