by Sara Fields
He led me into the kitchen. It was far larger than I expected. All the countertops were made of marble. The island was enormous and featured a stovetop and sink. There were a multitude of stainless-steel appliances, so much so that any chef would be at home with everything they would ever need at their disposal. The backsplash was white tile with dark gray veining throughout. It was all so extravagant that I almost wanted to cook myself, but I had no idea what I was doing in the kitchen. Most of my meals comprised of cereal and frozen dinners.
Silas rang a small silver bell sitting on the counter. He sat down at the table and gathered me in his arms. Less than a minute later, another man joined us in the kitchen. He didn’t flinch or gaze at me with any sort of interest when he entered. Instead, he politely greeted Silas and waited for instructions.
“Chloe, this is Matt. He’s my personal chef and he’ll prepare your dinner for you tonight. Now, what would you like to eat?” Silas asked, all while he was softly running his hands up and down my arms.
I swallowed nervously, my nipples hardening at the fact that I was just about entirely naked and dressed as a kitten in front of another man. I tried to think of something that I wanted to eat, but I kept coming up blank.
“Ummm,” I began, biting my lip as I tried to bide my time before I could come up with what I wanted to eat for dinner.
“Matt is very good at cooking a delicious plate of tuna. Would you like something like that?” Silas guided and I was grateful for the suggestion.
“I’ve never had something like that, but I like sushi very much and I like tuna,” I answered. I could feel Silas grinning against my shoulder.
“Prepare the best piece you have, Matt. Sear it lightly and leave it rare. Also, make that ginger rice you do so well and make sure to include some soy sauce and wasabi as well,” Silas replied.
I chewed the inside of my cheek, still feeling awfully naked and quite self-conscious. I pressed against Silas for support, and for some reason, that offered me confidence.
I watched as the chef prepared my meal, all while I sat in Silas’ lap. His arm was wound tightly around my torso and it was comforting at the same time it was restraining. I leaned against him, watching as the chef lightly oiled the pain and took several ingredients out of the fridge in order to prepare the food.
He placed a thick piece of red tuna in the pan and the sound of the searing meat was like music to my ears. My mouth began to water as he seasoned it. I was so very famished, and I couldn’t wait to take a bite. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long because he only had it in the pan for a few quick minutes before he plated it. He mixed the rice together with oil and what appeared to be ginger paste in a much smaller pan. Before I knew it, he was sliding a plate in front of me and I reached to take the silverware beside it.
The chef popped open a bottle of red wine, deftly pouring it into a glass and put it on the table in front of me along with the food. I licked my lips, looking forward to the taste of everything on my tongue.
Silas gently took a hold of my wrist and stopped me from taking the fine silver into my fingers. I stilled and stared as he took a hold of them himself. His arms still secure around me, he began to cut into the tuna. The knife slid through the expensive fish as if it were butter and my mouth watered as he gathered a small amount of rice, making the perfect first bite. Carefully, he lifted the fork to my lips, and I took the food in my mouth without hesitation.
The tuna tasted as good as it looked and I moaned, unable to contain how much I enjoyed it. I was so hungry that I didn’t even attempt to fight him as he fed me. I kept my hands in my lap, dutifully opening my mouth for every bite.
I tried not to think about the fact that I was a grown woman being fed by a man. I was fully capable of feeding myself, but it felt nice to be taken care of like this, at least for the moment. For some strange reason, the entire experience felt seductive in its own way. He was in control and as he cut and prepared every delicious morsel for me to consume, I felt small, vulnerable, but cherished in a way I’d never experienced before. I squirmed in his lap just the slightest bit and accidentally rubbed my pussy against his thigh, causing him to chuckle softly in my ear.
“I have more plans for you later, kitten. For now, you will be patient and finish your dinner while you sit here in my lap,” he commanded quietly, but there was a certain twinge of amusement to his tone that made me want to wiggle again just because, so I did. He laughed out loud this time before he placed the fork down on the table. His palm caressed my pussy, softly cupping it as he used a single finger to lightly graze over my clit. I ground into his finger and he chuckled a bit more before his palm slapped my pussy. Immediately, my body tightened around the plug in my bottom as the delicious sting burst across my pussy and even deeper into my core.
“Behave, kitten, or else I’ll have to spank you in front of my chef,” he warned, and I shivered, unable to help myself as my nipples tightened with arousal at the thought. When his hand left the sensitive flesh between my thighs, I sighed softly, both in relief that he wasn’t going to spank me there again and also in disappointment that I wasn’t going to come right there in his lap.
He lifted the glass of wine and carefully brought it to my lips. With a certain practiced diligence, he tipped the glass toward me enough that I could take a small sip and I hummed happily as the taste of an expensive dry cabernet washed over my tongue. He pulled it away and I found my gaze drawn to the red liquid as he held it in front of me.
“Would you like some more wine, kitten?” he asked, and I nodded, before I remembered that he expected me to answer him.
