“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”
“You’re being absurd.”
“Nope. I’m telling you, he wanted you.”
Sully gave a mock shudder. “We’re not compatible.”
“But we are?”
He swept his gaze over me, his eyes full of lust. “Damn right, we are.”
In the play area were three kitties. One in a gold costume was lazily lapping at a saucer of milk. Another boy, around my build, lounged on top of a high cupboard, peering down at us as we entered. He let out a meow in greeting, and that little sound set my adrenaline pumping.
“We should talk before we play,” I said.
“Yeah, I’ll need a bit of guidance from you.”
He sat on a big red armchair with me in his lap, petting me. “We can use the traffic light system for now,” I said. “Do you know what that is?”
“Yeah, green everything is fine, yellow, you want me to go slower, and red, to stop.”
“Right. When I’m engaged in kitten play, I’ll see you as Master. Is that okay?”
“It is. Is there anything specific that you like to do when you play?”
I was so pleased he’d asked. “I don’t like climbing. I prefer to stay grounded.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“But you can use that as punishment if we have a safe shelf like that one.” I pointed at one of the high shelves that had a fall safety protection mat. “I’d have to stay there if I’m a naughty kitty.”
“Any other punishment? Spanking?”
“I love a good spanking but with a hand on my bottom. What’s also effective is a spray bottle. That’s sure to keep me in line. Or take away my milk treat. That works too when I’m being feisty.”
Sully kept stroking me and I could already feel myself slipping to that carefree place.
“I was being serious that I scratch. You may threaten to clip my fingernails if you want me to behave but my hard limit is actually clipping them.”
“And aftercare?”
I smiled up at him and purred. “More stroking, keep me close to you, let me drape myself all over you and take comfort from you being near. Can we play now?”
“Yes, of course.”
Master stroked my hair, my cheek, my back, but the best thing was when he stroked my tail. He would tug on it every so often, sending a thrill down my spine.
He scooped me up out of his lap and deposited me on the soft carpeted floor. I meowed at him and batted at his leg. I wanted back in his lap.
“Bad kitty.”
I gave him my big sad eyes and meowed.
“I’m going to get you some toys to play with.” He got to his feet. “Sit pretty.”
Oh, Master had done his homework. I assumed the position, sitting upright with my legs under me, knees slightly apart, my hands planted on the ground between my legs. I watched Master walk across the room and speak with the dungeon monitor for our playroom. A patient kitty I was not. I meowed at him to return. Kitty needed his attention.
Both men turned in my direction, Master nodding. They laughed at whatever Master said. A minute later, he returned with a handful of toys and settled on the floor with me.