He tutted, withdrawing his hand and tapping her lightly on the forehead. “Too rough, KitKat.”
She flashed him a look so sulky he almost laughed. Instead, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “I know, pretty girl. Daddy’s mean to you sometimes, isn’t he?”
Cheryl hummed softly as she gently ran her ‘paws’ up and down his thighs, every stroke getting closer to his aching cock.
“Jesus…” Patrick let his head fall back.
His kitten stroked higher, and his hands started shaking. He looked back at Cheryl, taking in her sly expression. She had a plan in the works, but he’d lose it if she kept teasing him like this. He needed to bring this scene to a place he could control.
Straightening his shoulders, he stepped away from her stroking paws and smiled. “Would you like me to pick you up and put you on the bed, KitKat?”
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Patrick said, lowering his voice to a rumble. “And I know you want to play with Daddy, don’t you?”
Cheryl’s expression melted a little. Her soul might be tough as diamond, but his future wife’s sexual tendencies were pure submissive. She never minded him taking control; he just had to work for it. And hard work had never put him off anything. He crouched on his heels, wrapped his arms around Cheryl’s waist and lifted. She made a soft little mewing sound but didn’t resist as he walked them to the bed.
“Good kitty,” Patrick muttered, holding her over the mattress. “Are you ready to go down?”
Instantly, her mood changed, clinging to him with all four limbs as though he was trying to drop her in a cold bath. Patrick tugged one leg away only to have her reattach it a second later.
“KitKat? Are you looking for a punishment?”
He took her she-devil expression for a ‘yes’ and gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks tight. Cheryl yelped, slamming a hand to his chest.
Patrick let go at once. “Shit, what’s wrong?”
Cheryl removed her hand, her face a strange mix of mischief and apprehension. She made another soft purring sound, looking deep into his eyes as though compelling him to understand.
Patrick brushed a hand down her lower back and across her ass, trying to figure out what she was saying without asking her outright and breaking the roleplay. Cheryl turned sideways, and he felt the base of her tail. Only it wasn’t the base of her tail. That was when it hit him. The long, pink and white kitten tail wasn’t attached to Cheryl’s G-string. It was plugged into her ass.
The world went blurry in front of his eyes. He had a long history of worshipping Cheryl’s ass—had bought her a buttplug with his name on it—but the idea of a tail both so prominent and buried deep inside her was enough to make him lose his head.
“Oh, KitKat,” he said, closing his eyes. “You’re such a good little girl.”
She purred, pressing her head into his chest and rubbing happily. She knew his history with buttplugs as well as he did. Patrick lifted her a little higher, trying to digest this discovery and how he might handle things going forward. This tail thing was a game-changer. He both needed to make sure Cheryl was safe and comfortable, and not come the second she slid onto his cock.
Unhelpfully, Cheryl leaned forward and ran her tongue across his lips.
Patrick kissed her hard. She complied for a second, licking her small tongue into his mouth before taking advantage of his dazed state and releasing her hold on his waist, falling sideways onto the bed.
She turned onto all fours and shook her hips, making her ass roll in a way that had him groaning. Then she came closer, butting her head against his stomach, her little bell ringing.
She wanted him to take her, but she wasn’t in charge of that call.
“Show me your tail, KitKat. Let me see it up close.”
Cheryl hesitated, and he gave her a stern look. “Now, please, KitKat. Don’t be naughty.”
She left him hanging for another second, then turned.
It was a bad idea on his behalf; Cheryl’s ass was luscious even when it wasn’t framed in her barely-there thong with a pink tail running between her thighs. He was really going to have to watch his staying power. He reached for the pink fur. Carefully, he lifted her tail so he could check out the base of the plug. What he found made him grunt like a caveman. Cheryl’s G-string was soaked, the material so transparent he could see her swollen pink slit. Above it—enough to make a man delirious—was a flash of silver, the seat of the plug deep in her ass.
“Fuck my whole life,” Patrick told no one. “You’re the hottest thing that’s ever existed.”
Cheryl purred softly as he let her tail run through his fingers. Hot as her underwear was, Patrick figured he wouldn’t be able to fuck her with it on. He gripped her waistband and carefully pulled her panties down. The smell of her arousal grew stronger, and she shook her hips, rocking back and forth. She was toying with him, trying to tempt him into taking her the way she wanted. But he was her master, and he wouldn’t be played that way.
Patrick clasped the base of her tail, gripping the plug’s rim and tugging at it, no harder than he would if it were a regular toy. “That feel good, kitten?”
