She padded into the room on all fours, the soft black ears perched atop her head twitching with every breath. The tail plugged into her ass swayed behind her, the plug thick enough to make her clench with each movement. Her collar jingled lightly, the little bell catching the low light. She was already wet, had been since he’d buckled the leather around her throat and told her to crawl.
He sat in the armchair, legs spread, watching. “Come here, kitten.”
She moved slowly, deliberately, hips rolling so the tail brushed her thighs. When she reached him she pressed her cheek to his knee, rubbing like she needed the contact. He stroked her hair, fingers tracing the edge of an ear. “Good girl. Show me how much you want it.”
Her tongue came out first, licking along the seam of his jeans. She could feel the heat of his cock through the denim. She mouthed at him, breath hot, until he unzipped and freed himself. The moment his length was out she licked a slow stripe from base to tip, then took the head into her mouth with a soft, needy sound. The bell on her collar rang with every bob of her head.
He let her work for a minute, watching the way her lips stretched, the way drool already glistened on her chin. Then his hand fisted in her hair and he pushed deeper. She moaned around him, throat fluttering, eyes watering but never looking away. The tail plug shifted inside her every time she rocked forward, and her cunt clenched around nothing.
“On the bed,” he ordered after a while, voice rough. “Ass up. Tail stays in.”
She climbed onto the mattress, presenting exactly as he liked: knees wide, back arched, face pressed to the sheets. The tail curved over one cheek. He ran two fingers through her folds, spreading the slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. She gasped, pushing back, fucking herself on his hand while the plug kept her ass full.
He replaced his fingers with his cock in one smooth thrust. The stretch made her cry out, the sound half moan, half purr. He fucked her hard, one hand gripping the base of the tail so every stroke tugged the plug in her ass.
The dual sensation had her shaking within minutes. When she came she clawed at the sheets, bell ringing wildly, cunt pulsing around him.
He didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and drove back in. Her ears had slipped slightly; he straightened them with one hand while the other rubbed tight circles over her clit. She came again, louder, legs trembling. Only then did he pull the tail plug free, replace it with his cock, and fuck her ass while she babbled filthy little kitten sounds into the pillow.
Later, when he finally let her rest, she curled against his side, licking his chest clean with slow, lazy strokes of her tongue. The collar stayed on. The ears stayed on. She was still purring when she fell asleep, tail curled around her thigh, body marked and used exactly the way she needed.
He watched her sleep, already planning what new toy he’d clip to her collar tomorrow.
