Her throat tightened at his somber tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Come sit with me.” He tugged her over to the low, wide chair in the corner of the living area. The bag sounded heavy as it hit the floor with a thunk. He pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him. His lips dropped to her bare collarbone, traveled along the curve of her neck to her jaw, pressing soft, ticklish kisses every inch or so. Her breasts ached and nipples grew hard as he teased her skin with his gentle kisses.
One big hand spanned her back. The other curled in her hair. Their gazes met, hers questioning and his concerned. “Tell me, Vicious. Just tell me what’s bothering you.”
“General Thorn has come to the Valiant. He’s on a layover on his way to the Beringer field.”
“Oh. And that’s bad?”
“Not usually,” Vicious answered carefully. “He’s a good soldier and an upstanding man but he has specific tastes. He likes to throw private parties in his quarters for the officers. The mated officers,” he clarified. “I received an invitation not long ago.”
Hallie’s mouth went dry. She fought to swallow. “I take it I won’t like this kind of party.”
“Not likely,” Vicious replied honestly. “You’re so new to this. I don’t even know if it’s something you’d ever enjoy. It’s not exactly something I’m keen for either.”
She wrung her hands. “What, exactly, goes on at these parties?”
He eyed her for a long moment. With a sigh, he reached down and grabbed the bag. He hauled it onto the arm of the chair and fished out one item.
She stared at it for a second, unsure of what it was. “Is that…is that a cat mask?”
He nodded. “The general likes to see women dressed as cats.”
Hallie gawked at the strange, shiny mask, the material some kind of synthetic that she’d never seen. At first, she couldn’t believe Vicious was serious. Then she realized how ridiculous it was. A burst of laughter escaped her lips. She couldn’t contain it and giggled even louder. “Oh, Vicious. You’re joking! You can’t possibly expect me to believe that grown women will be walking around in cat costumes!”
He frowned. “Why are you laughing? And who said anything about walking?” He shook his head. “Crawling, Hallie. You’ll be crawling if we go to this party. You will play the part of a properly trained cat. You will sit at my feet or on my lap. You will eat and drink from a dish. You will purr when told and play with toys.”
Her jaw dropped. “Vicious, this is insanity.”
He shrugged. “We’re all entitled to our kinks.”
“Yes, but this isn’t yours. It’s the general’s.”
“Tonight, if we go, it’s mine. Ours,” he corrected.
“If we go?” Was he offering her a choice to say no? Because she was going to jump on it.
“Last night, you were panicked and scared in my restraints. Make no mistake, Hallie. I enjoy having you restrained and will restrain you again when I think you’re ready to try, but I won’t inflict harm on you, emotional, physical or mental.” He leaned his head back against the chair. “I worry that if we go tonight, if you see how intense this world can be, you might be harmed.”
“Intense? How?” She needed more information. Right now, her mind was going to some awfully dark places.
“There may—will—be public sex. Wife swapping is likely.”
“Sw-swapping?” Her stomach lurched. “No, Vicious. Please.”
He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. “I will never share you, Hallie. You needn’t worry about that. Other men, however…”
“Why?”
“I know you don’t understand it but some women enjoy the swapping experience. There are husbands who enjoy watching their wives receiving pleasure at the hands of another man. It’s not wrong for a husband to give his wife her fantasy.”
“No, I suppose it’s not.”
“Do you have fantasies?”
“What? No!” She shook her head. “When in the world was I supposed to have the time to fantasize? Most nights, I dropped into bed so tired I could barely think. Until very recently, I’d had three of my nieces in bed with me. No, definitely no fantasizing going on in my head.”
“Well we’ll have to change that.”
“Why?”
“Fantasizing is healthy,” he replied. “If you have fantasies or secret needs, I will be the one to make them a reality for you.”
“Swapping you for another man isn’t ever going to be one of them.” She played with one of the matte black buttons lining the front of his uniform shirt. “I wouldn’t like that.”
“No, I don’t think you would.”
She continued to play with the button. “If we don’t go, will you get in trouble? I mean, this man is your superior, right? Will he hold it against you?” She lifted her gaze to his face and saw the briefest twitch in his cheek. “Don’t lie to me, Vicious. I know what you’re thinking. You want to protect me. You don’t want to make me feel guilty. Just lay it out for me. Just the facts.”
He seemed reluctant but admitted, “He’ll hold it against me.”
“It will impact your career?”
“Yes.”
“Which will impact our lives.”
“Yes.” His voice was softer now. “I’m sorry, Hallie. I’d hoped we’d be further along in our relationship before this issue ever came up.”
“Life rarely follows a plan.” She drew her initials on Vicious’ thick arm, her fingertips swiping over his tanned skin. “You won’t let another man touch me.”
“Never.”
“And I just have to act like a cat, right?”
“Basically.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Basically?”
He nodded. “I don’t know the specifics of how the night will go down. I’ve never been to one of these parties. Even as an officer, I wasn’t allowed to join.”
“Because you didn’t have a wife?”
“Yes.”
“And now you do.”
He smiled and caressed her face. “Yes.”
