She tries to resist, but it only makes me kiss her harder. When I raise my head, we’re both breathless.
“You’re going to clean up the mess.”
“Me?” she says skeptically.
My hand slides down to squeeze her ass. “Yeah, for being a bad little girl.”
She clucks her tongue in protest, but I twist her arms behind her back and hold them there, trapping her.
“The other punishment, you get to choose.”
Her wide eyes look up into mine. “Other punishment?” Trying to pull free, she leans back.
My grip on her arms is too tight for her to escape. “Three choices. Spanked and then on your knees to give me a blow job. Naked except for your tail until it’s time for bed. Or bent over the footboard while I fuck you the way I did last night.”
Her head shakes so strongly, her hair falls over her face.
“Ten seconds to choose, or I’ll choose for you. Nine, eight, seven—”
“Tail,” she blurts.
I smirk and release her arms. “Can I trust you to go in the bathroom to put your own tail in? Or should I empty the sink drawers of sharp objects first?”
“Jerk,” she says. “Maybe I’ll cut the tail right off its holder and destroy it.”
“Go ahead. We both know I’ve got something bigger and better to put inside you where that’s supposed to go.”
Her stride falters for a second, but she doesn’t turn around to argue. Smart, because at the moment my body wants the release it gets from rough sex that leaves a girl really sore.
22
AVERY
I’m naked except for the tail. I’ve painted on cat’s eyes and as I study my profile in the mirror of the guest bathroom, I have to admit it’s really hot. Resting a palm against my fluttering belly, I draw in a breath and exhale.
As I pad down the hall to Shane’s bedroom, I’m filled with warring emotions. I’m turned on by this game; I’m also unnerved by the slipperiness of the slope.
When I pose in the bedroom doorway, he’s texting. His eyes catch a glimpse, and his head lifts. He smiles and raises the camera. I immediately dart out of the doorway and into the hall.
“No pictures! Jeeze.”
“Just for me. I swear.” His voice sounds amused by my pedestrian concerns.
“Absolutely not. Phones get hacked!”
After a beat, he says, “All right. Phone’s in a drawer. Come back.”
Peering around the corner through the doorway, I find he’s standing in the middle of the room, smiling.
I step into view. Lifting the end of the soft furry tail, my manner is catlike in its challenge. With an arched brow, I say, “Well?”
“No talking.” Shane hauls his shirt over his head, massive muscles rippling, and tosses it aside. “Get down on four paws and come over here.”
Of course, he wants me to crawl. So twisted.
Of course, I did promise to do this as a reward for the way he stood between me and the five asshole frat guys. But crawling? Glancing down at the carpet, I wrinkle my nose.
“Come on, kitten.” His voice is husky and cajoling, like he’s coaxing an actual pet. “Come over here, so I can make you purr.”
