Page 20 of Still His

Fair is fair.

“Something to make me feel pretty.” I smile at him sweetly, bending down so my hair boxes our faces together. “Do you like it?”

I keep my eyes wide and innocent as his slightly narrow. I’m not totally faking this though. There’s a part of me that’s worried he won’t like or approve of this outfit.

What if he was all talk last night and doesn’t actually want this?

Before I can think much more on it, he lets out an animalistic growl, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips towards his.

He doesn’t waste time before his tongue pushes into my mouth to graze mine like a man obsessed as his fingers clench and unclench at the back of my neck.

Kissing is okay, right?

Fuck, I can’t deny myself the feeling of his lips.

“Do I like that you dressed up like a conservative slutty kitten for your Master?” he asks as he pulls back. I nod. “Yeah, kitten. I love it. Now, sit on my lap so I can feed you.”

I snort and pull up, straightening my clothes before sitting across the table from him. “Sorry, no can do… Dante.” I give him a sharp look and he sighs, shutting his iPad so he can put his entire focus on me.

“I knew you figured it out. I was hoping you would if I gave you enough hints.” I nod, moving the forks around and pulling the glass of water to my lips as he watches my every move with hungry eyes.

“So, in your mind, you hinted enough for me to figure it out. Therefore, you told me…right?” I ask, and he watches me, sensing this is a trap.

“I would have told you today during our talk if you hadn’t.” I nod, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Three years, Simon. Three years of pretending to be another man while you watched your little girl strip in front of a camera, playing at being a kitty and getting herself off.” I purposely lower my voice so it’s more husky, and he squirms a little in his chair.

I’m positive this is turning him on.

“Yes.” I smirk at his response. “But I always got you off and I always took care of you.”

I nod, conceding that. “You know I would have gladly stripped for you, Daddy. All you had to do was ask me and I would have been a good little kitten for her sexy Master.”

He sucks in a breath and swallows.

“So, it’s settled then.” He nods to himself like it’s all going to be forgotten and I laugh.

“Oh, Simon. It’s not even close to settled.”

“You’re angry.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m not angry, but I am annoyed. You deceived me for three years. I think I owe you some payback for that. Don’t you?”

He raises an eyebrow in question, breakfast completely forgotten.

“And what did you have in mind, Cat?” Is he actually thinking of agreeing to this?

“You can’t touch me.”

He snorts and shakes his head. “Not happening, kitten. I just got you back, there is no way I’m keeping my hands off that luscious body of yours.”

Oh hell, he totally went there. I try not to rub my thighs together and give away that he’s getting to me, but it’s no use. He can tell I’m just as affected as he is over this playful banter.

“You could apologize,” I say and he blinks at me.

“You’re joking.”

I smile, shaking my head. “Nope. You want to touch me, you apologize. Otherwise, you don’t get to touch me until you’re going so insane with want that you beg me.”

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