“Yes, sir,” I said quietly, and he hummed with approval. He allowed me to take two more sips before he put it back down on the table and returned to the meal in front of me. I ate every last bite of that delicious food until the plate was empty. When we were done, the chef whisked the plate away and Silas allowed me several more sips of wine.
“Come now, let’s watch a movie before we get ready for bed,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up off his lap. My tail swung beneath me and I blushed, knowing that the chef could see it and he’d know that it was attached to me by a plug in my bottom hole. I tried not to think about it, but my pussy clenched all the same.
I both hated and liked that I was turned on by that.
We left the kitchen and he carried me into an extravagant theater room. There was a massive circle shaped chair in the center, which he placed me down on before climbing onto it himself. There were a multitude of pillows and when he finally got settled, I curled around him. As I pressed my ear against his chest, the gentle sound of his heartbeat lulled me into an intense state of calm and relaxation. The screen flickered in front of us, and a movie started playing on it. His fingers petted my skin and when I shivered just a little bit, he covered me in a blanket. I pressed myself more firmly against him, and the warmth of his body surrounded me like a tender embrace.
I didn’t really pay attention to what was happening in the movie. Instead, I just stared at the screen and spent much of it reflecting on what had happened over the course of the last week. I didn’t yet understand why, but I felt drawn to this man in a way I had never even remotely experienced before. He was cruel at times and remarkably kind at others. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize the movie had ended until the beats of a pop song made the speakers pulse all around us.
“Do you really think I have what it takes to make it big?” I asked quietly.
“I know you do. You have real talent, kitten, and I’m going to make sure you’re given every opportunity to show it,” he replied, his voice firm and a certain proud confidence that unnerved me at the same time that it made my heart swell.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to earn that from you,” I answered.
“I’ve told you, kitten. You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine,” he murmured, and I blushed as I hid my face in his chest. For a while, he was silent as he ran his hands
over my body in a quiet show of appreciation. His fingers dug gently into my scalp and I sighed softly as delicious tremors of delight tingled beneath my skin.
I was more content than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Are you sore, kitten?” he asked.
I was. My pussy still pulsed with a lingering sting from both his palm and his cock. My breasts and bottom also ached from being spanked and I quietly nodded against his chest.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my words barely audible.
“Purr for me, kitten,” he commanded.
I blushed hard.
“You want me to what?” I whispered, trying to hide the disbelief in my tone.
“I want to hear you purr for me, kitten,” he instructed again.
“But…” I scoffed, and his hand dropped to my bottom, cupping it just enough to be threatening, but not hard enough to be truly painful. I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat even further with shame.
“You will do as you’re told, kitten. I won’t remind you of this again,” he warned, and I shivered as I imagined what would happen if I disobeyed him. I didn’t need a second reminder. I would do as he instructed.
I pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and breathed out, rolling my tongue and making the sound of a purring kitten, just like he wanted. At first, it was a bit tentative and I lost it several times before I gained a bit more confidence. After several seconds, I perfected it, mimicking the purr of a contented kitten as I cuddled against him.
“Good girl,” he finally said. “I enjoyed that.”
For a minute, he was silent, and I just enjoyed the feeling of his arms around me.
“Now, you will ask for your master’s cock in your pretty little bottom, kitten,” he instructed, and I stiffened against him.
I couldn’t ask for something like that. It was far too shameful. I’d never be able to say the words without blushing and losing myself. No one had ever touched my bottom hole before him, and I was already quite sore from taking his finger there, as well as wearing the tail for this long already, and I shuddered hard as I thought about what it would feel like to take him there.
It had hurt to take him inside my pussy as well as my mouth. I had no doubt that it would be far more painful to take his cock in my bottom than anything else and I wasn’t ready for that.
“I won’t ask for that. I don’t want to have my bottom fucked,” I spat, unable to even look at him as the words left my lips.
He sighed and I sucked in an apprehensive breath. It was as if I could hear every ounce of his disappointment in that sigh. I’d made a mistake and it was that moment I realized that I was going to pay for it.
He moved off the chair and looked down at me with measured coolness. Gently, he grasped my hand and pulled me off the soft lounge. Without a word, he led me back to the bedroom, sat down on the loveseat in the small seating area, and pulled me over his knee.
“I told you that I wouldn’t remind you that you are to do as you’re told again, didn’t I, kitten?” he asked, while placing his palm on my bottom. Instinctually, I tightened around the tail inside me and I whimpered at the flash of soreness it caused.
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“Yet you refused me again, didn’t you, my pet?” he questioned further.
“Yes, sir,” I replied nervously.
“What is going to happen now, kitten?”
“I’m not sure, sir,” I whined.
“You do know. What happens to bad little kittens who disobey their masters?”
I choked. I bit my lip and tried to stay silent. His fingers gripped the flesh of my bottom in warning and a soft hum of anxiety escaped my lips. I didn’t need an explanation of what was going to happen. He’d taken me over his knee and his palm against my bare cheek was more than enough for me to recognize what came next.
“Bad little kittens are punished, sir,” I whispered.
