Page 37 of Hell's Kitten

One thing Idefinitelywant to try is eating from a bowl on the floor or sitting at Nim’s feet and having him give me treats. I don’t entirely understand why, but the idea of those things makes me feel extremely swoony. I hope Nim might be interested in something like that.

My giddiness is probably what emboldens me to open up a new search I promised I wouldn’t look for until I’d locked myself in a bathroom or something. But I’m saturated with all these lovely kitten ideas, and now I want to investigate further.

Into a tail.

Not the kind I clip to my clothes. I know how much Nim loves that already, and obviously it’s given me a lot of joy before I even met him.

It’s time to take it to the next level.

My heart is in my throat as I begin to look through the various search results I get from looking for tails attached to butt plugs. I’ve never put anything like that inside myself before. I’ve played with dildos, but they didn’t do too much for me, so I mostly stuck to jerking off if I couldn’t get an actual dick. For the last few years, that was just Parker, and in retrospect, his was pretty disappointing.

The sheer number of options coming up on my screen is kind of overwhelming. There are lots of cheap options, but I don’t know if cheap is better in this instance. I’m also a bit confused between silicone versus metal. They both seem to have pros and cons. Then there are the designs themselves in every color I can think of. Some have matching ears. But I have ears already. Is it extravagant to think about getting another pair? What if?—

A hand waves in front of my face.

My heart almost stops.

I snatch my headphones off, slam the laptop down, and stare in horror at the stranger grinning at me. He holds up his hands. “Whoa there, kitty!” he whispers and winks at me.

My heart is racing as my gaze skitters over him. He’s got a stunning mop of sandy blond curls with golden highlights, sparkling blue eyes, and a neatly trimmed five o’clock shadow. A single pearl earring shaped like a teardrop dangles from his left earlobe, and he’s wearing a black lacy shirt.

Okay…so not some homophobic jock about to kick my ass, I assume.

“What…uh…” I stammer.

He chuckles and sits in the chair beside me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I did say hello and wave, but you were pretty engrossed. I couldn’t help but notice the interesting subject you’re researching.”

He waggles his eyebrows as I blush furiously and wish the ground would swallow me up.

“You shouldn’t be snooping on people,” I mumble, crossing my arms and shrinking down in my chair.

Rather than take offense, he laughs softly again. “Girl, you shouldn’t be in a public library if you don’t want someone ‘accidentally’ seeing what you’re up to.” He uses air quotes and I’m almost certain that there was nothing accidental in him coming over here.

“I’m sorry if I offended you,” I say, still feeling thoroughly mortified.

He huffs out a scornful little laugh and nods. “Yeah, you should be sorry. Give me that.”

Before I can stop him, he’s opened up my laptop again. I obviously hadn’t closed it all the way as the screen hasn’t locked. So there my search results are in all their butt plug glory.

Kill me now.

He tuts and starts typing. “You shouldn’t go to big soulless companies for this sort of thing. Here. My friend makes unique handmade pieces. Better to support self-employed queer creatives rather than some CEO who’s only interested in exploiting the LGBT community for profit, right?”

I blink at the stranger as he turns my laptop back toward me. He’s brought up a website, this specific page dedicated to kitten accessories. The prices are mid-range, but the colors and designs are exquisite. I stare at the screen for a second before looking back at him.

“Do you often accost random people and suggest fetish wear to them?” I ask, genuinely curious.

He snickers wickedly. It’s a delicious sound that sends tingles up my spine, I have to admit. Although I’m not sure I’m really attracted to him, as beautiful as he is. There’s something intimidating about him.

“Only ones I can tell are kinky from a mile off,” he says proudly, as if daring me to tell me he’s wrong.

I don’t.

“Well…thank you,” I say with a nervous laugh. “These look amazing. I’m Jessie. Are you, um, a kitten as well?”

He shakes his head. “No. But I’m on the scene. I have a different thing. Kadence.”

He offers me his hand and I shake it, surprised at how strong his grip is. Yeah, Kadence is a little scary, but I can’t help but like him anyway.

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