No. No, no, no.
I was not even going there.
Not now.
Not ever.
6
GRIFFIN
The good thing about him not wearing any clothes — besides the view — was the fact that I could see it when he got a hard-on. I hadn’t been expecting it, not really, but once it happened… it was glorious.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
I wanted to be that plug in that moment, to feel that tight ass hugging my cock, to be the very thing that brought that pleasure to him. I hadn’t made him wear the other tail much, but I should have. I didn’t want to be sitting on the sidelines, forced to watch when all I wanted to do was participate.
I didn’t want to rape him. When I finally got to feel him, I wanted him to be moaning beneath me, wanting it, needing it every bit as much as I did. But at the same time… I didn’t know how much longer I could resist.
He was mine.
I touched myself through my pants, squeezing my dick and wishing it was his hand. He’d said he’d blow me if I told him to, surely a handjob would be nothing at all…
He had to get used to the idea that this was going to turnsexual at some point, which meant he had to get used to the idea of seeing my cock. Now that his was hard, it was a good time to take advantage of it.
But we’d take it slow. I wouldn’t make him touch me, not this time.
Instead, I unzipped my pants, watching as he froze like a rabbit in my sights. He shivered, his ass still up in the air, the plug buried within him and the tail dangling between his ass cheeks.
He looked gorgeous, but he’d look better when I got him better outfitted.
Right. I had the next of his surprises right there, and there was no better time than right then to give it to him.
My pants unfastened, I strode to the bed, grabbing the pair of cat ears I’d ordered. They were the same color as the furry tail, the same color as his hair, and the band would blend in beautifully. With how long his hair was getting, it would vanish beneath the strands and make it seem like he really did have a set of cat ears.
“C’mere,” I told him, whistling at him.
He let out a pathetic little meow, and I realized I was still talking to him like I might a pup. It was what I wanted, but I’d agreed to this. I could hold the threat of forcing him to be a puppy again over his head, but for that to be effective, I’d have to treat him like he wanted the rest of the time.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” I amended, patting my leg. “C’mere, kitten.”
He meowed again but started toward me, tail swishing behind him.
It was sexier than I’d thought it would be, and I put the cat ears on him as soon as he was close enough. “There we go,” I told him. “Good kitty. Now stay right there.”
He bit his lip, and fuck, he was sexy.
I pushed my pants and boxers down past my hips. He didn’t move as I grabbed my cock, wrapping my fingers around it. I wanted it to be his hand on me. I wanted it to be his lips on me.
I wanted to bury myself in his ass.
I groaned at the thought of it alone, squeezing my cock. “Look at me,” I told him.
He looked up at my eyes, his own still wet from where he’d shed tears before. It was a beautiful look on him.
“Not there,” I said, voice ragged. “You know where I want you to look.”
His head was nearly level with my cock as it was, those lips so close to me, and I wanted nothing more than to smear my cockhead against his mouth. I bit my lip, imagining myself thrusting into it instead of fucking my hand.
