One hand in front of the other, she returned to the dish and nibbled at the tiny bites. He’d squeezed too much fresh lemon, though, and she twitched her nose at the sour taste.
“Two more bites,” he told her.
While she was tempted to imitate a cat that was about to cough up a furball, she dropped her head and held her breath. Two more bites, she could do. Her clit jumped and throbbed, and they had to move on with the scene.
Two bites for the sake of her arousal, and she licked her chops. Kitten was done with dinner.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he got down to the floor and wrestled her to her back for a belly rub, which casually inched upward to her breasts. “You love tummy and chest rubs, don’t you?”
Even with the barrier of her bustier, those hands on her tits set her on fire. Just the touch of his palms against her pebbled nipples ignited her need. As she rolled around, the lingering effects of his caresses swept over her.
Reaching for her tail, she couldn’t deny that his hands brought her so much pleasure. All over her body, he rubbed and stroked and tickled, purposely missing her slit by centimeters.
“Meeee-yow-row-row…” she cried out as if she were in pain and grabbed his hands to sink her nails into his skin. “Mee-yow!”
“Oh, the cat is overstimulated,” he said as he pulled himself up from the floor to take her dishes to the kitchen. “We must cease play for now.”
On the floor, she panted, cried and whined for more. The plug filled her ass, and the swell of pleasure threatened to break her dam of strength. She wanted to rip that corset right off her body. Her hunger for Etienne never ceased. He knew exactly how to play her, and she returned to him every time.
The loud pop in the kitchen startled her, but she remained in character and scurried to duck behind the closest chair.
“Oh, my sweet Janny-cat, did that frighten you? I have treats for you. Yummy treats that you love…”
Peering out from behind the chair she spotted the dish filled with strawberries and champagne. Etienne was always so decadent in their play.
As she lapped at the effervescent goodness, she smiled. He got her favorite, Perrier-Jouët.
“Kitten’s so thirsty,” he observed. “I think she might need a little more…”
Throughout their entire scene so far, Lenny ignored them. Now, though, her ears perked up, and her red eyes widened at the sight of the strawberries. So entranced with the scene, January didn’t notice until Lenny hopped on over to take a bite, but Etienne was quick to scoop her up.
“No, no, Lenora. That’s Mommy’s dish.”
January nearly spit out the champagne while choking with hilarity. “Break…” she managed to say after she finally swallowed. “Don’t make me laugh like that when we’re scening.”
“Ah, but sex is fun,” he reminded her. “So, we play a little rough sometimes. We can still laugh at ourselves.”
Her gaze returned to the bowl. “M’yow-yow…”
“Good kitten….”
Again, January bent down to the bowl, and the champagne went straight to her head. The degrading thrill of getting drunk from a dish brought January to the pinnacle of her arousal. She indulged in the pampering that Etienne afforded her, but she loved when he shamed her even more. Now, she trembled in the throes of taboo play.
“Kitten loves dessert…”
After she’d licked the champagne from the bowl, she took a small strawberry and held it between her teeth like a mouse. She crawled toward him on her hands and knees. At his foot, January sat up and clenched her prey, as of she’d just retrieved a present for her Master.
Etienne got down on one knee and bit into the strawberry. As the juice dribbled down his chin, January licked it away.
“Ah, grooming your Master,” he praised as she continued to drag her tongue over his face. The coarseness of his day-old stubble and the sweetness of the strawberry heightened her senses.
She was so close to his lips that she wanted to kiss them, but she couldn’t interfere with this scene a second time. January’s heart raced with expectation. They’d played these roles a hundred times, but the sexual heat never waned.
With a yawn, he stood up and pulled on her collar. “I’m getting tired, Janny-cat, and I want you to snuggle up with me.”
Etienne held her by the pink leather strap around her neck, as she stretched out her arms to walk beside him. Of course, she struggled to get away, but he kept her in line with his step, and then released her once they reached the bedroom. Deep in concentration, she sat on the floor and focused on her Master. In one leap, she jumped to the bed while Etienne turned on the television for the latest French talent show.
