Instead, I stroked his hair and kissed away his tears and pulled him into my arms to soothe him. I ran my hands along his arms instead of touching between his thighs whenI wanted affection. I touched bare skin, and I was ever aware of it — ever aware of the limp cock between his legs, too, and wishing I could see it harden for me and me alone.
Maybe if he thought about his girlfriend…
The thought filled me with terrible jealousy, and I clenched my teeth together at the mere thought of it. I didn’t want to think about him kissing someone else, fucking someone else…
Lovingsomeone else.
I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down, then I drew back. “Such a good kitten,” I whispered again.
I rose before he could respond, not wanting to see the look in his eyes. He still gave me those adorable puppy eyes, pleading with me to do things I would never, ever do — like free him, and that just wasn’t going to happen. He was mine, and that was that. Now, forever, always.
Now that he’d begun cooperating, it was even harder to think of losing him. He might not have wanted to be there, but I could almost pretend he did.
Almost.
I hadn’t touched him since the last time, when I’d jerked off onto his back and left him covered in my cum, but I thought about it often. I didn’t know why I’d started taking care of my needs in the shower when I had someone who would’ve done it for me, but I didn’t want him to come to it so unwillingly.
I wanted him to submit, not out of fear, but out of desire.
But if desire wasn’t possible, I would settle for what I could get.
I finally stood up, but I gazed down at him, slowly letting my breath out. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him.
The idea that he’d been someone else had something prickling beneath my skin, and I had to claim him. I had toremind him that he was mine. I had to remind myself that he wasn’t going anywhere.
I unfastened the button of my pants, and his head jerked up, eyes a little wider than usual. He watched, his attention unwavering, as I slowly unzipped them.
“Shh,” I whispered. “It’s okay, kitten.”
It wasn’t okay. Jealousy still threatened to overwhelm me, and I wanted to quash it before it became unbearable.
I knew it was from a different part of his life — a part of Ryder’s life, even, and not Toby’s — but he wasn’t Toby yet, not in truth. He was getting there, but part of Toby’s life would be to tend to my needs.
It was time to really claim that.
I pulled down my pants and boxers, letting him see my limp cock. I wanted him, and I’d take his mouth, but first…
“Get me hard,” I ordered him, running my fingers through his hair behind the cat ears.
He let out a little whine.
I curled my fingers in his hair, my grip tightening in warning. He wasn’t going to get out of this, not that easily, not when I wanted it so badly.
Not when I needed it so badly.
Instead of reaching up with his hand, he leaned forward, and I froze as his lips brushed my cock.
Oh fuck.Oh fuck.
He took the head of my cock into his mouth. I could feel him trembling, but the tip of his tongue ran clumsily along it.
I forced my fingers to relax in his hair, even though I wanted to grip him and urge him closer. He was already doing this much on his own. I didn’t want to force more, not when he was already doing this — giving his first blowjob.
It wouldn’t be his last, not by far.
It didn’t take long for me to go from flaccid to fully erect, and he squirmed as it became harder to fit in his mouth. He didn’t back off, though, much to my surprise. He kept trying, doggedly determined to take me in. I closed my eyes, but they flew open when his teeth scraped against me.
“Careful,” I snapped at him, pulling him back slightly.
