Daddy wanted me to be his kitten tonight.
We hadn’t experimented much with pet play, although we’d talked about trying it one day. That day was apparently today.
Being a kitty wasn’t a part of the original fantasy I’d shared with Ollie, but I certainly wasn’t mad about it. If Daddy wanted me to be a kitty, I’d be the most perfectest motherfucking kitty he could hope for.
I flushed as I began dressing, the thought popping into my head that if I was being a kitten tonight, Ollie was more than likely a puppy.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait.
I still didn’t quite understand how on earth this was even happening, but whatever. Hopefully, the brothers could contain their bloodlust for one night. I knew Grey would protect me if the twins tried anything, but I wasn’t interested in being the target of their aggression in the first place.
I just had to trust that they’d worked everything out beforehand. And maybe checked their weapons at the door…
Once I’d put everything on, I padded over to my bathroom and bent over the edge of my bathtub to slick my hole with lube.
I fingered myself greedily, one finger, then two, moaning unabashedly, until I was able to slowly push the tail plug past my rim. It jostled into place, sending a shiver racing up my spine.
It was time.
I would be Greyson’s kitten tonight, playful and obedient and oh-so-fucking pretty, ready to arch and mewl under my Daddy’s command.
I stood up shakily, letting out a whimper as the plug shifted inside.
A knock sounded at my bedroom door.
I was out of the bathroom and moving towards it as it creaked open just enough for Daddy to slip through and close it behind him.
When those honey-brown eyes landed on me, Grey groaned, his gaze full of predatory intent and possessive satisfaction. “Oh, princess, it’s perfect.”
My cock twitched in my panties as he prowled closer and began to circle me.
“You like it, Daddy?” I whispered, tracking my husband’s perusal.
Greyson’s voice rumbled as his hands reached out to squeeze my ass, fingers digging in just enough to tease, “You know I do. You excited, baby?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes, Daddy. Nervous too.” My voice came out breathy, my body trembling as his hands caressed me.
Greyson chuckled, his thumb brushing the steadily leaking bulge in my panties. I shivered at his touch, a small moan slipping out from my lips.
“Good. I’m sure Ollie will be too. You’ll both behave, or there’ll be punishments.”
The promise hung heavy, making my pulse race.
“I’ll be the best kitten for you,” I breathed, hoping that the sincerity behind those words showed through the look I was giving him.I’d always be the best of whatever he wanted me to be.
“I wouldn’t expect any less from you.” His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me in close. I gasped as his erection ground against my own.
“They’re waiting for us,” he said, gaze heated. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” I answered, letting myself be tugged from my bedroom by my husband.
Grey smiled at me, then led me out to the living room.
Immediately, Ollie caught my eye as we entered, his brown gaze wide and shimmering with the same mix of caution and hunger that I was feeling.
A shy smile tugged at his lips, and he ducked his head, cheeks blooming red. I wanted to cross the space and pull him into a hug like I always did, but the rules were clear. We weren’t to do anything without our partners’ explicit instructions. I wasn’t keen on risking my safety and/or sanity for a friendly hug.
I looked around, seeing that as I’d been getting ready, cushions and blankets had been scattered like nests in front ofthe couch, and an honestly foreboding plethora of chains and toys had been laid out on the coffee table.