As he dropped the remote, Etienne took her face in his hands and scratched under her chin. “Does my Janny-cat want to snuggle?”
January clawed her way up his chest, unbuttoning a couple of buttons along the way. However, he eased her down to the bed and brushed away the faux-fur from his shirt. He didn’t hate animals—he just harbored disdain for what they did to his wardrobe.
“Frisky kitten tonight…” However, as he tried to concentrate on the television, January cuddled up on his hip.
Closer, she nudged her way toward his cock. He was so hard and tempting, but the rules of the game stopped her from reaching out to squeeze him. Instead, she rested her face right beside his bulge and began to purr, with the hum of her voice reverberating through his jeans.
“Oh, Janny-cat…”
So content, she stretched out and closed her eyes, but she never lost the purr. Elongating her legs to drape over his, she squeezed her ass cheeks to extract every bit of pleasure that she could from her tail.
Then came the sharp pull at her collar. “Kittens are not permitted to come until instructed by their Masters.”
“Reow…” she muttered under her breath.
As his cock stiffened, he stroked her hair and caressed his fingers over the fur trim on her the back of her bustier. Relaxation slackened her body, but she remained fully aware of the feel of his touch and the even rise and fall of his chest.
With her hand resting on his cock, she broke the rules and crooked her fingers around his hardness. She didn’t move to stroke him. She just hummed with contentment and remained still. She appeared to be sleeping, but Etienne knew better. A cat could strike out at any given time.
He reached out to stroke the length of her tail and gave a little pull to her anal plug—just enough to wiggle it slightly. Now, she brushed her cheek against him as if to claim him—to let him know that he was her Master alone.
Heart thundering, she gasped but sunk deeper into his body, molding herself to him. All over her skin, his hands roamed, inciting stimulation with every pat, tap and feel. His quiet laughter rolled between them as he tickled her waist, prompting her soft giggles.
Taking command, he rolled her on to her back. With a leisurely air, his hands swept up to the cups of her bustier, applying just enough pressure to make her squiggle.
January concentrated on the concentric circles his fingers made around her nipples. Her head lobbed around the pillow beneath it. Softly, she mewed as he lured her into his spell with his tenderness.
With a fastidious flair, he unlaced her corset, freeing her breasts from the cups, and she pecked at his hand in warning—in preparation to attack. However, Etienne ignored the signs and dared to pinch her nipples.
“Grrr…” That was her little sign to keep him going.
He enhanced his tease and applied more pressure. She bit down on his fingers again, this time grabbing his hand and sinking her nails into the surface of his skin.
“Easy, wild kitten—play nice!” he scolded. “You have a lot to learn yet. Your Master is just showing you how much he adores you.”
Again, he returned to her breasts, and her low growl built slowly to a roar as his hands continued to manipulate those curves that brought him exquisite pleasure.
Without warning, she grabbed his head and
pulled at his hair. Once, she’d actually scratched him with her nails. Etienne’s forehead bore the tiny scar. He had it photoshopped out of every single album cover since the incident.
War ensued as she wrapped her legs around him, fighting his struggle to contain and restrain her. While they grappled on the bed, she attached her body to his. She pressed her hips into him and rode his cock against her clit.
Frivolity and sadism tangoed in a fury of frustration. Their entire relationship culminated in these split seconds that were filled with love, tenderness, desperation and rage.
Usually, January didn’t fight hard, but that night, the rollercoaster of emotions she’d been riding for two days roused her. The battle that existed in play tethered to reality. Yet as exhaustion over her fears nearly overshadowed her arousal, she’d never been so turned on.
And Etienne’s little Janny-cat grew into a lioness right in his own hands.
