Brad made a beautiful sight, with his thick cock in his palm and his mouth open in an O. His muscles strained and his hips started moving in time with the jerks of his hand.
Fuck. I squirmed. There were so many things I wanted to do—touch him, suck him, let him fuck me. All of them—yet I couldn’t do any of them. Even if I wanted to disobey him, it felt like my muscles were frozen, and all I could do was stare as his face contorted with fiery need. He stiffened, and cum spurted from the slit of his cock. By the time he was done, spunk covered his hand and dotted the wooden floor around his feet.
I finally made myself move and nearly fell off the bed in my attempt to get to him. He laughed when I skidded across the floor to get in front of him. I glanced up at him from my spot between his legs, my belly burning hot and my cock hard enough to hammer nails, and leaned up to lick at his hand. Like a good owner, he held his palm out to me, and I sucked at his fingers and licked at his skin, trying to lap up as much of his cum as I could.
Bitter, but perfect. I loved his taste.
I meowed up at him when I was done, my gaze trailing to my own erection sadly, before I glanced back up at him with pleading eyes. He ran a hand over my head, stopping to scratch behind my ear, and I mewled, slanting up into his touch.
“You’re so pretty, Harley cat,” he whispered, trailing a hand over my cheek and across my lips. I nipped at his fingers, and he laughed, tiny lines forming around his eyes. He looked handsome when he was happy, his eyes bright and smile genuine. I’d never met anyone who wore their emotions so clearly on their face before. “And feisty.”
I purred, rubbing my forehead against his palm, and fell back on my ass, cocking my head.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” He crouched again, his spent dick—still semihard—flopping between his legs. Meowing, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the meat he’d denied me. “Or do you want to take care of me. I should be punishing you more, which means no touching me.”
My eyes widened and I stared at him with a beseeching gaze. That was more than punishment; it was torture. He must have agreed because he shook his head and sighed.
“I am powerless against you, kitty. You’re so sweet.” He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth, my tongue rolling against his until we were both breathless. Brad wrapped a hand around himself and shook his cock in my direction. “Do you want this?”
I purred and nearly bolted to the bed, jumping onto the mattress and doing at least five spins before I settled on my side.
Brad’s lips twisted in confusion, but he followed me, running his fingers through the longer strands of hair on his head, still wet from his shower. I petted the spot beside me and meowed again.
“Who’s in charge here, Harley kitty?” he asked in amusement.
Me . You could always tell the owners who’d only ever taken care of dogs before. They were so used to being in charge, they didn’t see what was happening. Dogs were owned, while cats were in charge without the owner ever actually realizing. They were our slaves, alive to satisfy our needs.
He lay beside me and it proved my point. Brad did exactly what I wanted. His face was close to mine and I kissed him again, this time more gently. I twisted and turned, watching him frown at me until we were facing opposite ends of each other. Meowing at him, I stretched before nuzzling my face into his crotch. He smelled divine, and fresh, too, and I was going to enjoy every second of this.
I lapped at his full balls, sucking one into my mouth at a deliberately slow pace that had him moaning. I took my time, suckling and licking, before I moved over to do the same to his other ball. His crotch area had been recently trimmed, I noticed, and I assumed he had just done it. He still had hair, but the right amount. Enough that he didn’t look like a shaved manchild, but not enough that I’d be pulling pubic hair out of my mouth for a month.
I gasped when wet suction engulfed my cock, and spread my legs, giving him room to work. He cradled my balls in his palm, rolling and squeezing them in all the right ways, and between the taste of him in my mouth and the feel of him touching me, I was so close to exploding it hurt. This was perfect. There was no rushing, just a relaxed suck session that made my heart throb in my chest and my body heat.
I moved to his cock, taking the length into my mouth and slurping at the resurging hardness. He jerked his hips forward lazily, but with enough force that the tip met the back of my throat. I gagged but met his thrusts with hard sucks.
Every one of my limbs buzzed with excitement, eliciting goose bumps on my skin. My belly sizzled with heat, and I knew I was to my tipping point when my balls drew closer to my body. I came first, emptied myself into his mouth with a deep thrust, and pushed forward far enough that I knew my cum shot down his throat.
He wasn’t far behind me. Groaning, Brad fucked into me two or three times before he stiffened and his thick, tangy spunk filled my mouth. He didn’t spurt as much cum as last time, but enough to satisfy my need to taste his cream.
I fell back against the bed, meowed in contentment, and touched my tired dick. Everything inside me was satisfied, a jumbled mess of pleasure and peace.
“Come here, kitty.” He moved up higher on the bed and pulled back the blankets, getting beneath them. I moved, burrowing under them as well, but close to his chest. “Let me take care of this tail, so it doesn’t get ruined with you tossing and turning.”
Brad slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks. I gasped and buried my face against his chest as he wiggled the plug free.
“It’s okay, pretty kitty.”
Even though I knew taking my tail out for the night was the best thing to do, I didn’t really want it gone. I peeked up to glare at him. He winked and kissed my temple, and then hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom to, I presumed, clean the plug. My guess made sense since he disappeared with my tail and I heard water running. Empty-handed, he climbed back into bed and wrapped his arms around me.
I sighed, letting out a long purr.
“I know, Harley cat. I know. You’re such a good boy. I’m going to keep you, I think.”
I hope it’s true. I didn’t say it, but I thought I’d tell him tomorrow how much I wanted him to keep me.
The next morning,I woke alone. I blinked around the room and stretched, wincing when my tender asshole twinged. My ears had gone missing at some point during the night, but I assumed they were wrapped up with the blankets.
An annoying noise interrupted my sleep-addled brain and I groaned at the familiar sound. Pushing myself out of bed, I grabbed for my phone, which sat on the bedside table. Brad must have brought it up this morning because I certainly hadn’t done it last night. I mulled over his odd thoughtfulness as I answered the call with a raspy, “Yes?”
