Abandoned Kitty

by Marilynn Fae

  "Get the window open," he orders and someone hurries over to the do just that, side-stepping her in order to get push the window open. Cold air gushes in, clearing the air and taking with it with smoke that had rendered her unable to fight back earlier.

  It is not as though she can fight back now with the man pressing down on her so heavily. She considers shifting back, but then she would be in danger of being crushed under the bulk of his weight and the possibility of her as a cat being crushed is even higher.

  A chill runs down her bones when she can finally get control of her muscles again, awareness seeping into her bones. He yanks the mask off the moment the air clears and then he's pinning her down and pressing his mouth to her neck, breathing in her scent.

  She doesn't have the time to shake him off before he's suddenly sinking his teeth into her neck with an animalistic growl.

  Pain jolts through her body at the sensation of sharp teeth breaking through the skin of her neck, cold and hot all at once. Blood spills from her wound, wet and sticky, and her struggles to free herself start anew, fueled by a sense impending doom. He bites deep and snarls with his teeth still sinking into her skin. "Stop struggling," he commands, his grip on her shoulder and waist pressing down even harder. He doesn't bother keeping his weight off her body, making it difficult for her to draw breath.

  "Stop," she whines. "Get off." She feels his impossibly hot exhales, like fire breathing down onto her skin. His hands pin her down on the ground and she whimpers, baring her neck when he curls his fingers into her hair and yanks her head to the side violently.

  He starts sucking at the tender flesh there and she whimpers. He's giving her the meanest, messiest hickey and all she can do is scrabble at his shoulders, clawing the material there until it's in shambles and she's scratching up his skin weakly. It hurts, but it also feels right. This is how her mate is supposed to hold her down when he mates with her, but this man biting her isn't her mate. He smells like cat, like her, but he also smells wrong.

  She already has a mate. Master's going to be her mate and he'll take care of her. She had taken a long time teaching him how to pet her just the right way and he's fine with how she scratches up his expensive furniture and chews on his fingers when he's watching tv. His teeth sinks deeper and the pain that jolts through her. The shortage of air from how hard he's pressing onto her prone form is starting to make her light-headed.

  She thinks she hears something from the door, a loud, terrifying roar. It sounds like her Master. She wants to get up and warn him that there are traps in here, that there are a lot of people in here and maybe he should bring his pack.

  Her assaulter forgets that she's underneath him. Or he forgets how small and fragile she is because he lets his weight drop on top of her and his grip fall on her neck and she can't breathe. She can't breathe.

  Chapter Seven: Bath

  She doesn't stay unconscious for long. She wakes with a shuddering inhale and several other deep breathes, eager to refill the air in her lungs.

  "That's it, love." Her Master's voice is soft and soothing. "Deep breaths," he coaxes, one hand curled possessively on the back of her neck, the other on her chest as he cradles her to him.

  Master's carrying her in his arms and she is sitting comfortably in his lap. It's nice here. She thinks she could go back to sleep like this.

  "No, no, darling," he growls. "You have to stay awake," he cautions.

  "Master?" she murmurs, blinking awake unsteadily.

  Master looks pained, but he doesn't smell injured. There are lines between his brows, like he's thinking very hard. She reaches out to try and smooth them away.

  "What's wrong?" she asks and tries to look around and find out what's upset her Master so much. She grimaces when the movement stretches her neck and then she remembers what's happened. Her scent must have soured with anxiety immediately because he pulls her up closer.

  "I'm here now, love. It's alright. No one's going to hurt you." Master rubs soothing circles at her chest, where a bruise is forming already and it hurts a little bit even with his soft touches. He makes soothing, rumbling noises. "I should have had someone guard you," he says. He sounds like he's in pain too.

  She squints at him and notices there are specks of blood around his mouth. She leans up, wanting to clean the wound, but he pulls back violently. "Master?" she whimpers, hurt by how much he didn't want her to touch him.

