His Captive Kitten

by Measha Stone

  “You’re asking me if you can fuck me? After you shove a tail in my ass, clamp my nipples—now you ask permission?” She probably could have eased her tone just a bit, but her tongue still throbbed.

  “Should I shove my finger in your pussy to show you how wet you are right now?”

  Hell, no! She knew well enough how aroused she was, how hungry she was for him to do exactly what he suggested.

  “No.” She shook her head, taking a step away from him. As though he wouldn’t just follow suit and do it anyway if he wanted.

  “I won’t fuck you unless you say okay, but I will strap your ass if you misbehave. I will teach you lessons you need to learn.” His expression didn’t change. She could see his excitement, the rod pressing against his towel told her how much he wanted her, but his eyes gave nothing away.

  He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t touch her if she said no. She’d known that since the moment she met him at the club. Everything he did so far, the crate, the tail, the bells—they were all to teach her a lesson. To make her understand she needed to obey him. But sex wasn’t a lesson. Sex was something altogether different, and he wouldn’t force her.

  “I’m going to touch you, and if you want me to stop and just put you to bed, you have to say so. You’ll have to use the words arrest me to put a stop to it all.” If he didn’t look so serious, if he hadn’t just licked his bottom lip and stepped toward her again with desire burning in his eyes, she might have found humor in his choice of safewords.

  His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. The stumbling of her feet jingled the bells. He laughed, a soft throaty sound.

  The warmth of his lips drew her attention away from the sound of the ringing, or the sting of the clamps pulling when his chest pressed against hers. His tongue ran along her lower lip, before thrusting in, not begging entrance, but possessing her entirely.

  A tingling shot through her, the electric current of her arousal spreading throughout her body.

  He broke the kiss, rubbing his nose against hers. “Over the bed. Ass up in the air.” He jerked her to the bed, pushing between her shoulder blades until she took the correct position.

  Holding herself up on her elbows to keep her breasts from pressing against the mattress, she walked her feet apart and arched her back. She didn’t play coy. Not when it came to getting what she wanted, and she wanted him to be inside her.

  The towel pooled on the floor, and he stepped behind her. His cock pressed against her ass, pushing on the plug. The tail. Oh, hell.

  With a flick of his wrist, the fur tail landed on her back. He didn’t remove it, just got it out of his way.

  “John—” His name was the last coherent sound she made as his cock rammed inside her. She fell forward onto her forearms. The bells played as he thrust into her again and again.

  So fucking full. Her eyes rolled closed, her throat constricted, and she fisted the blanket on the bed.

  “Fuck, so tight,” he growled and plowed into her again. Her feet shuffled forward, catching herself before face planting on the bed.

  A hard thrust, then another. Her breasts dragged against the mattress, pulling one clamp off. She grimaced but had no chance to think more on the pain as it morphed too quickly into a bud of pleasure, blooming lower and lower in her body until her clit ached with it.

  His hand left her hip and reached below her, flicking the nipple clamp barely hanging onto her flesh. She’d pulled it mostly off from her movements against the bed.

  “I’m pulling it off. One. Two.”

  She howled with the sharpness of the pain, bucking back at him only to have him meet her aggression with his own powerful thrust. His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her back toward him as he drove into her.

  So full, so stretched. So fucking delectable. Her ass hurt from the plug moving so much, her tits burned from the clamps being removed, but the harder he fucked her, the closer to the edge she inched.

  “Oh, fuck,” she cried out when he wrapped an arm around her and began to play with her clit. Any hope of being able to control herself flew out of the room when he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers.

  “Ask. Beg.” He sounded too far away to be real. His voice too gravelly.

  “Please!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck, please!” She pushed her ass back at him, accepting his thick cock as it continued to plow into her.

  “Come, Julie. Come!” he yelled.

  His fingertips dug into her, his nails bit as waves of electricity ran over her nerves, through her core. Her breath stolen, she rode out the orgasm, only recognizing he’d stilled behind her when the pounding of her heart slowed.

  “Hold still,” he ordered. He quickly withdrew from her and picked up the towel from the floor. She laid her chest flat against the bed, smiling to herself as he gently wiped away his cum mingling with her own as it slipped from her body.

  “I guess it’s good I have the IUD,” she said when his brows furrowed while he finished cleaning her up.

  He pulled her ass cheeks apart, ignoring her snark. “Ready?” he asked, but before she could prepare herself, he removed the plug. She grunted from the discomfort but recognized he could have easily yanked it out instead.

  “Get in bed.” He patted her back and she climbed up onto the bed.

  She pulled back the comforter and scooted beneath it, finally looking up at him once her body was fully covered again.

  “John—”

  He shook his head. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

  “But—”

  “Good night, Julie.” He carried the tail in his left hand and made his way around to the head of the bed. Bending over, he kissed her. “I’ll be in in a minute.” He reached over to the side table and flipped off the light.

  She didn’t get to say anything else or react to his abruptness because he took the tail and headed off into the bathroom with it. The water turned on. She snuggled further into the comforter. She’d never been a huge snuggler, but after such an intense fuck, she would have appreciated at least a hug.

