Chapter 63
The Tail
Ian
Killian keeps Jenna close over the next few weeks. Whenever he comes home in the afternoons, he anxiously hunts her down, needing to ascertain that she’s still here.
I make sure not to have her occupied at the time of day when he comes home.
I’m not going to be as accommodating in the long run, but right now, he needs that sense of security, and I’m happy to provide it.
He has enough challenges as is just accepting that he cares about her; this is not the time to work on his abandonment issues.
Jenna is almost equally eager to see him.
If he’s not home when she expects him, she’ll come to my office and carefully knock on the door, eyes wide and hesitant as she peeks in and asks when Killian will be back.
The first time she does so, she apologizes profusely, knowing not to disturb me, but I decide to forego that rule.
I don’t want to keep Jenna away from me for anything in the world.
So I let her come sit on my lap and tell her that she may come in here whenever needed, as long as she knocks and acts with patience.
Then I text Killian and assure her that everything’s okay when he replies a minute later, saying he’s running late.
I hold her until we hear the front door open. Jenna bounces off my lap and rushes through the room. Reaching the door, she pauses and turns to me. “I’m sorry, that was rude. I want to be with you, it’s just…” Her eyes drop to the ground.
“Jenna,” I say softly, making her gaze come back up. “We have plenty of time ahead of us to be together. I’m not going anywhere. And right now, you need Killian more. That’s okay.”
“I need you too,” she says, eyes flickering with uncertainty.
“I know. At some point, it will level out and you’ll need us equally, but right now, you need him more.”
“I’m sorry.”
A smile tips up my lips. “You’ve waited thirteen years for this. Go be with him. I’m not going anywhere. You’re still mine. That won’t change.”
The tension drains from her shoulders. “I’m yours.”
“Always, Jenna. Always.”
“Thank you.”
I nod at the door. “Go.”
She flashes me the cutest happy smile just before she disappears into the hall, feet thudding against the floors as she runs.
When I come into the kitchen to get more coffee thirty minutes later, she’s on Killian’s lap at the dining table, being fed from his hand.
It’s a scene I’ve walked in on several times lately, and even so, it still stirs a warm feeling of contentment in my chest. Finally, they’ve found each other, the two people I care about the most. I can live with having less of Jenna for a while when this is the result.
“Uh, uh,” Killian admonishes when Jenna is about to reach up and wipe her mouth. “Hands stay on the table.”
She glances nervously at me, tongue darting out to lick away a stain on her cheek but not quite reaching it.
It’s tempting to join the little game—rub it in and make her feel my dominance as well—but I simply go grab my coffee and leave them to it. I want to give Killian some space and time alone with her, which I’ve had plenty of. Now it’s his turn.
Over the next few days, Killian’s ways of feeding Jenna lunch get more dominant and degrading. First, he makes her kneel at his side, eating from his hand. Next, she’s eating from a bowl on the floor like a dog—or kitten, as Killian has taken to calling her.
He tuts at her and admonishes her for making a mess, but at the same time, he pets her and calls her a good kitten.
“Has she made a mess?” he asks when I pass them, on my way back to my office. Grabbing her hair, he lifts her head and turns it toward me.
I pause and study her. “She has. You’d better discipline her for that.”
“Maybe she needs to taste the cane.” He smacks her ass, throwing me a questioning look.
I’m not sure whether he’s asking whether she’s ready, needing my opinion to make sure he doesn’t cross a line, or if he’s asking me to go get one. I give him both. “I have just the right one to give the kitten a lesson.”
I go to get a leatherbound cane from my office—one of the less severe ones.
“Twenty strikes,” Killian says when I return, stepping over her, caging her in between his legs.
I think it might be an invitation for me to dole out the discipline, but I can’t be sure, and I don’t want to hijack his scene even though it’s tempting to stay. So I simply hand him the cane and leave him to it, lingering in the hall for a moment to enjoy Jenna’s yelps and mewls.
The next time I walk in on Killian feeding Jenna from a bowl on the floor, the invitation is less subtle. Before I can round the dining table, Killian throws me a bottle of lube that I just barely catch.
“The kitten needs a tail,” he says and dangles a butt plug with a long, fluffy tail from his hand.