  "Don't, love. That's not my blood," he says, wiping the back of his hand across his cheek. "Let's get you in the bath, okay? I had the water running earlier."

  He must really hate how she smells right now if he already has water running in the bath. She doesn't really like baths, but he is still a little wolf-like, fangs still long, the hands around her torso more claws than fingers. He's rumbling a little too. "Okay, Master," she says and he offers her a wobbly smile as he stands.

  Master's really strong. He carries her to the bathroom and she tries to peer over his shoulder to see what's happened to the others. She can scent the blood around the apartment, but there hasn't been any noise.

  "Don't look." Master presses her face closer to his neck, shielding her eyes from view, but not before she had caught a glimpse of blood splattered all over the walls of their once pristine apartment. Dried blood is on the floor and drenched over his beautiful upholstery. The door is locked though, and they seem to be the only two people left.

  "Oh no," she murmurs and he freezes, waiting for her to continue. "The house is dirty, Master."

  He chuckles and nods. "That's fine, love. We're not going to stay here," he says. "I came as soon as the alarm went off," he says, lowering her onto the edge of the tub and peeling off her dress. It is- was a nice dress. It's drenched in blood now, the strap torn and unsalvageable. He tears off the dress to get it off quicker and she makes a wounded noise.

  "I like that dress, Master," she whines.

  "I'll buy you another," he promises, kissing the top of her head. "Any dress you want, love. But we're throwing this one. It smells like him."

  "Oh." She hadn't thought of that. The house must smell pretty horrible to him right now. She perches on the side of the tub and watches as he takes off his clothes too. They're black, so she can't tell if it's dirty, but she can smell blood on them too. "Did you get hurt, Master? "she asks.

  He shakes his head. "Of course not, darling. They're only human."

  They had traps and there were so many of them, she wants to say, but it kind of hurts her to talk. She looks down on her naked body, seeing bruises blossoming between her breasts and up towards her neck. She thinks it would probably be worse at her neck, what with the man biting her so roughly earlier, and then choking her with his fingers around her throat. She makes a whimpering noise without meaning to and Master's by her side instantly, kneeling in front of him with his hand on her cheek, prompting her to look at him.

  "I'm here, love. It's alright," he tells her.

  She swallows the lump in her throat and nods. "I know, Master," she says. "There was- there was a man too," she starts, tentative and uncertain. "Like me?" she whispers.

  "The one wearing a wolf pelt but is too much of a coward to challenge me properly?" he is growling as his say this, his chest rumbling with barely-concealed anger.

  She nods.

  "He'll live," is all he says. He takes her hands and wipes it with a wet towel, getting rid of the blood smeared on the tips of her fingers and under her nails. "Poor kitten," he coos, his tone shifting so abruptly that she is a little bit startled. Mostly, she finds herself enjoying how good it feels to have his warm hands on hers, how right it feels. "Were you scared?" he asks.

  "A little," she whispers. She was terrified, but everything's alright now. Her Master's here.

  "But you were very brave," he says.

  She preens. She was. She tried to fight back even though he was bigger and stronger and she scratched him up a lot.

  "I'm sorry." He brings her hands to his lips once he's satisfied that there'
s no more blood on her hands. He presses a kiss on her knuckles. "Come here, love," he says and she doesn't even think about it, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting her legs around him. She rubs her head against his chin over and over again. It feels nice like this. She likes it best when he's petting her. Her neck aches a little though and she flinches when he presses something cool to her neck, and holds it there. "Shh... Just stay still a second, okay?" he says and wipes the wound clean with the wet towel.

  She looks up and finds herself staring at the mirror in their bathroom. She can see the wound on her neck, blue-black and red all around the terrible teeth mark. He carries her towards the bath and steps into the water. It's big enough for both of them. And maybe few other people. Master loves baths while she thinks they're just a waste of water.

  She lets him sink down into the water though, grimacing when her body starts to get wet, and then is submerged entirely.

