He just couldn't bring himself to fuck that Alexandra again, when Lexi consumed his mind. It didn't seem fair to any of them. Not tonight.
He’d been out here for a long time. Hours. Alexandra would’ve already left anyway, probably pissed. Rightfully pissed.
He'd clear his head, have some flowers flown onto the ship to give to Alexandra to make up for the way he'd disappeared, then fuck her tomorrow night. Right now, he’d lose himself the way he had for the last four years since he’d walked away from Lexi: by throwing himself into work. He had a tiny private office set up near the server room. There was plenty to concentrate on there that didn’t involve women.
He had just slipped into the door of the tiny office when he saw someone hurry by. If he had been ten seconds earlier he wouldn’t have seen her at all. The flash of a long blonde braid escaping from under the wearer's hoodie was what first caught his attention. But the trim hips and legs let him know that the ass he'd just been fucking down on the Dungeon deck was currently sneaking into the server room.
There weren't many reasons why Alexandra Silver would be sneaking into the server room at this hour. None of them were good. She had access to it all she wanted during the day. Coming here at night could only be for criminal purposes. Looked like she was the thief after all.
He wanted to proceed in there and confront her, demand she explain how she could’ve been so sweetly submissive just a few hours ago and then stealing from him now. But his time in the Special Forces and years of business had taught him nothing if not patience.
Jackson would let this play out. Let Alexandra do whatever she’d come to do in the server room. He'd bring in Donovan and computer specialists after she was gone, see exactly what she'd done. But no matter what, she was caught.
One way or another, whether she could explain her actions or not, Alexandra Silver was fucked.
Chapter Nine
For Jackson. Another story to pass the time.
The Naughty Kitty
I had been a bad girl. Again.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I really am a brat at heart. Maybe sometimes I’m bad just because I like to get punished. Because I like to keep Master on his toes.
But maybe this time I went too far.
We were going on a special weekend getaway in a couple of weeks. To the beach. I wanted to have the perfect outfits to wear. I tried on just about everything in my closet but nothing looked the way I wanted to. I'll admit, I got mad. Maybe threw a little temper tantrum. Maybe threw my clothes all over the floor and knocked everything from the shelves in my closet.
I promise I would've cleaned everything back up. It would've taken me a while, but I would've done it. But I have to admit it was a huge mess.
And that was just when Master walked in.
“What is going on here?” he asked from the doorway of the closet.
I knew immediately he was angry. Very angry. My response didn't help.
“I couldn't find anything to wear.”
I didn't mean for it to sound as childish and bratty as it did, but looking back now I realize that's exactly how it sounded. Master just narrowed his eyes.
“I will clean it up,” I whined.
His voice took on a dark tone. “Count on it. You will clean up every bit of this mess, but you will do it later, naked, after you've been punished.”
“Master—”
“Not a single word more. If you're going to act like an animal, I'm going to treat you like one. We're still going to the club tonight as planned. Strip naked right now and get yourself on the bed in diaper position.”
I could already feel tears filling my eyes. I hated the diaper position. It was so humiliating. Master knew it.
“I'm going to get my wide belt. If you're not on the bed naked in position by the time I get there, I will double your punishment.”
His wide belt?
I immediately began stripping my clothes off. If he was getting his wide belt, he meant to make sure I felt ever spank he gave me. God, it hurt so much. Doubling whatever he had planned was not what I wanted.
I got onto the bed on my back, ass at the edge as I knew he would want, and spread my legs, pulling them up and wide, my knees close to my ears. Diaper position was exactly like it sounded, a humiliating pose holding my legs up in the air. Getting fucked this way isn't so bad, but being spanked....
Tears were already leaking out of my eyes.
“Crying already? You acted like a toddler, throwing a temper tantrum, so you will definitely be spanked in this position. Once I feel you've had enough then we'll begin tonight's real punishment.”
Not having a number was never good. Master meant to give me a good and hard spanking I wouldn't forget.
He did.
By the fifth blow with his wide belt I was sobbing. The burn wasn't pleasant. It just hurt.
“Grab your ankles and pull them past your head.”
He showed no mercy on my thighs and sit spots now that they were exposed to him. I wailed. Swore I would never do anything like that again.
“Oh I know.” He finally put the belt down. My ass and thighs felt like they were on fire.
“You will stay there while I get the items we need for the club. Tonight you will not be going as my sub. You will be going as my kitty. Little kitty is a wild animal who doesn't have any control, so I'll see if anyone wants to help me tame you.”
I looked at him through my legs still up in the air, trying to read more from his expression. But it was shuttered. A kitty? We'd never done anything like this before.
He ran his finger down my thigh and ass and my breath hissed out even at that light touch. “Everyone will see that you are a well-spanked kitty. But if more spankings are needed, we will continue them at the club. Right now draw your knees up while I get the lube. All kitties must have a tail.”
He was back a moment later squeezing lube directly onto my asshole. I let out a squeak as his fingers worked his way inside me, stretching me. Then he held a butt plug in front of my gaze.
