Page 35 of Still His

I have to stop myself from snorting at my inner monologue as we stop in the kitchen and he fixes up a bowl of milk, and another of dry Cheerios. It’s an agreed upon snack that is easy to pick up with my tongue and pairs well with the milk.

He sets them up on the little table he built for me, pulling it out from the pantry so I don’t have to bend down so far. Trust me, my thighs thank the heck out of him for it.

It can also double as a stool so no one would even think twice about what its real use is for.

“Meow.” I thank him before moving over to the bowls, alternating between the sweet cereal and the milk until they’re both gone and my stomach is full. Well, not full. Pretty sure I’d toss my stomach contents if it were full.

I’m nervous as fuck about what Dad’s plans are. He’s been quietly watching me the entire time, his gaze heating me from the inside out until I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. If he doesn’t take me tonight, I may actually go insane.

I will become a very feral kitty. This has to work.

When I’m finished, he moves over to put the bowls in the sink and the stand back in the pantry before standing over me.

“Alright, Cat. You’ve gotten to be a kitty for a bit, but Master needs you to be his good kitten and talk to me.” His voice is soft but filled with a command I know not to ignore.

“Okay, Master,” I say and he helps me stand up before his eyes land on my breasts and stay there for a moment.

“Fantastic tits.” He almost sounds like he’s talking to himself. “I’ve tried so hard to prepare you and be patient, but you just had to be such a sweet naked submissive when I got home.” He swallows hard as his eyes move up to mine and I gasp at the heat I see in them. “I’ve never seen this kitty set before.” He walks around me slowly, his eyes taking in every inch of my nakedness.

“No. It’s—it’s my favourite.” I swallow the nerves so my voice comes out submissive but confident. I don’t want to give him any doubts about how badly I want this.

Want him.

“Mine too. It’s perfectly you.” I love that he knows everything about me and remembers the little things along with the big ones.

“Thank you, Master,” I whisper, and he nods with a smile on his own as his hand reaches for my own. I’m surprised to feel it trembling. “Dad.” I stop and wait for him to turn to me, a look of concern on his face.

“What’s wrong, kitten?”

“Are you scared?”

He gives a choked laugh and squeezes my hand tighter, pulling me close. “Yeah, baby. I’m fucking terrified,” he admits and I laugh. I can’t help it.

Here I am, thinking I’m the only one freaking the fuck out inside and this big strong man I love and admire is feeling the same way. It feels good knowing this unnerves him because Simon Veron doesn’t get scared. Not often.

He pulls me tight against his chest and laughs into my hair.

“Are you laughing at me, kitten?”

I shake my head. “No, more at us. I thought I was the only one nervous.”

His breath is shaky as his hands tangle in my hair, walking me back until I’m against the hallway wall.

Oh, I like this. He could totally fuck me like this.

He groans. “Don’t look at me like that, kitten, or you’re going to get railed against this wall.”

“And?” I taunt.

“And, I refuse to make our first time against the wall. There’s time for that later.”

“Yay!” I squeal and he chuckles.

“Baby, you sure you’re ready for this? I’m not going to be gentle. Have I prepped you enough?” I groan and roll my eyes. “Watch the attitude, brat, or I will make sure your ass is hot before bed.”

I moan and thrust my hips against his hardness, making him shiver. “But Master, I want to be bad. I want you to hurt me.”

His eyes darken as he looks at me.

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