He might wear more than those by the end of it.
I might wear his marks, too, if he was a feisty kitten once he settled into his role.
He wasn’t hard anymore, but that was okay. He’d gotten an erection from putting the plug in, and that was a step in the right direction.
Not enough,something within me whispered, but for now, it had to be. I couldn’t think about what he was denying me — what I was denying myself. I needed to think about his surrender. It might’ve been slow, but I was digging my claws deep inside my kitty’s soul all the same.
The problem was that now, I didn’t know what to do. I’d taken this step and turned things sexual between us — well, not between us, as it had been decidedly one-sided. But I’d laid the groundwork, setting it up for something more.
I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I was afraid of it, too. I didn’t want to know it if he was thinking of me as a villain or a rapist; I wasn’t either. I had held back, taking my pleasure but not taking it out of his flesh…
Somewhere within me, I knew I was justifying behavior I never should’ve justified. At the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to care overly much. I’d done this, and that was that.
“Come on,” I told him. “In bed.”
It didn’t matter if he smeared my cum on my sheets. I wanted him there, next to me. I wanted to hold him and pretend he was there of his own volition. For just a few minutes, I wanted to pretend everything was perfect.
7
RYDER
Iwas painfully aware of the cat tail — of the plug in my ass, of the soft fur brushing against my ass and the back of my legs. The puppy tail had been different. He hadn’t made me wear it much, and when I had… That one had been much smaller and easier to ignore.
This wasn’t.
The cat ears on my head weren’t easy to ignore either, making me all too aware of the farce. I wasn’t a kitten any more than I was a puppy, and so far…
So far, it didn’t seem like I’d made the right decision.
I shuddered, shifting and feeling his dried cum on my back. It had only been a matter of time until this turned sexual, and I was probably lucky that was all that had happened. When he’d positioned himself so he was right at my mouth, I’d been sure my luck had run out.
As it was, I wasn’t sure it hadn’t.
He was getting impatient, and that was never good when he felt like he owned me somehow. He hadn’t forced me to blow him or let him fuck me — not yet — but it felt like it was only a matter of time. The clock was ticking. It had beensince I’d first arrived, but now that he’d pressed the head of his cock against my lips, I knew it was speeding up. It was only a matter of time before he took the next step.
He’d wrapped his arms around me, heedless of his own seed on my back as he’d pulled me close. He had to be feeling the tail, too, the way the fur was rubbing against his leg as well as my own. Did he like it?
Was I regretting what I’d done? Would he have waited longer to touch me if I hadn’t consented to this cat thing? I’d never know the answer to that, but I did know one thing: he wanted me, and if I was smart, I’d figure out a way to use it to my advantage.
That was always what they did in the movies, seducing their captors until they had the chance to escape. Then they took off, getting away and seeing their abductor put away for life — assuming said abductor wasn’t killed in the process.
Assuming said abductor wasn’t a fucking former popular musician with more money than he probably knew what to do with other than kidnapping someone.
I didn’t even know what would happen if I got free and accused him of being the person who had taken me. I didn’t know if anyone would even believe me, let alone look into it, and even if they did… What if he was influential enough to dodge the consequences of his actions? Then he’d still be out there, and I’d have to worry for the rest of my fucking life that he’d come after me again.
“Are you awake?” he whispered after a time, smoothing his hand along me until he got to the leather harness, which he grabbed and held in his hand. His hand was warm against my skin, much as his cum had been, and I shivered.
I wanted to ignore him, to feign sleep, but I had a feeling he already knew the answer to my question. “Yeah,” I said after a moment of indecision.
For another long moment, he was quiet, and his breathing was so even that I wondered if he’d fallen asleep.
Finally, he spoke, his words soft as he murmured into my ear, “Are you angry at me?”
Of course I was angry. He’d jacked off onto my back and left his cum there to dry. Why wouldn’t I be angry?
Except… I wasn’t sure I was. There was definitely despair and fear and worry… but I wasn’t sure I was angry. I didn’t know how that was possible. I should’ve been furious. I sure as fuck had been raging when I’d first ended up here.
I guessed the time I’d spent there was really starting to wear me down, which was a chilling thought. The question was whether I should tell him the truth and let him justify what he’d done or lie and maybe get him to think twice before the next time he felt the need to use me as a sex toy.
