“The kitten needs a tail,” he says and dangles a butt plug with a long, fluffy tail from his hand.
I huff and give a shake of my head. Killian knows exactly how to get the beast out in me, just like when he sent Jenna downstairs wearing the nose hook.
I wonder if he’s sensing that I’ve been holding back again, saving Jenna’s stamina for him since she’s still fragile, only able to take so much. Studying him for a moment, I think that just might be it. Or he’s eager to explore more of this threesome dynamic now that things have changed, which I must say I am as well.
So I pop the lid on the lube and go to stand behind Jenna, who’s kneeling on the floor in front of a licked-clean dog bowl. “A tail for the kitten,” I hum.
Jenna groans in protest, ardently shaking her head. Worried it might take her back to the last time Killian put a tail on her and reduced her to an animal, I step around her and study her face to check that she’s okay. But Killian is already on it. His attention is fixed on her with startling focus, reading every nuance of humiliation and playing her as masterly as he does the piano.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you our kitten?” he challenges with a stern edge that leaves no room for protest.
Jenna’s throat bobs with a hard swallow as she nods.
Leaning down, he grabs a handful of her brown hair and lifts her head, petting her cheek to counterbalance the brutality—just like I would. “A cute little kitten needs a tail, am I not right?”
She nods again, eyes wide and worried as she stares at him, but so full of pure submission that my cock grows rock hard.
“Then ask Dad to put the tail on you.” He releases her hair and gives her a nudge with his foot to make her turn toward me.
With shuffling movements, she moves to face me, her nostrils flaring with the speed of her breaths, eyes flying up and down, embarrassment coloring her cheeks a beautiful shade of red.
She parts her lips, about to speak, but Killian stops her with a deep warning. “Do cats speak?”
Jenna closes her eyes and draws a shuddery breath through rounded lips. Then she leans close to my leg and softly rubs her head against it. Just once.
“Do you call that begging?” Killian gives her thigh a kick, not hard enough to hurt, just to humiliate.
Jenna gasps but softens just the same. Her gaze is swimming when she glances up at me, a twitch of uncertainty crossing her expression. She’s worried how I’ll feel about this.
I’m sure she knows, deep down, that this is my kind of kink, but Jenna needs to see—to feel—as the embarrassment overcomes her—just like I want it to. So I lean down and grab her chin with one hand and slap her cheek lightly with the other. “I thought kittens were louder, mewling and whimpering.”
Her eyes widen, not with worry this time, but desire. And then the humiliation comes, deepening her frown as she lets out a tiny mewl.
“Good kitten,” Killian croons. “Now show Dad how much you want a tail.”
Releasing her hair, I straighten. A wide smile spreads over my lips when she starts rubbing her head eagerly against my leg, mewling, moving around me, and begging me with tiny sounds and little head nudges.
“Good kitten, indeed,” I agree. “I think she’s earned her tail now.”
Killian hands me the tail, then crouches beside her and pushes her head to the ground, pinning her with a firm grip on her hair.
I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down, then smear a good amount of lube around her narrow opening and onto the steel butt plug. She mewls and moans, hips wriggling eagerly when I stick the tip of my finger just inside. I can already see the glistening moisture coating her pussy lips.
“And soon the kitten will have a tail,” Killian says with a mocking edge, just as I position the butt plug at her opening, purposefully moving it so she can feel the brush of fur against her buttocks.
“No,” she gasps, and when I start pushing, she repeats with more urgency. “No.” Then, suddenly, she freezes, her whole body locking up, her ass cheeks clenching. She’s barely even breathing.
I instantly remove the plug, and Killian reacts just as quickly.
“Jenna,” he urges, lifting her up on her knees and cradling her head between his hands. “We’ve got you.”
I swiftly reposition to bring her between my legs and hold her tight, letting her feel my warmth and my strength.
“You’re safe,” Killian continues while I hold her. “I’m here, Dad’s here. We’ve got you.”
“Killian?” she murmurs, confused.
“Yes, kitten, I’m here.”
