Chapter 6 Griffin
GRIFFIN
The good thing about him not wearing any clothes — besides the view — was the fact that I could see it when he got a hard-on. I hadn’t been expecting it, not really, but once it happened… it was glorious.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
I wanted to be that plug in that moment, to feel that tight ass hugging my cock, to be the very thing that brought that pleasure to him.
I hadn’t made him wear the other tail much, but I should have.
I didn’t want to be sitting on the sidelines, forced to watch when all I wanted to do was participate.
I didn’t want to rape him. When I finally got to feel him, I wanted him to be moaning beneath me, wanting it, needing it every bit as much as I did. But at the same time… I didn’t know how much longer I could resist.
He was mine.
I touched myself through my pants, squeezing my dick and wishing it was his hand. He’d said he’d blow me if I told him to, surely a handjob would be nothing at all…
He had to get used to the idea that this was going to turn sexual at some point, which meant he had to get used to the idea of seeing my cock. Now that his was hard, it was a good time to take advantage of it.
But we’d take it slow. I wouldn’t make him touch me, not this time.
Instead, I unzipped my pants, watching as he froze like a rabbit in my sights. He shivered, his ass still up in the air, the plug buried within him and the tail dangling between his ass cheeks.
He looked gorgeous, but he’d look better when I got him better outfitted.
Right. I had the next of his surprises right there, and there was no better time than right then to give it to him.
My pants unfastened, I strode to the bed, grabbing the pair of cat ears I’d ordered.
They were the same color as the furry tail, the same color as his hair, and the band would blend in beautifully.
With how long his hair was getting, it would vanish beneath the strands and make it seem like he really did have a set of cat ears.
“C’mere,” I told him, whistling at him.
He let out a pathetic little meow, and I realized I was still talking to him like I might a pup.
It was what I wanted, but I’d agreed to this.
I could hold the threat of forcing him to be a puppy again over his head, but for that to be effective, I’d have to treat him like he wanted the rest of the time.
“Here, kitty, kitty,” I amended, patting my leg. “C’mere, kitten.”
He meowed again but started toward me, tail swishing behind him.
It was sexier than I’d thought it would be, and I put the cat ears on him as soon as he was close enough. “There we go,” I told him. “Good kitty. Now stay right there.”
He bit his lip, and fuck, he was sexy.
I pushed my pants and boxers down past my hips. He didn’t move as I grabbed my cock, wrapping my fingers around it. I wanted it to be his hand on me. I wanted it to be his lips on me.
I wanted to bury myself in his ass.
I groaned at the thought of it alone, squeezing my cock. “Look at me,” I told him.
He looked up at my eyes, his own still wet from where he’d shed tears before. It was a beautiful look on him.
“Not there,” I said, voice ragged. “You know where I want you to look.”
His head was nearly level with my cock as it was, those lips so close to me, and I wanted nothing more than to smear my cockhead against his mouth. I bit my lip, imagining myself thrusting into it instead of fucking my hand.
I wanted it so badly I wasn’t sure I could resist.
I slowly brushed the head of my cock against his lips, and he let out a choked sound. He started to jerk back until he caught himself, but I could see the misery written all across his features.
I sighed, drawing back, and I wished I had a little less of a conscience. He was right there, and he was willing to accept it. Why wasn’t I willing to take that next step when he belonged to me?
“Fuck,” I muttered. My cock was still hard, but the doubt that thrummed through me threatened to change that. I stared at his ears, at his tail, at the look of humiliation and misery on his face.
There.
I could focus on that instead, because I wasn’t going to hold myself back again. I’d kept myself from jacking off every night he’d slept near me, and I was tired of my self-imposed celibacy. That wasn’t why I’d bought him…
He was my pet.
He was my kitten.
He was mine.
I slowly ran my hand up my shaft then back down, my eyes intent upon his. There was so much fear, so much despair and misery, that I almost felt guilty — almost. He’d wanted this, and now that I was getting off on it, he was damn well going to deal.
Why was I justifying this to myself? I didn’t need to justify anything to anyone.
I shut those thoughts out of my mind, thumbing the head of my cock.
He looked away first, and I let my eyes take in the sight of his body.
He was so beautiful, and the cat ears and tail were oddly alluring.
Not as good as what I’d wanted, not really, but when it had led to his submission and allowed some light to return to his eyes, how could I argue?
I’d tested him when I’d been waiting for his new items to come in, and I’d seen the way he’d started to drift away from me again. I couldn’t have that, not when I was so close to what I wanted.
So there was this.
I stifled a moan as he shifted and the tail moved, and I wasn’t sure why I was hiding the sound. I moaned again on the next stroke of my hand, and that time, I didn’t bother to choke it back.
I imagined it was him touching me, bending his head down and showing off those ears, his ass shaking and making the tail twitch. I closed my eyes, keeping the vision in my mind, and fuck, it felt good. It had been so long since anyone had touched me, since I’d touched anyone else.
I missed it. It was a connection I’d been lacking, and I had missed it violently enough to have my Toby delivered to me. Now that he was here, the loneliness was sometimes even worse.
But it wouldn’t be for long.
The sound of skin on skin sounded in the room, and I bit my lip as I got closer to my climax. It was right there, just out of my reach, and I kept it there, reveling in the sensations. I’d have more of this soon enough, and the first time I spilled into his mouth—
I opened my eyes as I came, shifting so my seed fell onto his hair, onto his back. He let out a choked sound, but he stayed there on all fours as I watched my cum decorate his skin. It was perfect, or damn near as close to perfection as I could get right then.
And I’d reminded him without laying a hand on him whose he was — who he was, what he was, and what he would become.
Breathing hard, I milked the last few drops from my cock before wiping my hand off in his hair. Another whimper, another shiver, left me aching for more. But no. I’d decided to give him a break this time, and knowing that my cum was drying on his back was enough right then.
How long it would be enough, I couldn’t say, but for now…
It was all I had.
“Good boy. Good kitten,” I told him as I yanked my pants back up and fastened them back in place.
He didn’t look up at me.
I sighed. “You’re going to have to get used to this,” I said, my voice soft.
“I know,” he whispered.
“Good.”
Neither of us spoke, and the silence stretched on. I knew he didn’t like being dirty, and the feeling of my seed had to be an irritant to him. It would stay there anyway, until I was ready to clean it off. He was my pet, and he’d wear my marks.
He might wear more than those by the end of it.
I might wear his marks, too, if he was a feisty kitten once he settled into his role.
He wasn’t hard anymore, but that was okay. He’d gotten an erection from putting the plug in, and that was a step in the right direction.
Not enough, something within me whispered, but for now, it had to be. I couldn’t think about what he was denying me — what I was denying myself. I needed to think about his surrender. It might’ve been slow, but I was digging my claws deep inside my kitty’s soul all the same.
The problem was that now, I didn’t know what to do. I’d taken this step and turned things sexual between us — well, not between us, as it had been decidedly one-sided. But I’d laid the groundwork, setting it up for something more.
I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I was afraid of it, too. I didn’t want to know it if he was thinking of me as a villain or a rapist; I wasn’t either. I had held back, taking my pleasure but not taking it out of his flesh…
Somewhere within me, I knew I was justifying behavior I never should’ve justified. At the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to care overly much. I’d done this, and that was that.
“Come on,” I told him. “In bed.”
It didn’t matter if he smeared my cum on my sheets. I wanted him there, next to me. I wanted to hold him and pretend he was there of his own volition. For just a few minutes, I wanted to pretend everything was perfect.