12
Istared longingly at the door of the bathroom where the water was currently running. Brad had decided to shower to wash off the grime from his game. I didn’t mind him being sweaty, I loved the smell of his natural scent, but he insisted on going, and by himself, which was all the more disappointing.
As soon as he left me in the den, after firmly lecturing Kwan about being in a room that was banned for him—I had fun giving him a smug smile as he walked past me moodily—I went to my box and pulled out my tail and ears. I changed into my favorite crop top, the one that said Daddy’s Little Kitten , before I lubed up the anal plug of my tail and prepared myself, sticking it in just the way I liked. The sting of the width of the silicone always felt nice, a reminder that it was time for my human side to disappear and for the fun to truly begin. I didn’t bother with a jockstrap, preferring to stay naked from my navel down; however, I did get those thigh-high socks he got me, sliding them onto my legs before I did the same to the ones for my arms.
After a while I got bored, though, so I tentatively knee- and hand-walked out of the den and into the hallway. Kwan wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I made my way to the stairs and up them until I came to the bathroom door. I sighed, staring intently at the white wood that blocked me from seeing my owner. I missed him already, wanted to see his handsome face, feel his soft hands on my skin. I’d even take the punishment he’d threatened me with.
A door to my right opened and Kwan peeked out. He was on his hands and knees too, and to my surprise, wore a black leather dog mask I hadn’t seen before. I knew he hadn’t worn it for Brad, which made me think he’d put it on because he missed wearing it. I got like that sometimes with my ears and tail.
His gaze slid down my body to my ass, and I didn’t have the energy to care that he was seeing my bare bottom with my hole stuffed with my tail. A lot more people had seen me in playrooms, and as a cat, I wasn’t shy. Instead, I raised my ass in his direction and wiggled it so my tail swung, then turned to glare at him, hissing.
He cocked his head, very doglike, then went back into his room, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his back foot. The door slammed too hard, though, and I made a note to tell Brad later, just so I could see the stupid mutt get lectured again. I needed all the enjoyment I could get, especially considering he’d been in my den without permission.
I heard movement in the bathroom and turned my attention back to the door, which opened. Brad stopped at the threshold, his eyes widening in surprise as he looked down at me. He wore a simple white fluffy towel around his waist, leaving his chest bare. Droplets clung to his torso and my mouth watered. I wanted to lick the water off him.
I sniffed at him instead and turned my butt in his direction, reaching my leg back in a mock stretch before I wiggled my ass and headed toward his bedroom.
He laughed, and the sound felt like shockwaves through my nervous system. My cock twitched where it swung between my legs and I let out a breath, clawing at his closed bedroom door with a whine.
“What are you doing, Harley cat? You’re in trouble, you know that. I told you to wait in the den.” Brad came up behind me and crouched, scratching his nails through my hair and making me purr. “You never listen to what you’ve been told, do you?”
I smirked at him and nudged him with my paw. That’s what you get with a cat, buddy .
He laughed again and petted down the length of my back, stopping at the base of my spine. I meowed at him and placed my paw on his knee, sliding it up into his towel and dislodging the knot at his waist with the movement. The towel fell to the ground around his feet, but he still didn’t move from his spot crouched beside me. His cock hung heavily between his thighs and I licked my lips. Yes, this kitty wanted that cream.
I turned to lay on my back between his legs, his half-hard cock jerking. I purred and raised my head, but before I could get a taste, Brad shot to his feet. Hissing in annoyance, I narrowed my eyes at him and his smug grin.
“I’m punishing you.” He crossed his arms and nodded at the door to the bedroom. “Get in there. Now. We don’t want the dog to see.”
I raised my eyebrows. I wouldn’t mind him watching. Not only would Kwan know, once and for all, who Brad belonged to, but I didn’t mind an audience every now and then. Quickly I realized how selfish I was being. This wasn’t just about Kwan being a dog , he’d had a bad breakup from a relationship that was obviously abusive. I needed to keep my feelings about dogs to myself.
I flipped onto my knees and hands again and turned toward the door as Brad opened it. Swishing my ass in his direction, I crawled into the room and headed toward the bed. I didn’t get near it, though. Hands grabbed at my hips and I hissed, turning to swipe at Brad, but he grabbed my paws before I could. He spun me onto my back, and when I went to swipe him again, he clutched the cheeks of my face between his fingers.
“Naughty cat,” he whispered, his voice deep with lust, which had my cock wanting to salute him at full mast. “You deserve some punishment. How do you suppose we do that, hm? Maybe I should put you over my knee and spank you.”
The thought made my hips jerk up and I mewled in excitement.
“That doesn’t sound like it’d be punishment.” Brad stroked a finger over the side of my face and down my neck. I leaned into his touch and tilted my head toward him, grinning wickedly. “Hm, what am I going to do with you, kitty?”
I had a few ideas, but I wasn’t going to share them.
He released his hold on me and stood, and I watched him, unable to break my stare from his hard, straining cock. I wanted to get it in my mouth so badly it hurt. I squeezed my hole around the butt plug and meowed again, trying to convey to him what I needed.
Brad shook his head. “Nope. I’m not going to give you what you want.” He glanced around the room and then smiled in a way I didn’t like. Pointing to the corner, he said, “Go sit over there.”
I frowned at the spot. There was nothing fancy about it, just an empty space beside his dresser. I shook my head and glared.
“Harley, go sit over there. Now.”
I hissed and spun to land on my knees. I was a cat, not a dog, and Brad needed to learn that cats couldn’t be trained or told what to do. Turning, I climbed onto the bed and wiggled my ass at him. The surprising slap against my asscheek made me yelp and bounce toward the head of the mattress. When I glanced at him, Brad grinned at me.
“Okay, Harley cat, if you want to play like that, we will.” He backed off and walked over to the corner himself. Leaning against the wall, he spat in his hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Be a good boy and show me your ass.”
I cocked my head toward him and frowned. Moving, I laid on my back with my ass in his direction and spread my legs, giving him the perfect view of my hard cock, which sat heavily on my lower belly, and the plug that dug comfortably in my hole.
“Good kitty. Now stay there. Just like that.” He stroked his cock and stared at me with half-lidded eyes. “I’m going to come right here, and you’re going to sit there and watch.”
I forced myself up on my elbows and stared at him from between my knees. The longer he looked at me, the hotter his gaze became and the faster he pumped his cock. His skin was flushed a rosy red, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the shower or desire. Either way, it looked delectable on him, and I wanted so badly to go over there and touch him. I assumed this was my punishment, though. If he couldn’t spank me or make me do what he wanted, he’d force me to watch as he got off to me. Alone.