I didn't know what dismayed me more, the size of the plug or the long gray and white kitty tail that was attached to it.
“This will be in your ass all night. I chose one large enough for you to remember that this sort of behavior will not be tolerated.”
I felt tears leak from my eyes at the thought of how badly I had disappointed him with my behavior. “Yes, Master. I am so sorry.”
He trailed his fingers down my cheek. “I know you are, love. But not as sorry as you will be before the night is over. Reach down and spread your cheeks, keep your legs up.”
Working the large plug in was almost as painful as the spanking. It stretched my back hole so wide I didn't know if I was going to be able to take it. “Master!” I squealed at the widest part.
Then he began to fuck me with it, play with me, easing it out then back to the widest point. “Naughty kitties get their asses stretched. Remember that, next time you're throwing thing from shelves.”
I cried as he fucked me a little longer, the burning in my asshole matching the burn of my skin from his spanking. Finally he took mercy on me and pushed it all the way in. I breathed a little in relief as the base sat firm against my cheeks. He picked up the soft tail and rubbed it against my skin.
“Up you go, let's get the rest of your kitty outfit on.”
That included black thigh-highs and heels, some cat ears that matched the fluffy tail and a collar with an o-ring so he could add a leash. Otherwise I was completely naked. And everyone would be able to see my ass striped from the belt.
He didn't even let me put on an overcoat as we drove to the club. I wondered what he would do if we got pulled over.
Probably make me purr and lick the police officer with my little kitty lips. I got a little wet at the thought and shifted in my seat. The plug moved painfully in my ass.
“Tonight you are a cat. You will not speak a single word because cats can't talk. If you do speak, I'll let people take tur
ns fucking you with the plug and put a ring gag in your mouth.”
My teeth clenched. A ring gag would force my mouth to stay in an open “O,” the perfect size for a cock to fit in. It didn't take long for it to become uncomfortable. And in the club it would be an open invitation to fuck my mouth, if Master gave permission.
“This will help you remember not to talk.” He took out a ribbon the same color as my flesh and tied it around my head, though my mouth, tying it under my hair. He was right, it wouldn't actually stop me from talking, but it would remind me I wasn't supposed to.
Plus, attached to it at the corners of my mouth were little cat whiskers. My kitty outfit was complete.
As soon as we were inside, he made me get down on all fours and follow him around on the leash. He was sure to parade me past people I knew. I heard people tsk and discuss how I'd obviously been a naughty kitty with how well-spanked my ass was.
I was mortified as Master told them all what I had done in the closet to deserve to get punished. They all agreed I probably needed more.
Master asked one of the servers to bring a bowl of milk for his pet. He released my whiskers ribbon and gestured to the bowl. “Drink, little kitty. Then I'll let you play at the scratching post.”
Everyone was watching as if I was truly some sort of pet as I bent forward and lapped at the cream. I felt fingers slip into my pussy; knew they were Master’s by the way he moved them. Licking from the bowl was difficult enough without Master getting me so worked up. By the time I finished there was cream all over my face and Master's fingers. But he had been very careful not to let me come.
The milk remained on my face as he led me over to the cat scratching post area by my leash. There were multiple posts that had been anchored to the ground, extending up to two feet in the air, all of them covered and layered by rough hewn rope.
Some other masters' pets were already playing there, rubbing their bodies against the poles from different angles, obviously enjoying the friction of the rough ropes against their breasts and pussies. There was a lot purring going on as the kittens looked coyly at their masters. This didn't look so bad.
But then Master led me over to a far corner of the cat pen where one cat — I giggled when I saw the Hello Kitty ball-gag in her mouth — was definitely not having a good time like the others. She was faced away from the scratching post, her ass pressed up against it, as she rocked herself back and forth. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
“There's a hook on the post that attaches to your plug,” Master explained. ”You will rock yourself against it like this bad kitty until I tell you to stop. If you stop, before I tell you to, we'll have some other kitties give you a spanking, then will begin again. I want you to remember that your behavior today was not acceptable.”
I wanted to beg, to explain to Master how uncomfortable the large butt plug was already, but at the last minute remembered I wasn't allowed to talk. I gave a soft mewling sound instead, rubbing my head up against Master's knee.
He just shook his head. “Bratty subs get punished. I want you to be sore enough that you remember this next time you're tempted to throw a temper tantrum. Now position yourself against the post.”
The hook was at the opposite side of the other bad kitty, so I placed myself against it, my legs tangling with hers. Master moved my tail out of the way so he could attach my plug to the post. I gasped feeling the rough rope against my ass crack. I hadn't even started moving yet and it was already uncomfortable.
“That's right.” Master was smiling. “You're going to fuck your own ass for me while I go have a drink, and tell everyone what you did to deserve this. Get yourself nice and sore so this is a long-lasting lesson.”
I moved tentatively against the scratching post, my breath already picking up. Every time I moved, my plug stayed stationary. Like Master said, I was, in essence, fucking my own ass for him.