“How long before we leave?” She didn’t even bother masking the hopeful tone in her voice. Sitting on Vicious’ lap was doing a number on her. She was hyper-aware of his scent and heat. His warm hand sliding up and down her back left her tingling and needy.
“Not long enough,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I tried to get back quickly but there were some last-minute issues with a recon team and then I had to get to the supply shop.”
She touched the bag. “What else is in there?”
He pushed it toward her. “Take a look.”
As if reaching into a bag full of snakes, she slipped her hand into the sack and felt around. Her fingers touched on something that felt like clothing. She pulled it out and almost died. “No, Vicious! I can’t wear this!”
“Why not?” He fingered the flimsy pair of black-and-orange-striped panties and the matching bra. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”
Her face flamed. “I don’t mind if you see me in it but not those other men.”
“It was this outfit or nothing, Hallie.”
She gulped. “Nothing? There will be naked women there?”
“It’s likely. I once went to a pet party that was arranged for us aboard a sky brothel. Most of the women were nude and wearing various masks and tails. Some of them had body paint. Others wore lingerie like this.”
She started to protest the outfit but realized she was probably better off saying thank you. At least he wasn’t going to make her go naked. “Wait. Did you say tails?”
Vicious reached into the bag and withdrew a black-and-orange cat’s tail attached to…well…she wasn’t sure what that was. He must have seen the confusion in her face. “It’s a plug, Hallie. It goes—”
She put her fingers against his lips, quickly silencing him. Shame turned her face red. “Yes, Vicious. I’ve figured out where it goes.”
He slowly dragged her fingers away from his mouth but kissed each fi
ngertip before letting them drop. “Are you afraid to try?”
“Are you serious? I thought you were going to kill me last night just putting your…”
“Cock?”
“Yes.”
“In your pussy?”
“Vicious!” She eyed him in frustration. “I’m not saying those words now.”
“You said them last night.” He nibbled at her wrist, setting her skin alight. Little shivers rocked her core.
“That was different.”
“Why?”
“It just was.” She bit back a moan as his hand moved to her breast. His huge palm completely covered her small bit of flesh. The calluses rasped her skin. “Vicious.” Her voice was softer now, needier. “You said we didn’t have a lot of time.”
“We don’t.” Without warning, he picked her up and carried her to the couch. He lowered her onto the squeaky cushions and parted her thighs with his massive hands. “I have to taste you.”
Before she could stop him, his mouth dropped to her sex. She cried out in shock at the sudden assault. “Vicious! Oh! Oh!”
His tongue flicked her clit. She scratched her fingers through his super-short hair and tried to find something to hold onto as he licked and sucked the pink pearl. Panting and clutching at him, she went from barely aroused to begging for release in no time at all. His skillful tongue lapped at her clit while a thick finger breached her pussy. He thrust in and out, slowly at first but building speed, until she threw back her head and screamed his name. Her orgasm was hard and fast, the pulses of bliss so bright and sharp they left her breathless and shaking.
She expected Vicious to unzip his pants and mount her but he didn’t. He wiped his mouth on her lower belly and then claimed her lips in a tender kiss. Their tongues dueled but it was Vicious who won the battle. He smiled against her mouth. “I had no idea this room had such an echo.”
She blushed. “I can’t help it. You make me lose control.”
He grinned. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever received.” He pecked her lips again. “Wait here.”
He stood and crossed to the bag they’d abandoned. He pulled out a tall, cylindrical bottle and grabbed the tail-plug thing. He dropped the bottle of clear gel onto the couch next to her but took the tail into the kitchen. She heard water splashing into the sink. When he returned, he was drying off the plug end of the tail. She gaped at him. “You did not just wash that thing in our kitchen sink!”
Vicious laughed so loud, the sound so similar to a bark it made her smile. “It just came out of its package, Hallie. It’s brand new.”
“Still…”
Shaking his head and chuckling, he sat down next to her. She gasped in surprise when he picked her up and dragged her across his lap. The guy sure had a thing about manhandling her. Face down and bottom in the air, she tried to wiggle free. “Vicious! What are you doing?”
His big paw smacked her backside and she yelped. “Be still, Kitten.”
“That’s not funny,” she growled.
He chuckled. “I thought it was rather apropos, all things considered.”
“You’re something else, you know that? I mean—ow!”
Vicious smacked her bottom again. “Hush and hold still.”
She gritted her teeth. “That’s easy for you to say. I’m not trying to shove something in your backside.”
“Relax.” He swept his hand down her back and over her bottom. He kneaded her plump cheeks and the tops of her thighs. It felt strange at first to have him touching her like that, but as with everything Vicious did to her body, she started to enjoy it. He shifted her atop his lap, sliding her back a little. Her toes touched the floor now but only just. “Open your thighs for me.”
She didn’t fight him and slid them apart as much as she could in that awkward position. His fingertips grazed her pussy. She hissed as he found her still-sensitive clit. “Ah!”
“That’s it, Kitten. Just enjoy my fingers in your sweet pink cunt.”
She gasped at the word he’d used. From his lips, it didn’t sound at all like an insult. He said it almost adoringly.
