Page 22 of Still His

CHAPTER6

Simon

Not touching her is going to be the death of me while she’s in that outfit.

Fucking hell, she’s a walking dream I’ve been waiting to see for three years in the flesh. The tail isn’t a plug, but it still alludes to the fact she’s a kitty and I’ve been hard as a fucking rock since she walked into the dining room.

She’s taunted the wrong person though.

What kind of a Dom would I be if I let her get away with her bratty behaviour without any form of punishment? The whole point of a brat is for them to flex their sass and know we won’t let them go too far with it or get away with it, all while allowing them to be their true selves.

I knew Cat was a brat long before it was sexual, but I knew it would cross over. I just didn’t think about it because the murderous rage at the idea of my daughter having sex was too much. Being bratty is a huge part of who she is deep down in her soul, and I would never want to squash that part of her.

Contract negotiations with her had went about as smoothly as I expected. She has some hard limits that aligned with mine. No fisting, no bodily fluids that aren’t cum. No serious degradation or humiliation. The words bitch and cunt are off the table as far as name calling goes, but my little slut or my little whore are ones she’s dying to hear me say.

I have to say, that one surprised me a little, but I’m not disappointed. She can be my good little slut any time she wants as I’m pounding into her tight little pussy making her scream.

Some of her softer limits were the type of instrument used to tie her up. She was alright with cuffs and soft rope, but she doesn’t want some of the rougher textures. It’s all about the soft things for my girl and that’s okay.

Pet play for us is something that will quit the second she addresses me as Master instead of Daddy. So, whenever she’s being a kitten, she can use the word Master to notify me that her brain has taken the turn from playing a kitty to wanting her kitty played with.

Safewords were discussed and of course she chose the word Salem. She was always obsessed with Sabrina the Teenage Witch as a kid so I shouldn’t be surprised that she chose the name of one of her favourite fictional cats.

Right now, she’s kneeling on a pillow beside me as she watches some tv. Her head is resting on my thigh while she’s in kitten mode, and she keeps rubbing her cheek and purring, making contented kitten noises.

I’m partly turned on, but also completely at ease for the first time maybe, ever. Her being here with me, knowing she’s mine and her being a kitten just calms something inside of me. Being her Daddy, her Master, her Dom is everything that feels right in this world.

Cat lifts her head and nudges my knee to make sure I’m paying attention to her.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Meow. “Are you a hungry kitty?”

A pout and stare has my insides lighting up at the fact she’s communicating as a kitten rather than a human even though this is the first time she’s played with another person.

“No? Hmm, does my kitten want some milk?” She beams and paws at me with her hands before nudging my leg with her head like a greedy cat would and I chuckle. “Alright, kitten. Come with me and we will get you some milk.”

I bend over and grab the chain leash she has for this cute black and red collar she brought down after we decided to play for a bit.

When she said she already had a collar and leash I damn near came in my pants like a teenager. The thought of collaring my kitten and leading her around on a leash is hotter than I thought it would be.

Once I have the leash attached to her collar, she follows along on her hands and knees meowing in contentment and I can’t hide the smile.

Fuck, being this in control of someone so they can let go is an empowering feeling. The fact she trusts me enough to play with her kitten side as well as her sexual human side, warms my soul.

I would do anything for my daughter, my kitty, and my sub. She has me so wrapped around her finger I will never be untangled, and it’s just the way I want it.

In the kitchen, I grab a small plate out of the cupboard and put it on the floor before grabbing the milk from the fridge.

Earlier during our talk, she said she wanted to try eating and drinking in kitty space to see if she wanted to explore that part of it as well. She had chosen to never do it on her own and when I asked her why, she explained it didn’t feel real or right for her to jump from getting the food and drink ready to going back to being in kitty space.

It made a lot of sense, but at the same time my heart broke for her not being able to try that until now. I’m glad I can give this to her.

A look of fear and hesitation crosses her face as she looks at the plate of milk, and I want to ease her fears.

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind, Cat.” I address her as her name in my Dom voice, so she knows I’m being Daddy right now. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes a moment before opening them and shaking her head no at me.

I nod and pull back, running my hand over her soft hair and giving it a quick scratch before unhooking her leash and letting her do her own thing.

Moving to the table, I sit in one of the chairs and pull my phone out. I won’t actually take my eyes off her, but if she feels like I’m not watching her, I know she’ll feel more at ease with giving this a try.

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