And it hurt. Within just a few minutes, I understood now why the Hello Kitty cat was crying.
Not just because it hurt, which it did, but because all the other kitties were getting to play and have a good time and be petted by their Masters. I had been a naughty kitty. Instead of my Master tell everyone how beautiful and lovely I was, he was getting them to watch me work my ass against the pole because I had been so bad.
I wished I could go home right now and pick up every single item I'd thrown on the floor. I would never do anything like this again.
My humiliation was even worse when Hello Kitty's Mistress came and released her from the scratching post, leading the sobbing cat away. I could see Master explaining to yet another person the state of our closet from where he sat at the bar. I worked myself harder on the post — mewling sounds escaping my lips — to try to make Master proud of me again.
Finally, he returned to me. He crouched down and lifted my chin up with his finger. “Has naughty kitty learned her lesson?”
“Meow.” I nodded enthusiastically.
“And Kitty understands that tomorrow she will receive another spanking and this plug will go back in. Then she will clean the entire closet from top to bottom.”
That wouldn't be fun, but I knew I deserved it. I nodded again and Master stroked my head between my cat ears.
“Punishment is over. Let's get you off the scratching post and bring you over for a little petting time.”
He led me back over to a large pillow on the ground by his table. “I'm going to bind you like a true kitty so everyone knows they can come pet you.” Master got out a long length of soft ribbon. “Bend your elbows and put your wrists to your shoulders.”
He wrapped the ribbon around and around my arm, securely binding my forearm to my upper arm, then did the same with the other. My hands were completely useless now, secured up at my shoulders.
“On your back, knees bent.” He took two more lengths of ribbon and wrapped them around her legs, binding my ankles to the tops of my thighs, all the way down to my knees. When he was done, all I could do was flail my limbs around.
Master picked me up and put me on all fours, my weight resting on my knees and elbows. My high heel shoes were brushing my ass cheeks. He ran his hand from between my cat ears all the way down my spine to my tail, then picked it up and swished it against my skin.
“Very nice,” Master murmured, looking me up and down. I felt heat begin to gush in my pussy. I loved seeing Master so proud and hot for me.
“We won't leave you on these little legs because you're not used to it.” He scooped me up and laid me on the pillow on my back. Tied as I was, I was completely helpless. “Now you just stay right there. I have lots of friends who want to pet the pretty pussy now that your punishment is over.”
For the next thirty minutes Master allowed anyone who desired to pet me do so. Hands gently caressed my breasts, belly and especially my pussy.
“Pussy has a very lovely pussy,” one master joked.
I wasn't allowed to talk, only to meow or purr at their touch. I lay there helpless, limbs bound, my mind in a state of constant bliss as each person put me in whatever position they wanted, to pet me. Some turned me over to play with my tail and ass. Some kept me on my back to stroke me up and down my torso. All of them made sure to pet the pussy as Master asked.
I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, each time looking at Master's amused smile as I came. He loved his kitty, even when I had been very naughty.
When we returned home that night, Master fucked me while the huge butt plug was still in my ass. He wanted me on top, reverse cowgirl style holding his ankles. I sobbed and mewled and screeched with every cat noise I knew — still not allowed to talk. Pleasure crashed over me as he played with the plug, having my ass facing him, and fucked my already swollen pussy thoroughly and deeply.
The next day, my ass burning twice as bad from the spanking and putting the huge plug with the tail back in, I cleaned up every single item in the closet, moaning every time I had to bend down.
But I made sure the cat ears hung promine
ntly on a hook where Master would be sure to see them. I definitely wanted to be his Kitty again soon.
I was his, forever.
Chapter Ten
Lexi had been too ramped to go back to her cabin after setting the trap in the server room. It was one of the most clever programs she'd ever written on the fly. It would actually look like she was the one skimming from Jackson, but soon it would collect data to prove who the real thief was. Once she had her proof she could confront the thief. Or tell Jackson.
If he was still speaking to her after she told him she was Lexi later today.
The Celestial had docked sometime in the last hour in the beautiful town of Bari, on the southern coast of Italy. Soon people would be getting off the ship to go explore. Lexi hadn’t even thought of what she might like to do. Hadn’t thought much past telling Jackson the truth.
She was sitting at the dawn breakfast buffet area, in a corner table, keeping her back to the rest of the people in the room and her hoodie up. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to sit here and figure out how she was going to explain all of this situation to him.
Their reasons for being apart four years ago no longer existed — she was definitely not too young or inexperienced for him — but that didn't mean he wouldn’t be furious that the ass he'd had his dick buried in last night belonged to the same woman he'd left because she'd been too innocent for him.
She should've told him before now, before all the letters, but hadn't known how. Still didn't know how.
She felt a hand grab the back of her neck over her hoodie just as she stood up.
“I hope you weren't planning on going into Italy today because you're not getting off this ship.”
Jackson. And he sounded pissed. Oh God, somehow he had seen her or figured it out on his own.
“Jackson...” She tried to spin around so she could see him, talk to him face to face, but he kept his hand clamped on her neck.
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