Page 3 of Still His

CHAPTER1

Catherine

3 Years Later…

I have to go back.

Though, if I really sit and think about it, there isn’t a fucking point. If he truly cared about me or wanted me, he would have found me and dragged me back home by now. Right?

But what if he has found me and is taking the famous Simon approach to things?

Fuck, my dad can be such an asshole sometimes. Always thinking he knows what is best for everyone. “Experience is the best teacher, Kitty Cat.” I can still hear him saying that to me over and over again while growing up.

You know what I’ve learned in the past three years? A whole fucking lot.

I’ve learned I love being a cam girl and pretending to be a kitty. I’ve learned that I don’t like the leather masks often used in pet play, but rather the furry animal ears and tail. It just feels much more…me.

I’ve learned how to make myself cum with my choice of toys and that, apparently, I’m a serious fucking brat. Not that the last one is new information, but I did find out that there are a lot of others just like me.

I also learned that distance and time didn’t stop my love for the man that raised me after my parents died.

I barely even remember them because they died when I was six.

My parents made it clear that Dad’s best friend was the one who would raise me. Simon is the man who remains the only father figure I really remember.

He did a great job. He told me all about my parents, how much they loved me. Spent weekends and summers teaching me how to swim and ride a bike. All the things any parent should do.

So why did my hormones have to go and fuck everything up?

By the time I turned fourteen, I knew I was crushing on Dad. I also didn’t tell a soul about it aside from my best friend, Darcy. How bad would that look? To everyone else, he was my father. Crushing on him wouldn’t look good or right to anyone around us. Or him.

My biggest fear was always that he’d decide I just wasn’t worth the trouble, and he would leave me…so I left him the moment I could.

Better to hurt yourself than to have others hurt you.

I’m currently sitting in front of my computer in a cute bra and panties set that are black to match the kitty ears I’m currently wearing and trying to get up the nerve to tell my clients I won’t be able to meet with them for a little while.

Once I get back home, I will be able to set up again, but it will take some time.

Taking a deep breath, I steady my features into a smile before clicking connect.

“Cat.” His nickname for me has always been different. He doesn’t call me kitty very often like the others do, but I kind of like that he’s different.

When I first started camming, I only did it with groups, but this client was insistent on having some alone time with me and I eventually caved and haven’t looked back since.

“Dante,” I whisper, my breath catching as I watch the screen.

I’ve never seen his face. It’s always shrouded in darkness, but I’ve seen the rest of him. Aside from Dad, he’s the only person who has ever made me desire them. In order to get myself to climax, I usually have to think about Dad, but with Dante, I’m able to just be in the moment and it’s a completely new experience.

Now I look forward to our continual chats and hearing his moans and deep voice as he tells me what to do to get off for him. The sounds he makes when he cums from touching himself are unnerving and often frequent my dreams along with how I imagine his touch would feel on my skin.

“How are you doing, Cat?” he asks, and I give him the best smile I can.

We’ve been doing this for three years now so he’s becoming pretty good at picking up on my moods without even trying.

“I’m okay.”

He tsks from the darkness and I wish I could see his face. I want to see him more than almost anything. To be able to fantasize about him to the fullest extent.

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