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Holy scare tactics. Nothing ominous about that. Nope. Nothing at all.

He carried her into his bedroom, setting her on a large hunter green rug in front of the fireplace. It was soft and warm under her feet. A rich tan yoga chaise lounge was positioned in front of the hearth, with a side table to its left and a smaller, patterned rug on the right.

“I’m surprised you’re into yoga,” she said.

The look he gave her shivered over her entire body. He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’d think by now, nothing I’m into would surprise you. Let’s test that theory.” He sat down on the lounge, the curve fitting his body perfectly. “Strip for me, fairy cat.”

Well, foreplay must be overrated. She wouldn’t have minded giving it a try, though. Still, her wet panties were becoming uncomfortable. If he was going to hate the dimples on her thighs and her Buddha belly, she supposed it was better to know now.

He didn’t watch her, thank goodness. He disappeared into his bathroom, reappearing just as she finished undressing, carrying a box. Did it jingle when he set it on the table?

She didn’t have time to worry about that. She braced, closing her eyes against the disappointment she was afraid she’d see in his eyes. Her Viking didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He was all muscle. She was… not.

Then large, rough hands ran from her shoulders, down her arms, and around to her ample bottom. “What did I ever do to get so lucky?”

She would have answered him, but when he began to nuzzle behind her ear, she lost her breath. But that was okay because she couldn’t remember what she was going to say anyway.

“Since it’s raining, and since I captured you before you could escape, I have something new to try. I love it, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you always have your safeword.”

She nodded. “I trust you, Viking.”

He led her to the smaller rug by the chaise lounge. “Kneel here while I get you ready.”

She sank to her knees, and he showed her exactly how he wanted her to stay, sitting on the heels of her feet with her palms resting on her thighs. Sitting on the lounge, he reached for the box and took out the items one by one, laying them beside him. “Have you ever done any role-playing, babygirl?”

He’d laid out a headband with large kitten ears, a collar with a bell, and furry mittens that looked like cat paws. He put out a few other things she didn’t recognize, and one more thing she’d read about but never seen, a long cat tail attached to a butt plug.

Her heart pounded against her breastbone, and her breathing grew shallow. If anyone had asked her what might have been in the box, she would never have guessed. And yet despite her surprise, she wasn’t upset. In fact, her pussy was wet and tingling.

He wanted to dress her up? She would he his real-life fairy cat.

Instead of dressing her, he leaned back on the lounger. “Come closer, and sit facing the fire, little fairy cat.”

Without a thought, she did as he asked, resuming her position by the chair. With the remote on the table, he changed the room’s atmosphere. Pushing a button, he whited out the walls, blocking her view of the storm. Another button had a fire crackling in the fireplace, warming her bare skin. A final button flooded the room with soft music, cancelling out the sound of the storm.

Without meaning to, she purred in pleasure.

Staring at the fire, he placed his hand on her head and rubbed her scalp, soothing a tension headache she hadn’t realized she had. His movements were slow and gentle as he slowly moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking her softly, almost as if he was unaware of what he was doing.

Then his fingers found her nipple. The pleasure of his touch was both soothing and exciting. It was as if he were lost in thought, yet his touch gradually grew stronger as did her desire. With no panties on, there was nothing to stop her from making a spot on the carpet.

He played like that a long time. She sat quietly and focused on the feeling he was creating. She didn’t understand, but she felt cherished and important, as if she were soothing him.

Finally, he spoke. “There will be times when this is what I will want from you, little fairy cat. I’ve never been able to do this withanyone before. I never thought I would. I'm pleased that you enjoy it. There will be times I’ll allow you to play with your toys. There will be times you are my toy, and I’ll play with you for hours before I let you come.”

How did he do that? How did he have her on the brink of an orgasm from nothing but his words?

“Would you like to wear the things I bought for you?”

For her? He’d bought them just for her. Instinct told her she shouldn’t speak. After all, real cats didn’t talk. So she nodded and waited.

“You are such a pretty, well-behaved little fairy cat.”

One by one, he put each item on her. He even pulled her hair into a loose, messy bun. He provided her with step-by-step instructions on what to do, his voice remaining soft and gentle, but firm.

He patted his lap. “Come curl up on my lap.”

She crawled up with his help, sitting on her left hip, leaning against his chest. She curled her legs up to drape over his. Doing her best to purr, she made a mental note to look up videos on how to be catlike. She wasn’t the most graceful person, but she’d had years of ballet classes growing up.

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