Page 4 of Still His

Sometimes I wish I knew who he was so we could be together, and I could stop thinking about Dad. I could finally move on with my life and give my heart to someone who actually wants it, but that’s a fairy tale. Things don’t work like that.

He’s here to see some skin and get off, just like everyone else.

“You seem….off.” He words it carefully, like he’s not sure how to say what he means.

“I’m alright, Dante. I promise. Just need a good distraction.” I slowly run my hand from the back of my neck and down between my breasts, closing my eyes and thinking about all the naughty things we will get up to and my nipples harden.

“You know I’m always up for a good distraction, Cat,” he rasps and I groan, opening my eyes and searching the screen, hoping to see even a part of his face.

I always try, and I always fail. He’s good at hiding his identity.

“Are you touching yourself, Dante?” I ask in a coy voice, and he groans.

“There’s never a moment I’m not hard when I see you, Cat.” Damn, he knows just what to say to have my pussy clenching, wet, and beyond ready for him. This.

“Show me.” I love taunting him and his growl doesn’t disappoint.

“You want to see this hard cock, Cat? The one that only gets hard for you, and you alone?” he taunts me back and I whimper, squeezing my tits as he watches me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Fuck, you’re such a naughty little kitty, aren’t you?”

I moan, his words heating me up as he shuffles his clothes around until his dick is front and centre on the camera. Biting my lip, I move a bit closer to the screen and purr for him.

I love pretending to be his pretty kitty, but I’m most definitely a naughty one.

“Are you going to be a good kitty for me?” he asks, his palm running the impressive length of his dick and I lick my lips, my mouth watering to taste him.

I’ve never been with a guy in any way, not feeling any form of attraction to them, so I crave to have all the experiences someone my age should have had by now.

I want to feel a real dick in my hands, my mouth and my pussy. I want to know what it’s like to let someone else bring me to climax.

To give all control over to another person.

I nod my head and purr, using my hands like paws and rubbing my face against them. It’s a move he loves to see me do. Says I look adorable and cute as hell.

What he doesn’t know is how much I wish I could have a Master of my very own. One to own me and boss me around, to cuddle and care for me.

“Fuck, Cat. You know what you do to me,” he grinds out as his fist moves a bit faster and I watch in envy. “Show me how wet you are for me, Cat. I want to see you.” I moan and lean back against my headboard, spreading my knees wide for him to see how hot he makes me. “Fucking hell, someone’s a naughty girl. So wet for me.” I mewl and move to take my panties off so I’m left in only a bra and he curses under his breath, slowing his hand down. “Talk to me, Cat. Tell me how badly you want this.” His voice has this edge to it, almost a cross between begging and ordering me and I feel myself getting slicker.

“I want this so much. God, I swear I can feel you, Dante.” I moan and move my fingers between my lips to suck on them before lowering them to my pussy and he hisses in a breath.

“Fuck, Cat. If I was ever gifted your pretty pussy, you’d never feel anything else ever again. I’d fucking ruin your tight little cunt so she only listened to me. Only purred for me, her Master, her Daddy.”

Oh shit, oh holy fucking shit. Sign me right the fuck up, cause I am here for it!

“Oh!” I whimper and moan as my fingers move around my clit the way I know feels good, the way I’ve only ever wished for two men to touch me.

“Yes, that’s a good kitty. Rub that clit for me and listen to my voice. Are you listening, Cat?” he orders through his teeth like he’s working hard to hold off his orgasm. It’s always like this, so hot and fast and sometimes downright fucking dirty.

“I’m listening,” I mewl and he groans.

“That’s it, Cat. Rub harder around your clit but be a good girl and don’t touch that precious bundle.”

“Nooo,” I whine in protest, and he chuckles.

“Yes, Cat. Right now, that precious little cunt belongs to me and you’re going to do exactly as I say.” He’s authoritative and leaves no room for argument.

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