“You picked this one, Sir?” Usually, Cole liked to pick out her outfits and toys.
“I did,” he confirmed.
She turned and he leaned down so she could show much she liked it by kissing the hell out of him.
When he drew back, they were both breathing heavily. Julian slowly undid his shirt. She licked her lips excitedly. She loved it when both her men were naked, free for her to touch and taste at will.
“Little hot in here,” he commented.
She grinned.
He pulled off his shirt then moved to her side. She stood there, slightly puzzled.
“Bend over, kitten, I think your outfit needs something else.”
She bent over. Julian rubbed his hand over her ass then gave her cheek a sharp smack. Another three heavy smacks landed before he moved to her other cheek and gave it the same treatment. She groaned as the heat built in her bottom and spread to the rest of her body. When he stopped, her already swollen clit was throbbing incessantly.
“Yes, kitten. That looks much better. You can stand up.”
She straightened and turned her head to look in the mirror at her now pink bottom.
Yes. Much better.
When she entered their large living room with the huge open fireplace and enormous, comfortable sofa, she saw Cole sitting in the middle of the sofa, his chest bare and a wooden hairbrush in his hand.
Ooh. Was he going to brush her hair? She loved when he did that.
Julian lead her to the sofa, holding onto her leash and Cole looked up, his eyes widening in delight. He glanced over at Julian. “We’re going to need more stockings and garter belts.”
“Definitely,” Julian agreed in a low, rough voice.
“Bring our kitten here,” Cole demanded.
Julian led her closer and Cole reached for her leash, using it to draw her in so he could kiss her. Then he pulled back and unclasped the leash from her collar. “Turn around, let me see your tail.”
She turned so she faced away from him.
“Ah, that’s a pretty, pink bottom. Was she naughty?”
“No,” Julian commented. “I just thought the outfit needed something more.”
“Good call,” Cole said huskily. “Kitten, come and sit here between my feet.”
She turned and sat on her bottom on the floor between his legs.
“Does she know the rules?” Cole asked.
“She does,” Julian confirmed.
“Good. Kitten, I’m going to brush your hair to help you relax. If you need something, you know what to do. And if you’re a good girl, Julian might get down and play with you.”
Joy filled her. She felt him pull her hair out of its ponytail, then he drew off her cat ears. She leaned her face against his leg, practically purring in content as he slowly brushed her hair. Everyday life started to drift away.
“What a good little kitten you are. Sweet, pretty kitty.”
Oh, those words. They made her melt.
“I think our little kitten might almost be asleep, Julian,” Cole said, several minutes later. “Shall we wake her up with some play?”