Hissing, biting, scratching and snarling, she tore at his shirt until she ripped it. She loved him with every bit of passion in her heart, and she needed him like no other man. She just wanted to claw his eyes out that evening.
Once he finally pinned her down, she continued to bunny-kick him, nearly shoving her foot into his groin. Her arousal poured forth, oozing down to slicken her inner-thighs. Somehow, he managed to force her legs apart, and as he bit down to her clit, she trembled uncontrollably.
“Does Janny-cat need to come? Does she need fucked tonight?” Etienne demanded, his breathing labored. “Want me to open the door and send you out to the neighborhood? Let you roam and get fucked by any alley cat that will take you?”
Those taunting words, as he bent down to give her clit a tempestuous kiss, gave her a rush of unrestrained pleasure.
“Bad Janny-cat!” Etienne spanked her clit with his hand. “Bad little pussy!”
Although she wanted to laugh at his pun, she had other things on her mind.
With every slap of his hand, January felt the pulse of her aching clit, and she needed his cock inside her. Her entire lower body constricted with the threat of her pleasure. Her inner-muscles tightened, and her ass clenched the plug of the tail.
“Meow…?” she asked, hoping he would permit her some comfort in her release.
“So sweet now, when she wants something,” he mumbled. “I’m ready to put you outside, you wild animal.”
Chin quivering and nostrils flaring, January mustered her emotions as if she were ready to cry. In reality, the tears that stung her eyes were born of frustration—with Etienne, with the uncertainty of her life, with this scene. If only he’d permit her his cock, all would be well again for just a few minutes.
As her face softened, he bent down and placed one slow kiss on her lips. “See how nice it can be?” he whispered. “Why does there always have to be an ulterior motive?”
While January didn’t consider moving in together after a five-year relationship to be an “ulterior motive,” she basked in his sudden turn toward sensitivity. They were both on edge—and on the cusp of something else. As she retreated, she craved some sweet assurance that everything was going to be fine.
“My little kitten,” he cooed as he caressed her collar. “Let’s not be difficult. Let’s just enjoy our time tonight…”
His body stretched out languidly beside her, and he circled his arms around her. An air of calm returned, and January nuzzled close to him. His fingers moved her hair aside, and he began to lick the nape of her neck.
January shivered, and then she sighed. She had to come, but she had to wait. Etienne hadn’t yet given her permission.
Eventually, he allowed his hands to wander again, one caressing over her chest but never touching her breasts and the other brushing up and down her thigh. With his intentional touches, Etienne knew that his every move sharpened her provocation.
“Mmm-rrrrow…”
Delicately, his fingers tickled at her lower lips. Dutifully, she licked them clean when he lifted his hand to her mouth. However, Etienne returned to tease her clit. Arousal trickled from her as he dared to slip a finger inside her.
Cascading on this wave of placidity, she sunk deeper into submission. This hypnotic whirl of desire made her feel so cherished. Etienne took care of her in every possible way. Her surrender to him brought January great comfort—delivering the security she needed in her life.
Etienne’s hands repeated their efforts over and over. She fell deeper into subspace, and that’s just where he wanted her.
“See what a good little Janny-cat you can be?” he whispered in her ear. “I…I love you so much…”
Desolation clung to his words as if he knew just how much she’d been hurting. As she absorbed the emotion, she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
“Come.”
That one single word held so much power for January, and his command tempted her into his realm. Orgasm spiraled her to the height of satisfaction. His fingers remained in place, plucking and prodding the pleasure from the roots of her femininity.
Gyrating against his hand, she twisted her face in pleasure and closed her eyes, riding out the wild waves of delirium.
With one hand, Etienne began to undress by tossing his shirt on the floor. His jeans were a struggle, but somehow, he managed. He didn’t want to break contact with January while she was so engrossed in bliss. Watching her writhe under the manipulation of his own hands sent him into overdrive, but he had no intentions of playing rough that evening.
