Page 40 of Hell's Kitten

There’s not much I can do tonight. I’ve already sparked an idea for Donna that might help. So I throw my leg over my bike and head on home. Even just driving through the streets of Paddle Creek helps relax me a bit. Thisismy home, and I’ll be damned if anyone is going to take that away from me.

As I come through the apartment door, there’s no sign of Jessie. It’s after seven, so I would have thought he’d be home. Sometimes I find him cooking for us if he’s beaten me to it or maybe studying on the couch. What I find is a lot of sleepy cats and a note in Jessie’s pretty handwriting.

Come to the bedroom and shut the door behind you x

My heart rate picks up. We try and keep the fur babies out when we’re being intimate as it’s just a bit weird otherwise. I won’t lie, with all the stress I’m carrying around, I don’t need to be asked twice to indulge in a little alone time with my baby boy.

Trying not to rush and disturb my horde of cats, I make my way to the main bedroom as fast as I can, slipping inside without allowing any unwanted guests in behind me.

My first thought is that it’s dark in here. The sun might still be setting outside, but the heavy curtains have been pulled, limiting the late evening sunshine. Several candles have been lit, so I can see that there are a few blankets on the bed. It looks like Jessie has made a cozy little nest for himself.

That’s when my eyes fix on him, though, and honestly, the rest of the apartment could catch fire right now, and I wouldn’t notice.

My kitten has bought himself some new things.

I freeze on the spot with my jaw hanging open as he stretches out on the mattress. The fluffy ears nestled in his dark hair are a beautiful minty green with light pink on the inside. The paw slippers on his feet and the fingerless gloves on his hands are a matching green, as is the leather harness strapped to his chest. They’re all embellished with diamantés that sparkle in the candlelight.

As he rolls on the bed and grins up at me, I can see that he’s finished the ensemble with a bright white satin jockstrap that clings sinfully to his junk, showing me every ridge and curve of his cock. But the pièce de résistance is the luxurious fluffy tail that falls all the way down to the backs of his knees, starting out green with a pink tip to match his ears. But it’s not attached to the jockstrap.

It’s coming from inside him.

My mouth is dry as I step closer, my eyes glued to him as he moves onto his knees, stretching his arms out on the bed. Then he sticks his ass up, and I know full well that he’s completely aware of how much he’s showing off his new gear. We haven’t done anything penetrative yet, not even with fingers. Now I come in here and find he’s got god knows how big a plug shoved up his ass that he’s currently teasing me with.

Everything I ever said about going slow vanishes in an instant. My kitten is clearly setting the pace here, and it’s now my job to give him every single thing he desires.

I run my hand over the smooth skin along his spine, loving the way he shivers at my touch. He turns and rises up on his knees, his hands landing on my chest where he starts to paw at my T-shirt, then he gently bats my face.

“Hey, baby,” I say softly, drinking in every second and committing it to memory. This is easily one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. Between my legs, my cock is throbbing, desperate to be released. There’s a real danger that whatever happens next, I’m going to have to fight hard not to blow my load immediately.

Usually, Jessie’s mouth is running a mile a minute and he has whole conversations all by himself. But tonight, he hasn’t spoken a word yet. I wonder how deep he’s already gotten himself into kitten headspace or if he’s purposefully trying to push himself there now. I stroke his hair, watching all his quirky little cat movements.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur without even realizing I’ve spoken. His eyes flick to meet mine, so I carry on. “Good kitty. Such a pretty kitty for Daddy.”

He nuzzles his nose against my cheek, making that adorable little purring noise that he’s become so adept at. His lips seek out mine, kissing me deeply as I run my hands up his sides, my thumbs finding the bars in his nipples to rub. He meows into my mouth, humping himself against my thigh.

Without warning, he drops down, pressing kisses against my stomach. My T-shirt is getting in the way, so I whip it off and allow his warm lips and hot breath access to my skin.

He takes advantage of that by biting my hip.

Not hard. But enough for me to get little indents from his teeth pressed into my flesh.

“Bad kitty,” I say with an arched eyebrow, wondering how far he’s going to push this. So far, he’s not been much of a brat, but I’ve wondered if one is lurking under the surface.

He looks up at me for a second, biting down harder. Just when I’m about to tap his nose, he lets go and begins licking the spot with small flicks of his tongue. I moan and thread myfingers through his hair, careful not to disturb the headband his ears are attached to.

I love the gentle quietness between us as he kisses and sucks the hickey onto my skin. I’ve marked kittens before in different ways, but no one’s ever done this for me. It makes me feel strange, but in a good way. He’s claiming me. He wants me.

This was a boy who didn’t even really understand what being a kitten meant a few weeks ago. Now I look down and watch him swishing his gorgeous tail as he turns in a circle, mimicking so many pretty cat movements with his hands and his head as he continues to purr. When he comes back around, he nuzzles his face against my stomach before latching his teeth onto the top of my jeans and starting to tug.

I think it’s adorable that he wants to try and undress me without using his hands. I can see how that would help him feel more kitteny. But that button is going to be hard to pop, and selfishly, I’m too hard to enjoy watching him try.

“Here,” I grunt, slipping my fingers between his face and my belly, deftly releasing the button at the top before cradling the side of his face against my palm. “Such a good kitty for Daddy.”

He grins before licking and nipping at my hand. Then he’s back to my zipper, dragging it down with his teeth, pulling my jeans down a little as well to give me more freedom. I gasp as he attacks my briefs next, and before I know it, my hard, leaking cock has sprung free.

He hums in delight as he rests his two gloved hands against my hips, then wraps his lips around my member, swallowing me down as far as possible. I hiss and grab his hair, not wanting to come right away. This is too good to ruin prematurely.

“Good boy,” I say over and over. “Good boy for Daddy.”

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