  He washes them both carefully and she's intensely aware of how Master's naked too, his body so close to hers that she could just touch him all over. She's too lazy to do anything except her herself be soaped down and scrubbed, though.

  "Good girl." He kisses her forehead and reaches over to let the tap water start again, replacing the dirtied water. "It's alright, love. I'm here now," he says. She goes limp, like her brain just shorted out and there's nowhere else she would rather be and this is the safest place for her. She's sitting on his lap, legs folded over the side with her ear pressed to his naked chest. She can feel his erection like this, pressed against her inner thigh. It scares her a little because her Master's really big and even his cock is really big. What if it ends up not fitting?

  His hands splay over her stomach and pulls her back until her back is flush against his chest. She tilts her head to the side, offering him her neck readily.

  He lets out an approving rumble. "So sweet and submissive, love," he says, pulling her firmly up into his lap and then nosing the bite, breathing in and growling, not liking the scent of another male on her skin. "It will only hurt for a second," he warns and then, before she can ask him what he means, he bites down, hard enough to break skin and cover over the mark.

  It hurts, but in a good way. She's so relaxed now that the pain doesn't even register until he's pulling back. She mewls, unhappy.

  "Shh... It's alright," he rumbles, his tongue warm against her skin as he laves her clean, leaving little kisses on her neck that makes her skin feel as though it's on fire. She whimpers when he finds her pulse and sucks there, her body going lax in his hold.

  His grasp loosens and he fixates on leaving bites around her neck, lifting her a little and then twisting her around to kiss further down the valley between her breasts. She makes soft, whimpering noises that seem to be amplified in their small bathroom.

  "Master?" she whines, heartbeat going out of control.

  "Did he touch you, love?" he asks even though she's certain that he would be able to smell all the places he's touched her. Then again, she was knocked out for most of the time, so maybe he had touched her and she didn't know.

  "He didn't- he didn't claim me," she says, a little bit ashamed. Maybe she should have fought harder.

  "Shh..." he soothes. "It's alright, love. I know he hasn't claimed you." His hand dips between her legs, touching her clit and causing her to whine, hips bucking when he presses himself against her.

  She nods and closes her eyes.

  "My perfect little kitten," he murmurs, his voice dark with lust. His fingers dip between her legs and she tries to clench her inner thighs together, but his hand between her legs is too big for her to close them. The tip of her tail closes over her and she thinks that's enough, but he brushes it aside easily, touching her right between her legs and rubbing her weeping slit.

  "Master?" she whimpers.

  "Shh," he hums close to her neck. "I can smell your heat nearing, kitten. Will you let me help you?"

  The moment his fingers brush against her clitoris, she yelps and brings her hands to her mouth to stop the noise.

  "No, darling. I want to hear you," he says, using his free hand to guide her hand away. She starts whimpering straight away. He shifts her body so that she's straddling him inside the tub, unable to close her legs together at all.

  "Master, I don't- It feels weird," she whines when his fingers find her clit again. She can feel the head of his cock touching her body too and it sends a shiver down her neck.

  He smirks and gently starts to ease his finger back and forth, rubbing between her slit.

  It feels good but so weird too. She doesn't know if this is supposed to be how sex works because she thinks it should involve more than just his fingers, so she asks him as much. Then, she pouts when all he does is chuckle.

  "No, love. This isn't sex. This is just getting you ready for my cock," he chuckles again. "My little virgin," his voice drops, pupils going dark. "Were you waiting for me, darling? My perfect little virgin mate," he rumbles, pressing a kiss on the corner of her lips.

  She blinks up at him and licks her lips. She suppose he's right. She has been waiting for him. She's never felt this way before, not even when the other man was rubbing his scent on her and biting on her neck, trying to mate her and claim her. She doesn't move away when he leans forward and captures her lips. Her eyes closes and she moans without meaning to when his fingers brushes against her heat. She feels herself growing wet there and wants to pull his fingers away so he doesn't find out. Maybe he won't. They're still submerged in the water.

