Page 44 of The Duke's Pet

“Perfect.” He stepped back, brush aloft, and smiled. “You are exactly as I’d hoped.”

Turning and setting the brush and palette down with a clunk, he raised his hands. “And now my little kitten must eat.”

Jemima wasn’t sure if she’d be able to concentrate on eating, despite her morning hunger.

“Come.” He wrapped his hand around hers. “To the fire, stay warm.” He nodded at her nipples. “I can see you are chilled.”

She glanced downward. Her nipples were hard little points, the flesh on her breasts goose-bumped. She didn’t feel cold, but she did feel alive with sensation, as if her nerves were heightened.

She managed a few careful steps, embarrassed when her thighs slicked together and her pussy trembled. The plug inside was rubbing on parts of her that seemed to enjoy the pressure.

“That’s it.” He led her to the fire then gestured to the sofa. “Sit and I will get your food.”

“But, Sir, I can’t... sit. Not with...”

“Of course you can.” He reached for the tail and held it between them. The plug shifted ever so slightly. “Just look after this,” he said. “You wouldn’t want it tugged or squashed, now would you.”

“No, Sir.” She took it from him.

“Sit.”

Carefully she did as he’d asked. Much to her surprise as she set more weight on her ass it was quite comfortable. The plug was high and secure and the cushions soft.

“You see,” he said, smiling. “It’s not so bad after all.”

She pressed her lips together. She wanted to ask how long he’d want her to be a kitten with this tail in. The paint on her face, the collar, even drinking from the saucer she could handle but this was something else.

You have to do this. It’s a way to survive, Jemima. A new future.

She knew that truth, so rested back, holding the tail on her lap, and watched as he strode to a bowl of water on a stand.

He washed his hands with soap, dried them, then retrieved a tray from near the door.

After setting it on the table beside the sofa, he handed her a plate of cheese, bread, and apple. “Breakfast.”

“Thank you.”

He stared at her.

“Are you eating, Sir?”

“I ate earlier, while you were bathing.”

She took a bite of bread. It was beautifully fresh and soft.

“I wish you to rest by the fire while I work. I have much to do today. Though if you are well behaved perhaps you will get a treat later.”

“What treat?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“What treat, Sir?”

He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. “You will have to wait and see.”

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