Cole's Mistake (Haven, Texas 8)

“This is a beautiful sight. I think I’ll take this ass later, how do you feel about that, kitty?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He pushed one finger slowly inside her and she groaned. Her nipples were hard points, her pussy aching.

“My little kitty likes her ass being played with. I bet she’s wet already.”

Was she ever. Her clit desperately wanted to be touched, but she remembered his rule about no touching herself.

Damn it.

He moved up to two fingers, thrusting them in and out of her ass. Her breathing grew faster. Christ. How long was he going to torture her for?

Then he drew his fingers out and she felt the tip of the plug against her hole.

“Deep breath in, kitty. Good girl. Let it out. You look so beautiful, so pretty taking your plug. Now, you have a nice, fluffy tail. What a gorgeous kitty you make.” He drove the plug deep inside her and her ass clenched around it, delighting in the feel of it.

“I’m going to go wash my hands, kitty. You stay right where you are.”

She stayed leaning over, her ass in the air, anticipation building as she waited for him to return.

“That’s a good girl, kitty. Stand up now so we can finish getting you ready.” He held her waist as she stood, making certain she was steady before he turned her to face him. Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Good girl. Now, remember, if the plug starts to get painful, you say your safeword. All right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulled out something else from the box. A collar. Her heart raced. She’d once owned a necklace that had served as her public collar. Julian had given it to her soon after they’d moved to San Antonio. It had been cheap, but it had meant everything to her.

“Why so sad, kitty?”

“Sorry, Sir. Just remembering the day collar Julian gave me. It was a silver necklace with a heart charm.”

“What happened to it?”

“Vincento.” It was all she needed to say. His face filled with darkness. She hoped the people Cole hired found that bastard, because she’d really like to be rid of him once and for all.

He ran a finger down her cheek then kissed her. “We’ll get you another one. This is just for when you’re a kitty, but it still has the same symbolism, all right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He fastened the black collar, that had more pink daisies stitched onto it, around her neck. God, that felt good.

“Well, kitty, you’re nearly ready.” He reached into the box again. He lifted out a pair of mittens which he placed on her hands. They attached together with a short chain. It meant she wouldn’t be able to use her hands properly and it added to her feeling of submission.

“Come, kitty. Let’s show you off.”

He carried her out to the living room and set her down on her feet in front of Julian.

“Look at our pretty kitty, Julian,” Cole called out.

Julian ran his gaze over her, his eyes filling with heat. “What a gorgeous kitty you are.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Right, kitty, from now on you’re only to speak if you’re asked a direct question or it’s absolutely necessary like you need the bathroom or to say your safeword, understand?” Cole told her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come here, little kitty,” Julian said, holding out his arms. “Come sit on my lap and let me pet you.”