“Oh, kitten, you just cannot stop.” He braced himself above her and carefully removed her tail. He didn’t want to give her too much that night. “I think you need some love…”
As his cock filled her, January grasped his strong biceps and opened her eyes. Etienne looked at her soulfully, relaying his unspoken emotions. His intensity strengthened with every stroke, and he continued to watch her every move.
His thrust struck her a little deeper, and she gripped him inside her as if she refused to let him go. Her orgasm hadn’t quelled—just waned in strength—but now she felt that familiar build again as her hips moved in sync with his.
Clasping her hands behind his neck, she pulled him close, and his lips covered hers, lightly caressing. The tip of his tongue traced around the soft inside of her mouth as he loved her, bridging that fine line between his affection for her and his domination over her.
Although she tried to quicken the pace, Etienne remained slow and steady, giving her just enough to carry on with her orgasm, but allotting her time to ready for the pinnacle of their loving. He adored seeing her through the tease to gratification, and he thrived on her pleasure.
His lips, fingers and cock worked in tandem to elicit the sweet shocks of pleasure that rolled throughout her body. He dropped his head to nuzzle the underside of her breast and then made his way around to take her nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled, flirting with her desires again.
Legs circling his waist, she indulged in every unhurried thrust. She’d had her time. She fought him. But she always returned, begging for redemption and seeking catharsis in his arms.
“Don’t…stop…” his raspy voice issued his charge. “So pretty, Janny…”
So pretty and so loving now, January held on to him with passion and strength. She slipped into that spot where the sensation of his cock propelled her toward divinity. Rocking her hips, she placed all trust in Etienne and allowed him to carry her to the highest peak of the mountain where orgasmic vertigo claimed her—reducing January to a sobbing and shattered wreck in his midst.
No one could love her like that—no one but Etienne.
“Maintenant, Janny. Avec moi—avec moi.” Now, Janny. With me—with me.
Flailing her arms and legs unwittingly in the throes of delight, January lost herself in the fulfillment of her final release. Gratification consumed her, surrounding her with a red-hot heat that left her burning for more.
In fact, she had to gather her bearings as he eased her back to reality. “La petite mort…
” Etienne spoke softly as his lips whispered over her face, kissing away the sweat and tears.
January understood that phrase well. “Little death,” in literal translation, was a literary term embodying those blackout moments she often faced right after a trip to subspace. Essentially, one died a little death after indulging in libidinous pleasures.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he cradled her head against him. “You were spectacular this evening.”
Giving her shoulder a shake, he spoke a little louder this time. “Janny, talk to me…Janny?”
As she opened her eyes, a giant smile curved on her lips. “Meow.”
Chapter Five
No one cleaned house quite like January.
Refreshed, she awakened with a hopeful smile on her face, and she placed a tender kiss on Etienne’s neck before she crawled out of bed to tackle the day. First, though, she had to dress.
After a quick shower, she slipped into her somewhat tattered maid’s uniform and applied her make-up. Always thrifty, she thought she’d get one more wear out of that costume before tossing it in the trash.
Feet dragging beneath her, she slipped along to the kitchen and discovered Etienne’s mess from the previous evening. Suddenly, the world seemed to unravel once again.
He loved to play, but he wasn’t so fond of cleaning up afterward. January usually took care of tidying, and that morning, she sighed with a trace of disdain, but she tugged on her thigh-highs and dove in.
Sometimes, January thought that Etienne had just grown accustomed to having service at his fingertips with his countless nights spent in hotels. January understood the distinct cultural connotation with the French and hotel living. Hell, even Coco Chanel made her home at the Ritz. What January couldn’t fathom was the fact that she’d offered him a comfortable place to stay right in her own apartment, yet he couldn’t seem to make that connection.
Perhaps, if she convinced him that cohabitation was the answer, they could just hire a maid—an old, ugly maid, of course. The money he squandered on his bills from the Plaza Athènée alone would certainly cover the salary.
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