  Lying in the bed, she watched the light in the bathroom through the slit at the bottom of the door. The water continued to run, then the shower turned on. Hadn’t he already taken a shower?

  She drifted off to sleep before she could get an answer from him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Soft chirping off in the distance gave John a focal point as he sat on the back porch of the cabin with his coffee. He’d gotten up early, before the sun rose. Julie had buried herself beneath the comforter and pillow, making herself nearly invisible.

  He wanted to pull the pillow away from her face, rip the comforter from her body and touch her, to bring life back to the memory of the night before. But she’d been exhausted, having fallen asleep before he came out of the bathroom. She needed rest. Real rest. And him pawing at her before sunrise wouldn’t give her that.

  He would need to call Chris in a few hours to get him started on looking into her mother’s disappearance. Handing over something like this grated on him, he didn’t delegate what could be handled on his own, but there was a second part to all of this that needed his attention more. Keeping Julie safe. She would run in with guns blazing if he let her, and he couldn’t fault her for it. Finding her mother was important, and she’d probably give up her own life for her mother. From what he knew, she had already given up a good portion of it to take care of her mother.

  John had a perfect family compared to what Julie had grown up with. His parents remained married after nearly forty years, and both he and his sister never went a single day doubting their love. No worry for food or shelter ever entered their minds. All the while in the same town, Julie had been growing up, being the adult from the get-go.

  “Hey.” Julie’s soft voice interrupted his thoughts from the doorway. She had the comforter wrapped around her body tightly, her hair a disheveled mess from the bed and what was left of her makeup smeared around the bottom edges of her eyes
. Fucking gorgeous.

  Putting his cup of coffee on the side table beside his chair, he gestured for her to sit with him. She pushed through the screen door and shuffled over to the patio chair beside him.

  “It’s cold.” She shivered and pulled the blanket tighter, so only her fingertips could be seen through the fold. “I wanted to get dressed, but you ruined the skirt.” The accusation lessened with her yawn.

  “Yes, I did.” He nodded with a grin. He’d torn that damn thing off her body to get to her pussy and her ass. Just the flash of memory of her crawling to him with her tail dangling behind her made his cock hard again.

  “So, I hope you have something else for me to wear since I didn’t get to bring any of my things.”

  “I’ll find something. There’s a store in town, I’ll grab some stuff there after breakfast for you.”

  “I’ll go with you.” She stood up from the chair. “I just need to shower first.”

  “No. You’re staying here.” He snagged a fistful of the comforter to keep her from going inside.

  “And do what? Just sit here? I’ll go with.” She tried to walk away again, but he yanked her back until she landed on his lap and the comforter fell open from her grip.

  “You’ll do as I say. I’m pretty sure we had this lesson last night. Do we need to repeat it?” he asked, giving a pointed look at her naked body.

  Rewrapping herself in the comforter, she firmed up her gaze. “You can’t just keep me locked away. I can handle myself just fine. I have before.”

  The last bit sent his spine tingling. What the hell did that mean?

  “I’m going into town alone.”

  “And if my mom calls? You have my cell phone locked up. And what if someone shows up here? You said this is your cabin, right? Don’t your boss or other friends know about it? Wouldn’t they think to check it out if they are looking for me and think I’m with you?”

  “As far as I know, no—no one knows about this cabin. But you’re right. They could easily find it and come up here. But I’m not going to give them any reason to believe you’re with me.” He tapped her nose. “I need you to listen to me, stay here while I’m in town.”

  “You’re asking for a lot of trust, John,” she whispered.

  “I know.”

  Tension eased from her jaw and her eyes softened. “Can I have my phone while you’re gone?”

  “Do you think you can avoid using it? No texts out, no calls, nothing?”

  “If Mom calls?”

  “If she calls, yes, answer, but no one else. Let everything else go to voicemail and we’ll listen when I get back. Now. Let’s get some food in us and then I’ll head down to town.”

  She wiggled off his lap and rewrapped herself in her cocoon. “I need to call the credit card company, to turn off Mom’s card.”

  “You can do that while I’m making the eggs. You can shower if you want, too.” He picked up a lock of her tangled hair. “I have a hairbrush in my nightstand you can use for now. I’ll pick one up at the store.”

  “Oh? Can’t share your brush with me for a few days?” she asked with a lift of her lips.

  He grabbed the discarded coffee cup from the table and pulled open the screen door for her. “Oh, I’ll share it with you plenty. That brush is usually used to redden naughty bottoms.”

  Her eyes widened at the implication of his words. “Whatever.” She waved a hand at him and marched into the cabin. He waited until she’d made her way into the bathroom before he adjusted his erection and started on breakfast. Even a hot morning mess, the woman could work him up into a nice frenzy.

  * * *

  John pulled up to the cabin with a trunk full of groceries and a few items of clothing for his guest. He’d been gone exactly one hour, not sure leaving her alone in the cabin had really been the best decision. Commander Grover wouldn’t know she was with him, not after he got the message John had sent to him, but it was still a risk.

  He opened the trunk to grab the groceries when he heard the first pop. Unsure he’d heard right, he froze and listened. Another pop and another. Gun shots.

