Teacher's Pet

Slowly shaking his head, I couldn’t tell if he was over this, or whether he was tickled by it. “I want you to crawl your way into the kitten,” he said. “I’ll make you a little bowl of milk.”

He led me into the kitchen, on all fours, crawling like this on tile was somewhat difficult, but I could do it because I was a professional, and I’d been practicing at the Manor. However, there were also nerves interfering with me this time, I wasn’t sure if I could get there without sliding on my knees and doing the splits. And with the butt plug inside me, doing the splits at this angle could’ve really split me in two.

“C’mon kitten,” he said, having already prepared a small saucer of milk for me. “Look at how well you take instruction. I wish you’d be like this all the time.”

“I can’t always play,” I told him. “But I can always play with you, if you want. You just have to stop being my teacher, and start being my master.”

Every time I said something, he seemed to have cogs turning behind his eyes. There was a lot that I was saying, and most of it needed to be processed. I didn’t mind much about the time it took for him to decide, all that mattered was him agreeing.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, kneeling to me. His thumb at my chin, pulling at my bottom lip to open my mouth. “I don’t want you to speak. Only meow.”

This was real play, settling into my role. I meowed at him and drank the milk from the saucer. He stroked his hands all over my body and through my hair. His soft lips kissed at my ears as he spoke about me being a good kitten.

My cock throbbed, and with each throb, something internal happened by my hole, like it clenched around the plug and made me harder.

“Now,” he said, tipping my chin up at him. He kissed my milky lips. “I’m going to carry you to my room, and I’ll you something else you can use that mouth for.”

“Y—” I almost spoke. “Meow.”

“Good kitten.” He patted my head.

Surprisingly, he was strong, picking me up as I wrapped my legs around him. Clenched in place as I held the butt plug inside. He carried me to his bedroom. It was a plain room. Light wood furniture and white unpainted walls. A single landscape framed photo of the beach hung over the head of the bed with its cream-colored sheets.

He laid me on my back on the bed and lifted the maid’s dress for an unobstructed view of my cock and the plug in my ass.

“Do you always keep everything shaved?” he asked, running a finger up my inner thigh. “It’s nice.”

“Meow.”

Master chuckled. “That’s right. You remembered.”

He pulled the plug from my hole, almost a relief, but now that it was gone, I missed the sensation and pressure against my insides. I wanted it back inside me.

“Meow.”

“You do?” he asked.

“Meow.”

“I’ll make it comfortable for you,” he said, leaning across my body, he kissed me on the lips, pressing his mouth to mine for a solid moment. It was nice, I felt relaxed at his touch against me. I wanted to melt into the moment and melt into him.

As he left me alone, I reached down to my hole with a finger, gently pressing it at, it was a little wet from where he’d been licking and where the plug had been. I hooked a finger inside, strange to feel it this open. I grabbed my cock with my other hand. I’d never been fucked before, and I was ready.

“Playing without me?” he asked.

“Meow.” Yes.

“I know you’ve never done this before, so I’ll be gentle.”

“Meow.” Good.

With the lube in his hand, he poured a little on a finger before placing it on my hole. He undressed in front of me, removing his shirt first, and then forced his trousers and underwear down. His cock was already at attention and waiting.

“I have a condom too,” he said, showing me the packet. “Should make things easier.”

This was a completely new light to him. I hadn’t seen him like this before. But I wanted to see more. I had to see more. He was taking something from me, or more so, I was forcing him to take my ass virginity.

It happened so quick; I didn’t have time to prepare. There was no pain, only a light discomfort from the stretch, much more than my fingers or the butt plug had done to me.

Grabbing at the sheets on the bed and pulling them to me, I held my breath and clenched my teeth. It was like he hit the sweet spot in my body, and I couldn’t take it all at once.

“Is that ok?” he asked. “You can say.”

“It’s—better than I thought.”

He went in a little deeper. “And now?”

It was just a little more uncomfortable. It didn’t hurt the most, not like an injury.it was like the aftermath of hitting your funny bone. “Good.” I didn’t have a frame of reference, but I just wanted him to fuck me. This wasn’t my method of fucking. “Just fuck me.”

Master’s face changed. A smile. Pinched brows collecting. “Oh. I was being nice,” he said, thrusting his hips as he drove his cock deeper.

My legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him and pinning him closer. “Harder.”

Climbing on the bed, he moved me around on the bed, placing my head on the pillow. He stroked my face and kissed me on the nose. As our faces touched, he fucked me harder, feeling the bones of his hips hit against the back of my thighs as he pressed my knees to my chest.

It was better than I’d imagined. Feeling the warmth of his cock pulsing inside me, and suddenly, I was jealous of everyone I’d ever been pulsing inside of.

His body locked up, pressing harder against me. He squeezed me close.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his forehead against mine. “Fuck.” As he pulled out of me, he pushed the dress up. “Looks like you made a mess.”

“Me?” I asked in a panting breath.

A wet finger swiped at my mouth. “That’s your cum this time,” he said.

I hadn’t even realized I’d came. There were moments my body felt like it had vibrated, like cumming, but I hadn’t even jerked my cock for it to happen.

“How?” I asked, licking the trace of cum from my lips.

“Some people can cum without even touching themselves, and prostate stimulation,” he said. “Did you enjoy it?”

I enjoyed the moment of being connected to another human, but I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed how short it was. I wanted more. Maybe I wasn’t so much of a good kitten and more of a bossy kitten.

“You’re a good little bottom,” he said, snickering.

I’d never been called that either. It filled me with a pool of warmth, and I was suddenly forgiving him for the short sex.