“Oh!” Two fingers penetrated her pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath as her body tried to accept his wide, long digits. He was so gentle. His fingers slid inside at an achingly slow pace. When his thumb brushed her clit, she almost jumped off his lap. It felt so good that her toes curled. “Vicious, please.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He worked her into a frenzied state but backed off every time she got close. It was the snapping lid that pulled her from the haze of arousal. She tensed as a cold dollop of the clear stuff oozed between her butt cheeks. She tried to squeeze them together but he wouldn’t let her. “No, Hallie. Relax. Let me in.”
“Vicious,” she pleaded. “I don’t like this.”
“We haven’t even tried it yet. Let’s see how it goes.”
She gulped and nodded. She unclenched her cheeks and shuddered when the fingers of his other hand parted her. Just knowing he was staring at that part of her made Hallie want to die from mortification. A big finger swirled around the pucker hidden there. “Ah!”
It didn’t feel bad. It felt…good? No, that couldn’t be right. It wasn’t supposed to feel good to be touched there. It was dirty and wrong and—oh wow. She inhaled a shaky breath as his finger penetrated her. He slid inside carefully and then held still. It was the fingers of his other hand, the fingers buried in her pussy and playing with her clit, that began to move again.
And it was so good. Too good, really. She clutched at his calf and prayed she wouldn’t fall off his lap when she climaxed. There was no fighting it now. She knew without a doubt that Vicious would drive her over the edge and into that abyss of ecstasy.
“Vicious! Vicious! I—ah!”
“Come for me, Hallie. Come hard for your master.”
“Unnnhhhh!” The guttural sound escaped her throat on a low groan. She rocked on his lap as wave after wave of pure delight swamped her. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Vicious growled with excitement but still didn’t try to take her. She trembled with the aftershocks of the wondrous orgasm he’d given her when he removed the finger from her ass, spread more of the slippery gel there and gently pushed the plug inside her.
She started to beg him to take it away but then decided she could do this. It wasn’t painful so much as odd. When it finally plopped inside her bottom, she moaned. It just felt so bizarre to have something in there. The weight of the tail added to the weirdness. She gave an experimental wiggle of her backside and grimaced. “Oh, that’s so strange.”
Vicious chuckled. “It looks strange from this end.”
She frowned. “Please don’t make fun of me.”
“Oh Hallie.” He rubbed her bottom. “I would never make fun of you, not after this sacrifice you’ve made for me.”
Staring at the floor, she whispered, “It’s not a sacrifice. I’m doing this for us. I know you’d do the same thing if the roles were reversed.”
“I would,” he assured her as he helped her stand. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and tried to get used to the plug in her bottom. He leaned forward and kissed her belly and then each breast. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but if it starts to hurt, tell me. I bought the tiniest plug in the shop. It’s rated for extended wear but you’re new to this.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely let you know when I’m ready for it to come out.”
He kissed her neck and stood. “I’ll be right back. I need to change.”
She waited in the living room while he darted into the bedroom. She practiced walking from one end of the couch to the other. Her gait was uneven and cautious at first. The more she practiced, the easier it became to forget the thing stuck in her bottom. The tip of the cat tail tickled her thighs though. She wasn’t very fond of that feeling.
When Vicious returned, he wore a different uniform. This one had a dressier look to it than the more utilitarian uniform he’d just been wearing. She noticed he
’d switched out his heavy black boots for a shinier, nicer pair. There were so many stripes on this uniform’s chest. She didn’t know a lot about the military but she understood they earned those for every successful engagement. Vicious had clearly been in more than his fair share of scrapes.
He picked up the cat-themed lingerie set and gestured for her to join him. He cracked a smile. “I know I said this cat thing wasn’t my kink but you look incredibly sexy with that tail.”
She dared to thump his arm with her smaller fist. “If you think it’s so sexy, maybe you can wear it next time.”
He rubbed his arm and frowned down at her. “You pack quite a punch, little one.”
“I had three older brothers, Vicious. I learned to defend myself at an early age.”
He made a humph sound and knelt down in front of her. “Left foot.”
She did as instructed and let him help her into the panties. There was a little slit in the back to let the tail poke through and Vicious guided it in place. The bra fit fairly well but was a tad roomy in the cups. “Sorry,” she said, abashed. “I’m not exactly well-endowed.”
“Hush.” He kissed the swell of each breast. “They’re sexy as fuck.”
“Oh.” Well then…
He grinned and captured her mouth. Standing, he put his hands on her shoulders. With a sigh, he said, “I have to leash you tonight, Hallie. We’ll walk to the general’s apartments, but when we get there, you’ll have to crawl.”
“Right.” She swallowed hard. “Am I allowed to speak?”
He shook his head. “I’ll speak for you.”
“Okay.”
He tipped her chin. “Remember what I told you last night. I’m not interested in a full-time slave. This is just one night. Think of it as a game.”
“A game? I can do that.” She’d have to do that. His career was on the line. He obviously didn’t want her to put that pressure on herself but she sensed it wouldn’t go well for him if she wasn’t on her best behavior. “I won’t embarrass you or let you down, Vicious. I’ll be the best damn cat you’ve ever seen.”
He laughed and embraced her. She closed her eyes as his heat enveloped her. “Of that, I have no doubt.”
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