Page 21 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Kitten. Milk. Milk. Kitten.
Collin swallowed and glanced up at Mr. Moreau.
Mr. Moreau tapped his foot next to the bowl. “Down on your elbows, kitten. Lap.”
He really needed more core strength to do this gracefully. Collin slowly inched his way down until his chest was brushing the floor, his back arched, and his face was right above the bowl.
Something tapped his butt. Collin glanced back. Mr. Moreau had a thin black crop with a small leather slapper at the end in his hand. “Lap, kitten.”
It smelled good, like baking. Collin dipped his tongue into the bowl. Mr. Moreau had mixed spices, cinnamon, cloves, and something else, into it.
Hunger clenched his stomach. A brief thought about Mr. Reevesworth and Damian watching from behind made his cheeks tingle and his rear quiver. But it tasted good, and…he was just a sex kitten. This is what sex kittens did for their people.
He dropped his face into the bowl and lapped. It got on his nose, and a little splattered on his neck and chest, but he drank and then licked the bowl clean, holding it in place between his wrists to go after the last drops.
“Good kitten.” Mr. Moreau leaned over and dabbed Collin’s face and chest with a damp cloth. He set it on the counter and let the leash fall to the ground. “Damian and your master have more treats for you. Go beg.”
Collin blushed, but he was hungry. Meekly, he crawled to the table. Who to ask first? Damian was closest. Collin bumped the man’s thigh with his head and whined.
Damian looked down at him. “Sit pretty, kitten.”
Collin plopped his rear on the floor and immediately scrambled back up. Too fast! That was a very firm tail in his butt. He raised his eyes. Damian held a piece of raspberry crepe in his fingers, waiting. Collin huffed. Slowly, he eased down, keeping his heels under his rear to give the tail space and his front paws on the floor between his knees.
“Tell him to open his mouth and wait,” Mr. Moreau said. “We want a well-mannered kitten, not a miscreant. Otherwise, we’ll have to cage him during meals.”
“Yes, sir.” Damian snapped his fingers in front of Collin’s. “Open your mouth and wait, kitten.”
Something sad and desperate slithered through Collin’s chest. He opened his mouth. Please don’t make me wait long. I already watched you all eat! Damian studied him. Collin let out a slow breath, prepared to wait for a long time.
Then the crepe was in his mouth, and it was worth every moment of uncertainty. The sad went away. Fresh raspberry jam sparkled on his tongue, and soft sweet crepe melted against the roof of his mouth. He closed his lips and chewed, enjoying every bit of the tart and the sweet.
“Say thank you, kitten,” Mr. Moreau ordered.
Collin glanced over his shoulder. How could he say thank you? Mr. Moreau raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he was expected to figure this out on his own.
Duh, you’re a kitten. He turned back to Damian and rubbed his cheek against the man’s knee. But that didn’t seem to be enough. It was so close to how he’d begged for food. There, between Damian’s house shoes and the hem of his lounge pants was a strip of skin. Collin bent down and licked Damian’s ankle and mewed.
“Good kitten,” Mr. Moreau said. “You may ask your master for more food.”
Collin crawled around the table. Mr. Reevesworth had turned his chair at right angles to the table and was sitting with one leg extended. Collin crawled between the man’s knees and sat pretty like he had for Damian. He looked up hopefully at his dom.
Mr. Reevesworth smiled. He reached out and ruffled the hair on the top of Collin’s head. “Very nice, kitten. But I want you to beg me in another way. On your back, paws in the air, kitten. Show me that belly like a good little submissive kitten.”
Collin rolled over between Mr. Reevesworth’s legs. For a moment, he held his legs together and tucked up against his stomach. He held his paws up by his face. He tilted his face up, trying to catch Mr. Reevesworth’s gaze.
Mr. Reevesworth was just waiting, staring down at him, as if he wasn’t finished.
But I’m on my back. My paws are up? What am I missing?
Shyly, Collin let his legs fall to the side, leaving all of himself uncovered, and then slowly, he opened his mouth.
He could barely breathe. His cheeks burned.
“Perfect, kitten. That’s how you beg your master.”
Collin whined in the back of his throat. Mr. Reevesworth leaned over with a bit of scrambled eggs in his fingers. He placed it on Collin’s tongue. “Hold that, kitten. Roll over before you chew. Swallowing on your back is bad for you.”
By instinct, not thought, Collin closed his mouth around the morsel of food. He licked Mr. Reevesworth’s fingers as they pulled away, then rolled carefully to all fours before chewing and swallowing. Finished, he sat pretty and opened his mouth again.