  "Are you cold, darling? Your'e shivering," he says as he runs his fingers over her skin.

  She inhales sharply, her muscles clenching. "Scared," she whispers, ears perked back, her fluffy tail all coiled up and still trying her best to avoid getting it all soaked. She doesn't like getting her tail wet.

  "There's nothing to be frightened of, darling," he says. "I'll be gentle," he promises and slides his finger between her slit into her tight hole.

  She makes a noise between a whimper and a whine and he growls, surging up to swallow her little noises in his mouth even though he said he wanted to hear her earlier. She can feel his fingers moving inside of her, sliding past tight walls and opening them up with his thick finger. He gets a second finger inside of her, the penetration coming with a slight burn that hurts so good. She's sweating from the heat of arousal and he licks into her mouth, leaving his scent inside of her.

  "I want to put my mouth all over you," he growls when he pulls away. "Want you to smell like me. I'm going to mark you up, sweet thing, lick you and make you come over and over until you're sobbing, begging me to fuck you," he promises, his voice low and dangerous and his fingers curve inside of her, touching just the right spots to make lights dance in her eyes and her muscles seizes, like electricity is humming through her veins. "That's it darling. Can you feel that? Feel my fingers inside you, spreading you open, getting you ready for my cock? You're such a sweet thing. So pretty and submissive. You have such a pretty tail, love. Look at you."

  Later on, she would feel vain because that's the comment that pushes her over the edge. That, and his fingers curving inside of her tight hole, pressing inside of her and breaking over the dam. She cries out loudly and comes apart in his lap, nose pressed close to his neck, breathing hard, muscles tensing and squeezing his fingers, as if her body is trying to milk him. The hair on her tail is all puffed up and her hands as clutching him so tightly her knuckles have turned white.

  The pleasure that rushes through her is unfamiliar and so intense that she sobs a little and he holds her through it, rumbling and purring. "There you go," he says, his voice deep and rumbling. "Lovely little kitten. That's it." His body tenses too and she feels something warm splatter over her stomach. He rubs it over her belly and onto her breasts, smearing the sticky white liquid all over her chest, growling as he does so.

  Chapter Eight: Moving

  Eventually, he washes his come off her skin and lifts her out of the tub. He doesn't seem particul
arly happy about getting her clean. She thinks he likes having his scent clinging to her skin. He pats her dry with a large towel. Well, mostly dry. Her tail is soaked and she hisses lazily at him when he tries to rub it.

  "Behave, kit," he says and her ears fold back unhappily.

  She whines unhappily. She doesn't like anybody else touching her tail, but she's too tired to really fight back when he starts rubbing the towel over her tail messing up her pristine fur.

  "No, Master," she whines, tugging his hands out of the way because he's brushing her tail so roughly. She shows him how it's done by pressing the towel over her tail carefully, letting towel do most of the work soaking up the water. "Like this," she says softly.

  "Of course, darling," he says, pressing a kiss on her forehead. He helps her dry her ears while she works on her tail, purring happily at the feel of his hands on her skin.

  It's impossible to get her tail all the way dry without a hair dryer though. Back in her old home, the staff would help massage oil into her fur and get it nice and soft.

  "Come here, darling," he says, wrapping a towel around her shoulder so that she doesn't get too cold, and then he's lifting her up into his arms.

  She wraps her arms around his neck and giggles when he cups her ass, lifting her up all the way so she can wrap her legs around his hips, clinging to him tightly. She can feel his cock brushing against her opening and her breath hitches.

  "Close your eyes, love," he says when he opens the door.

  She keeps her eyes clenched shut. He doesn't want her to see. She can smell the blood though, and she thinks it's really attractive that he fought for her.

  She clings to him tightly and hides her face in his chest. He smells good. Clean, like soap and pine and something that's wholly her Master.