  Taking off running, he ran around the cabin to the back. Another shot and another. He didn’t hear any screaming, or any sounds of a chase.

  As he rounded the corner of the cabin he saw the shooter. Fifty feet in the woods, facing away from the cabin. No threat appeared to be looming.

  He came to an abrupt stop when he recognized her. She had her hair tucked into one of his old baseball caps and was wearing a pair of his sweats, but he could see her clearly.

  “Julie!” he yelled when she lowered his hunting rifle to reload.

  She jerked around as he approached, keeping the gun pointed at the ground.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded, ripping the gun from her hands. He flicked on the safety.

  “Target practice,” she retorted, not a single ounce of remorse in her tone or expression. “What the hell are you doing scaring a woman with a gun?” She folded her arms over her chest. Between the red tint to the edge of her nose and the oversized sweatshirt she wore, she looked less dangerous than a kindergartner holding a pair of rounded scissors.

  “I wouldn’t really call you a woman right now. I’d call you a disobedient little girl who is about to get her ass spanked. What the fuck are you doing with my hunting rifle?”

  With an elaborate eye roll she pointed at a tree fifty feet behind her. “Target practice.”

  He hadn’t noticed it at first. Only a small portion of the bark had been chipped away, but as he moved closer he could see the shots evenly distributed inside a three-inch circumference. Ignoring her sassy laugh, he fingered the area of the tree she’d been shooting. His kitten was no rifle virgin. He knew sharpshooters in the marines who would be slapping her on the back congratulating her on her precision.

  “Where’d you learn to shoot like this?” he asked, still admiring the job she’d done.

  “I told you, I can take care of myself.” Leaves crunched as she made her way to him.

  Another sound, off in the distance, closer to the water’s edge, grabbed his attention from her shooting skills. He put a hand up in the air for her to stay quiet and honed in on the sound.

  A squirrel scurried up a tree, rattling the branches up high once reaching the nest. John let out his breath. It could have been a real danger. The people looking for her could have figured out she was with him, and it would only take a quick search to figure out this place belonged to him. Her target practice could have alerted them that they were there. Could have led them straight to her.

  When he turned back to her, his jaw clenched, his hand fisted around the barrel of the riffle, at least she had the decency to pale slightly.

  “There’s no one around.” She stepped back. “John. There’s no one here but us.”

  “Apparently you didn’t learn the lesson last night. Apparently, you don’t understand the simple command of stay.” He advanced on her, enjoying the widening of her eyes. She should be scared. Enough that she wouldn’t dig around his cabin and pull out his rifle and take target practice in his back yard.

  “Christ, John. It’s not like I called around and told everyone where to find us. It was a few shots at a fucking tree in the middle of nowhere.”

  It wasn’t nowhere. The neighboring cabin sat a quarter mile away, but they could hear the shots if they were outside and it was a quiet enough afternoon. It didn’t matter; it wasn’t the fucking neighbors she should be worrying about.

  “Take off those sweats. Now.” Ripping them from her would be more satisfying.

  “Let’s just go inside,” she said with a tremor in her voice. Understanding flashed through her eyes. She wouldn’t be going inside just yet. “It’s cold out here,” she whispered, taking another irrelevant step back.

  “You’re about to be a hell of a lot colder. Take off my fucking sweats right now. I could rip them off if you prefer. Seems like you want things to go just your way.”

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nbsp; She gripped the hem of the sweatshirt. “You’ve lost your mind.”

  He laughed. “No, I’ve lost my patience. You do what you want at every turn, you don’t listen, and even after getting punished yesterday here you are, going through my things, shooting a fucking gun outside signaling to everyone where we are. I told you to stay inside. I told you to just rest while I went to the store.”

  “John.” Taking another step, she stumbled over a rock. She would have fallen on her ass if he hadn’t grabbed her. He fisted the sweatshirt between her breasts, dragging her forward until she steadied her balance on her feet. The hat she’d tucked her hair into fell backward into the leaves, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders.

  She held his shoulders, letting out a long breath. Probably surprised herself she hadn’t been left to fall.

  “I’ll give you two seconds to strip before I do it myself.”

  The little vein in her neck pulsated, and her eyes remained wide when he released her. Finally, she caught on.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  He gave her another moment to obey him before shaking his head. “Me too,” he said. He gripped the neckline of the sweatshirt with both hands and with one swift pull, ripped it down the middle, exposing her naked breasts and belly beneath it. “I really like these sweats.”

  “John,” she breathed, but it was too late. She’d made her decision. She’d pressed him. She wanted him to bend to her decision, to her will. Well, he wouldn’t do that. Too much was at stake. He’d help her, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be led by the nose by her.

  As he reached for the pants she smacked his hands and stumbled backward again. “I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” she cried when he locked his jaw.

  “Now.” He pointed at her.

  She shrugged off the remnants of the sweatshirt, rolled the pants down over her hips, and pushed them over her shoes.

  John picked up the rifle he’d dropped to catch her when she stumbled and walked over to the tree she’d been using as her target. “Come here,” he called her with a snap of his fingers. Making sure the safety was on, he laid the rifle on the other side of the tree, away from her grasp and out of their way.