Page 35 of The Beast of London & His Pet

Francesca hurried off the bed and crawled towards me. She had a dark grey tail plugged into her ass and matching kitten ears on top of her head. Her diamond choker collar glittered in the dim light of the lamp. She stopped at my feet and looked up at me with her catlike green eyes.

“What did you do today Kitten?”

“Meow,” she said with a hesitant smile.

“You may answer my questions.”

“I woke up after you left and had some breakfast. I browsed the internet for a while and read a few chapters of my book. I got bored and called Rocco to go shopping. Did I spend too much?”

“What did you eat for lunch?”

“Oh, I found this amazing little Italian cafe. The food was to die for we should go there sometime. They made the best raspberry and hazelnut maritozzi,” she said as her eyes glazed over no doubt remembering the fluffy sweet buns.

“Interesting,” I said as I circled her before walking to my closet to get the hand and foot pillory out. I paused and picked up a tasseled whip.

“Why is my lunch interesting, Sir?” she asked with a frown as she looked at the pillory when I walked back towards her.

I didn’t reply but crouched down to place her ankles in the pillory.

“Hands,” I snapped at her and she pushed her hands between her legs toward me.

I placed them in the smaller holes before closing the contraptions and locking it at the side. Her hands were pulled in between her legs, keeping her head on the floor and her ass in the air. I lifted her tail up to look at her bare fat pussy lips. I was tempted to touch her but I reached for the whip.

I waved the black leather whip and smacked it against her pussy. Her sharp hiss made me smile so I whipped her again. I continued to lightly whip her pussy moving the tassels over her thighs, ass and lower back but always returning to her pussy.

“Sir, please—Sir. Ow. What did I do?” she cried trying to tug at her restraints and wriggle her ass.

Her tail fell over her pussy and I pulled it back again. I was severely tempted to fuck her asshole but on principal I refused to until she was carrying our child. I stood up and began to unbutton my shirt.

I would be a long night for my naughty little kitten.

Chapter 22

Francesca

Alessio was as unpredictable as me. I knew I shouldn’t have spent so much money, but I was wondering what his limit was because he was spoiling me, and it made me feel uncomfortable. He never stopped me from visiting my grandparents or going to the gym, shopping, eating out, or taking random walks in the city.

What was his motive? Why was he being so nice to me?

The tassels struck me square on my pussy again, making me howl.

“I can return everything. I’m sorry for spending so much money,” I cried, knowing I’d pushed him too far this time.

“You think I’m pissed that you bought a few things, Kitten?” he said sounding a little calmer. He stuck his phone beside my head and I twisted around to see a picture of me laughing with the waiter.

“What? You’re angry at me because I was being friendly? The nicer you are to waiting staff, the larger your portion is, or sometimes they give you a discount,” I wailed as I plotted Rocco’s death. “I got an extra bun. So it worked.”

I thought of the delicious sweet cream filled bun with fresh raspberries inside it with a touch of raspberry conserve topped with crushed hazelnuts. My mouth began to water and I decided the extra bun was worth it.

“You flirted with the waiter for an extra bun?” he asked flatly.

“I wouldn’t call it flirting,” I said hesitantly. “I mean flirting is when you pay compliments or lean into them to get a phone number or a date.”

Aww, shit. I might have been flirting to get an extra bun.

“I mean—I didn’t touch him,” I added weakly knowing my goose was cooked. Why was it a goose and not a duck or a chicken?

“I’m sorry, Alessio. I never considered it as flirting, but if you did the same with a female waiter I know it wouldn’t feel nice,” I said quietly, cringing at the thought of him being with another woman in any capacity. “It won’t happen again, no matter how nice the dessert might look.”

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