I wanted it so badly I wasn’t sure I could resist.
I slowly brushed the head of my cock against his lips, and he let out a choked sound. He started to jerk back until he caught himself, but I could see the misery written all across his features.
I sighed, drawing back, and I wished I had a little less of a conscience. He was right there, and he was willing to accept it. Why wasn’t I willing to take that next step when he belonged to me?
“Fuck,” I muttered. My cock was still hard, but the doubt that thrummed through me threatened to change that. I stared at his ears, at his tail, at the look of humiliation and misery on his face.
There.
I could focus on that instead, because I wasn’t going to hold myself back again. I’d kept myself from jacking off every night he’d slept near me, and I was tired of my self-imposed celibacy. That wasn’t why I’d bought him…
He was my pet.
He was my kitten.
He was mine.
I slowly ran my hand up my shaft then back down, my eyes intent upon his. There was so much fear, so much despair and misery, that I almost felt guilty — almost. He’d wanted this, and now that I was getting off on it, he was damn well going to deal.
Why was I justifying this to myself? I didn’t need to justify anything to anyone.
I shut those thoughts out of my mind, thumbing the head of my cock. He looked away first, and I let my eyes take in the sight of his body. He was so beautiful, and the cat ears and tail were oddly alluring. Not as good as what I’d wanted, not really, but when it had led to his submission and allowed some light to return to his eyes, how could I argue?
I’d tested him when I’d been waiting for his new items to come in, and I’d seen the way he’d started to drift away from me again. I couldn’t have that, not when I was so close to what I wanted.
So there was this.
I stifled a moan as he shifted and the tail moved, and I wasn’t sure why I was hiding the sound. I moaned again on the next stroke of my hand, and that time, I didn’t bother to choke it back.
I imagined it was him touching me, bending his head down and showing off those ears, his ass shaking and making the tail twitch. I closed my eyes, keeping the vision in my mind, and fuck, it felt good. It had been so long since anyone had touched me, since I’d touched anyone else.
I missed it. It was a connection I’d been lacking, and I had missed it violently enough to have my Toby delivered tome. Now that he was here, the loneliness was sometimes even worse.
But it wouldn’t be for long.
The sound of skin on skin sounded in the room, and I bit my lip as I got closer to my climax. It was right there, just out of my reach, and I kept it there, reveling in the sensations. I’d have more of this soon enough, and the first time I spilled into his mouth?—
I opened my eyes as I came, shifting so my seed fell onto his hair, onto his back. He let out a choked sound, but he stayed there on all fours as I watched my cum decorate his skin. It was perfect, or damn near as close to perfection as I could get right then.
And I’d reminded him without laying a hand on him whose he was — who he was, what he was, and what he would become.
Breathing hard, I milked the last few drops from my cock before wiping my hand off in his hair. Another whimper, another shiver, left me aching for more. But no. I’d decided to give him a break this time, and knowing that my cum was drying on his back was enough right then.
How long it would be enough, I couldn’t say, but for now…
It was all I had.
“Good boy. Good kitten,” I told him as I yanked my pants back up and fastened them back in place.
He didn’t look up at me.
I sighed. “You’re going to have to get used to this,” I said, my voice soft.
“I know,” he whispered.
“Good.”
Neither of us spoke, and the silence stretched on. I knew he didn’t like being dirty, and the feeling of my seed had tobe an irritant to him. It would stay there anyway, until I was ready to clean it off. He was my pet, and he’d wear my marks.
