“Do you want to answer it?” Keira asked.
“No,” Cole replied. “I have no ties to him anymore.”
That part of his life was done. He stopped at a cross walk as a man in his twenties helped an older lady and her dog walk across the street. Keira waved at the pair. They grinned and waved back.
“Do you know everyone here, little bit?” Cole asked with amusement.
“No, of course not.”
“Yes, she does,” Julian said dryly. “Takes us forever just to walk down the street because everyone wants to stop and say hi to her.”
Keira blushed as he grinned at her and pulled up in front of Joel’s place.
“There’s nothing wrong with being friendly,” she protested, reaching for the door handle. Cole grabbed her thigh gently.
“No, baby, there’s not,” he told her warmly. “It’s good that one of us has people skills. Because your men don’t have many.”
She shook her head as Julian came around and opened her door. As soon as they were inside and the alarm was on, Cole turned to Keira.
“I have a present for you.”
Her eyes lit up. “You do?”
“Yes. Wait here, okay?”
He moved into the spare room where he’d put the box that had arrived this morning. He’d barely managed to sneak it in there without them seeing.
“What is it?” she asked excitedly.
Julian quietly walked into the kitchen to get a knife, returning to cut through the tape. Keira tore into the box and squealed with delight. “A kitten outfit? For me?”
“Well, I doubt it’s for me,” Julian said dryly.
“They didn’t have your size,” Cole teased. He turned to Keira. “Would you like to spend some time as our kitty? Being cared for completely? Pampered and cherished and disciplined as we see fit?”
“Oh, yes, please!”
“Good,” Cole said. He ran his finger down her cheek. “Julian, maybe you could get some snacks ready while I help our kitty get ready?”
Keira practically shook with excitement as Cole directed her into the bedroom, carrying the box with him. He set the package on the bed as she started stripping. He turned and gave her hand a small slap.
“Bad kitty. Let Sir get you ready. Now,
we should talk about the rules for kitty. You’re not to crawl around or do anything that might hurt your leg. You’ll be carried if you need to go anywhere. Kittens only speak when absolutely necessary. And only briefly. Understand? But you can say your safeword at any time. Especially if you’re in pain or need things to stop. Oh, and kittens aren’t allowed on the furniture unless their owner gives permission. They’re also not allowed to touch themselves.”
By this time, she was fully naked. She and Julian had done this once, in a special room at the club they’d been members of in San Antonio. But that had only been for an hour. She’d spent most of her time playing with a ball and curled up on Julian’s knee while he’d teased her to a spectacular orgasm.
This felt like it could be very different. And she couldn’t wait.
Cole reached into the box and pulled out a headband with black kitten ears. Along the bottom of the ears were pretty pink daisies. Next, he drew out a butt plug that had a long black tail attached to the end, with a pink bow at the top. Holy shit.
“Right, turn and bend over, kitty. Place your hands on the mattress and poke that ass up into the air. Spread your legs wide. Is that position all right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
She heard the drawer open, then the squirting of lube. Oh, hell. Please.
He parted her ass cheeks and she took in a deep breath. He ran his finger over her puckered hole.