Page 19 of Still His

CHAPTER5

Catherine

Dad is Dante.

I’ve been awake most of the night trying to process that information and make a plan. I should be pissed that he deceived me for three years, pretending to be someone he’s not, but I can’t be.

Really, it actually makes a lot of sense when I think about it. He always hid his face, his voice was similar but not exactly the same and he was always a bit more affectionate towards me than was normal for my clients.

I think the only reason I had never actually put it together is because I was certain Dad didn’t want me.

The fact that he made me so hot and bothered should have been another dead giveaway to me. With everyone else, I had to think about Dad to get myself off, but not Dante.

After thinking on it all night, I decided to play the long game.

Just because I’m not pissed off, doesn’t mean he can get away with it either.

No, I’m going to make it clear I know he’s Dante and then I’m going to use everything I’ve learned about his tastes over the past three years, and I’m going to make him pay. I’m going to have him so turned on and out of his mind for me that he will apologize for deceiving me.

It won’t be easy.

Simon Veron doesn’t apologize to anyone.

But by the time I’m done with him, he’s going to grovel, begging me to let him touch me. Because until he apologizes, I’m off limits. He cannot touch me and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

Looking in the mirror, I take a deep breath and smile.

He’s going to go mental when he sees me in this tight black skirt I found online. It’s made of pure leather with a black cat tail on the back of it, perfect for parties where more clothes are required, and I can’t wear my plug.

At least, that’s what I told myself when I bought it. But I never actually ended up going to any clubs because I couldn’t imagine anyone else touching me the way I craved for Dad to.

It feels oddly poetic to wear this for the first time in front of him when I will demand he can’t touch me until he admits he feels bad for deceiving me. And he will admit it, because even though he can’t touch me, it will not stop me from touching him.

For a little while, I will have full control and I’m going to revel in it like the naughty kitty I’ve always desired to be for my Master.

Grabbing the black and pink furry ears, I put them on, letting my hair flow down my back. My shirt is a see-through black lace, allowing you to see the red bra underneath that match perfect with the heels I’ve chosen.

Even to myself, I look like a curvy badass kitten, and I love it. I feel fierce and strong, yet cute and cuddly.

It’s why I love being a kitty so much. In my mind, it’s the best of both worlds. I get to please and serve my Daddy, my Master, and I get to feel cute.

Fuck, even thinking of him dominating me has me wet and ready for him. I hate that I couldn’t get off last night. I’m completely on edge today.

And the last, but best part of being a kitty? I get to just let go of my human stresses. It’s like this invisible shield that just drops and lets me encompass something new. It’s the ultimate relaxation for me to just become something else for a while.

Some people like to become dogs, rabbits, almost anything you can think of. Some age regress. I just prefer the cute fluffy ears of a kitten.

Taking one more quick glance at myself in the mirror, I head downstairs until I meet Dad in the kitchen. He hasn’t looked up from his iPad yet, but he will.

“Hi, Daddy!” I say cheerfully as I walk into the dining area.

He lifts his head up to smile at me, but the smile quickly falls away, replaced by a look of utter shock before he sets his jaw into a rough line.

I got him. Yay, me!

“Kitten.” His voice is deep and hoarse as he takes in a deep breath. “What exactly are you wearing?” Oh, is he getting frustrated already? I wonder if he got himself off last night.

The idea kind of pisses me off. If I had to suffer, he should too.

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