“That’s right, kitten. You’ve earned a hard spanking over my knee and it’s only going to end when you’re sore, sobbing, and you say the words I want to hear,” he said, his voice dark and seductive and far too enthralling for my liking. I couldn’t stop a tremor of desire from making my legs quake.
“Before your spanking starts, my pet, I want you to think about something. Your little bottom is going to get fucked tonight whether you like it or not. The only thing up to you now is how much it’s going to hurt,” he scolded me, and he squeezed each side of my ass hard enough to make me cry out from the dreadful sting.
“You don’t have to do this,” I squeaked. I knew what I said didn’t matter, but I couldn’t help myself.
“I had planned on being gentle with you the first time I took that tight little virgin hole, naughty girl, but I can see now that’s not what you need. You need it rough and more than anything else, you need it to hurt,” he said firmly and then he moved my tail out of the way.
“You tell me that I don’t have to punish you, but even now I can see your wetness glistening on those pretty thighs,” he continued. “You can’t hide from me, kitten. I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered. I hated that his cruelty made my pussy clench. I didn’t want this, but with every single word, my body betrayed me. My nipples pebbled into tight little peaks. My pussy clenched with desire. I was insanely wet and there was nothing I could do to hide any of it. Not from him and not like this.
“Lift your bottom for me and ask your master to spank you. If I have to tell you twice, your spanking will be with my wooden paddle instead,” he demanded.
“A paddle?” I breathed, unable to stop myself.
“Yes, kitten. You’ve already earned a hard spanking. If I have to paddle your naughty bottom tonight, it will be hard enough to make sure that you won’t sit comfortably tomorrow. I promise you that it will hurt. A lot,” he warned me.
I was too nervous at his threat to do anything other than obey him. Tentatively, I arched my back, lifting my bottom for him as much as I could. His palm grazed over top of my sensitive skin and a prickle of electric anxiety raced just beneath it.
“Please spank me, Master,” I whispered. I could hardly hear the sound of my own voice over my shame. I was appalled that the words had even left my lips, but it was already too late. I’d said them and now what I’d asked for was really going to happen.
Just when I thought I knew how much his palm was going to hurt, he made it hurt more. He didn’t start spanking slow or soft. His palm bit into my right cheek with enough force to make me squeak in surprise, but that was only the beginning. His palm lit a fire into my backside that left me reeling from the start. My bottom clenched, trying to protect against the ruthless punishment, which only made my asshole even more sore as it tightened around the metal plug of my tail. Even when I tried to relax, I found my muscles tensing of their own accord anyway.
His palm branded my backside, spanking me so much more firmly than he ever had before and the only thing I had the ability to focus on was how much it hurt. He was thorough, punishing from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs. He didn’t stop when my gasps of shock turned into cries of pain. He didn’t stop when my breathing hitched in the back of my throat or when I started pleading for mercy.
None of that even made him pause, not even for a second. If anything, it only made him punish me even harder. I squirmed and cried over his lap. I begged for him to stop. I told him I was sorry, but nothing seemed to make it end.
“There’s only one thing that will make this stop, kitten. You know what I want to hear,” he said sternly, spanking my upper thighs far more firmly than he ever had before. I whimpered and moaned, trying to cope with the piercing sting of his hand on the backs of my legs. I tried to ignore the fact that my pussy was soaked and that my clit was pulsing with need.
I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Then he smacked the middle of my thighs almost exclusively. Nothing else mattered but the pain
burning across my punished flesh.
He was right. I knew what he wanted, but that didn’t make it any easier to say. The spanking went on and on and soon I started to feel desperate. I wanted this to end, but I also didn’t want to have my bottom fucked. Just when I was on the verge of tears though, a stark realization came over me.
It didn’t matter what I wanted. He was going to take my last virgin hole, whether I wanted it or not. The longer my spanking went on, the rougher he was going to be and the more it was going to hurt.
I opened my lips and tried to breathe through the pain. The words felt jumbled on my tongue and I was only able to just barely get them out.
“Please. I’ll do it,” I begged. For a moment, he paused, placing his palm directly over my bottom in a way that it rubbed the fur of my tail against the soaked flesh of my pussy.
I took a deep breath and forced the words out of my mouth before I lost the bravery to say them at all.
“Please fuck my little bottom with your cock, Master,” I whimpered, and he growled quietly in approval.
“That’s a good kitten,” he murmured, and I shuddered hard. His fingers dragged up and down the backs of my thighs and I keened with fear. “You’ve never taken anyone in this pretty little hole before, have you, kitten?” he asked.
“No, Master,” I replied, unable to hide the tremor of anxiety from my voice.
“It pleases me to know that I will be your first,” he replied. “I’m going to have to remove your tail if I’m going to fuck this tight little bottom though.”
The tight ring of muscles around the plug tightened hard as he gently pulled the tail. He swirled it around twice before he roughly took it out in one smooth, quick motion. A cruel pinching sensation hurtled up and down my spine, making me shriek as I struggled to take it. He grasped my waist and quickly tossed me over the bed. I was keenly aware of the fact that my feet couldn’t reach the floor and my bottom was just high enough to be at the same level of his cock.