I huff and give a shake of my head. Killian knows exactly how to get the beast out in me, just like when he sent Jenna downstairs wearing the nose hook.
I wonder if he’s sensing that I’ve been holding back again, saving Jenna’s stamina for him since she’s still fragile, only able to take so much.
Studying him for a moment, I think that just might be it.
Or he’s eager to explore more of this threesome dynamic now that things have changed, which I must say I am as well.
So I pop the lid on the lube and go to stand behind Jenna, who’s kneeling on the floor in front of a licked-clean dog bowl. “A tail for the kitten,” I hum.
Jenna groans in protest, ardently shaking her head.
Worried it might take her back to the last time Killian put a tail on her and reduced her to an animal, I step around her and study her face to check that she’s okay.
But Killian is already on it. His attention is fixed on her with startling focus, reading every nuance of humiliation and playing her as masterly as he does the piano.
“What’s the matter? Aren’t you our kitten?” he challenges with a stern edge that leaves no room for protest.
Jenna’s throat bobs with a hard swallow as she nods.
Leaning down, he grabs a handful of her brown hair and lifts her head, petting her cheek to counterbalance the brutality—just like I would. “A cute little kitten needs a tail, am I not right?”
She nods again, eyes wide and worried as she stares at him, but so full of pure submission that my cock grows rock hard.
“Then ask Dad to put the tail on you.” He releases her hair and gives her a nudge with his foot to make her turn toward me.
With shuffling movements, she moves to face me, her nostrils flaring with the speed of her breaths, eyes flying up and down, embarrassment coloring her cheeks a beautiful shade of red.
She parts her lips, about to speak, but Killian stops her with a deep warning. “Do cats speak?”
Jenna closes her eyes and draws a shuddery breath through rounded lips. Then she leans close to my leg and softly rubs her head against it. Just once.
“Do you call that begging?” Killian gives her thigh a kick, not hard enough to hurt, just to humiliate.
Jenna gasps but softens just the same. Her gaze is swimming when she glances up at me, a twitch of uncertainty crossing her expression. She’s worried how I’ll feel about this.
I’m sure she knows, deep down, that this is my kind of kink, but Jenna needs to see—to feel—as the embarrassment overcomes her—just like I want it to. So I lean down and grab her chin with one hand and slap her cheek lightly with the other. “I thought kittens were louder, mewling and whimpering.”
Her eyes widen, not with worry this time, but desire. And then the humiliation comes, deepening her frown as she lets out a tiny mewl.
“Good kitten,” Killian croons. “Now show Dad how much you want a tail.”
Releasing her hair, I straighten. A wide smile spreads over my lips when she starts rubbing her head eagerly against my leg, mewling, moving around me, and begging me with tiny sounds and little head nudges.
“Good kitten, indeed,” I agree. “I think she’s earned her tail now.”
Killian hands me the tail, then crouches beside her and pushes her head to the ground, pinning her with a firm grip on her hair.
I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down, then smear a good amount of lube around her narrow opening and onto the steel butt plug. She mewls and moans, hips wriggling eagerly when I stick the tip of my finger just inside. I can already see the glistening moisture coating her pussy lips.
“And soon the kitten will have a tail,” Killian says with a mocking edge, just as I position the butt plug at her opening, purposefully moving it so she can feel the brush of fur against her buttocks.
“No,” she gasps, and when I start pushing, she repeats with more urgency. “No.” Then, suddenly, she freezes, her whole body locking up, her ass cheeks clenching. She’s barely even breathing.
I instantly remove the plug, and Killian reacts just as quickly.
“Jenna,” he urges, lifting her up on her knees and cradling her head between his hands. “We’ve got you.”
I swiftly reposition to bring her between my legs and hold her tight, letting her feel my warmth and my strength.
“You’re safe,” Killian continues while I hold her. “I’m here, Dad’s here. We’ve got you.”
“Killian?” she murmurs, confused.
“Yes, kitten, I’m here.”
With a small groan, she pulls her head out of the cradle of his hands. Burrowing her head against my shoulder, she turns away from him, gripping my shirt tight.
A perplexed look flashes across Killian’s features. “J-Jenna,” he starts, the stuttering returning. He casts me an uncertain look, and I give him a steady nod, quietly telling him he’s got this. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, and when he opens them again, the confidence is back.