not trying to shove something in your backside.”
“Relax.” He swept his hand down her back and over
her bottom. He kneaded her plump cheeks and the tops of
her thighs. It felt strange at first to have him touching her
like that, but as with everything Vicious did to her body,
she started to enjoy it. He shifted her atop his lap, sliding
her back a little. Her toes touched the floor now but only
just. “Open your thighs for me.”
She didn’t fight him and slid them apart as much as she
could in that awkward position. His fingertips grazed her
pussy. She hissed as he found her still-sensitive clit. “Ah!”
“That’s it, Kitten. Just enjoy my fingers in your sweet
pink cunt.”
She gasped at the word he’d used. From his lips, it
didn’t sound at all like an insult. He said it almost
adoringly.
“Oh!” Two fingers penetrated her pussy. She sucked in
a sharp breath as her body tried to accept his wide, long
digits. He was so gentle. His fingers slid inside at an
achingly slow pace. When his thumb brushed her clit, she
almost jumped off his lap. It felt so good that her toes
curled. “Vicious,
please
.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” He worked her into a
frenzied state but backed off every time she got close. It
was the snapping lid that pulled her from the haze of
arousal. She tensed as a cold dollop of the clear stuff
oozed between her butt cheeks. She tried to squeeze them
together but he wouldn’t let her. “No, Hallie. Relax. Let
me in.”
“Vicious,” she pleaded. “I don’t like this.”
“We haven’t even tried it yet. Let’s see how it goes.”
She gulped and nodded. She unclenched her cheeks and
shuddered when the fingers of his other hand parted her.
Just knowing he was staring at that part of her made Hallie
want to die from mortification. A big finger swirled
around the pucker hidden there. “
Ah!
”
It didn’t feel bad. It felt…good? No, that couldn’t be
right. It wasn’t supposed to feel good to be touched there.
It was dirty and wrong and—oh wow. She inhaled a shaky
breath as his finger penetrated her. He slid inside carefully
and then held still. It was the fingers of his other hand, the
fingers buried in her pussy and playing with her clit, that
began to move again.
And it was so good. Too good, really. She clutched at
his calf and prayed she wouldn’t fall off his lap when she
climaxed. There was no fighting it now. She knew without
a doubt that Vicious would drive her over the edge and
into that abyss of ecstasy.
“Vicious! Vicious! I—ah!”
“Come for me, Hallie. Come hard for your master.”
“Unnnhhhh!” The guttural sound escaped her throat on a
low groan. She rocked on his lap as wave after wave of
pure delight swamped her. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Vicious growled with excitement but still didn’t try to
take her. She trembled with the aftershocks of the
wondrous orgasm he’d given her when he removed the
finger from her ass, spread more of the slippery gel there
and gently pushed the plug inside her.
She started to beg him to take it away but then decided
she could do this. It wasn’t painful so much as odd. When
it finally plopped inside her bottom, she moaned. It just
felt so bizarre to have something in there. The weight of
the tail added to the weirdness. She gave an experimental
wiggle of her backside and grimaced. “Oh, that’s so
strange.”
Vicious chuckled. “It looks strange from this end.”
She frowned. “Please don’t make fun of me.”
“Oh Hallie.” He rubbed her bottom. “I would never
make fun of you, not after this sacrifice you’ve made for
me.”
Staring at the floor, she whispered, “It’s not a sacrifice.
I’m doing this for
us
. I know you’d do the same thing if the
roles were reversed.”
“I would,” he assured her as he helped her stand. She
shifted her weight from foot to foot and tried to get used to
the plug in her bottom. He leaned forward and kissed her
belly and then each breast. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but
if it starts to hurt, tell me. I bought the tiniest plug in the
shop. It’s rated for extended wear but you’re new to this.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll definitely let you know when I’m
ready for it to come out.”
He kissed her neck and stood. “I’ll be right back. I need
to change.”
She waited in the living room while he darted into the
bedroom. She practiced walking from one end of the
couch to the other. Her gait was uneven and cautious at
first. The more she practiced, the easier it became to
forget the thing stuck in her bottom. The tip of the cat tail
tickled her thighs though. She wasn’t very fond of that
feeling.
When Vicious returned, he wore a different uniform.
This one had a dressier look to it than the more utilitarian
uniform he’d just been wearing. She noticed he’d switched
out his heavy black boots for a shinier, nicer pair. There
were so many stripes on this uniform’s chest. She didn’t
know a lot about the military but she understood they
earned those for every successful engagement. Vicious had
clearly been in more than his fair share of scrapes.
He picked up the cat-themed lingerie set and gestured
for her to join him. He cracked a smile. “I know I said this
cat thing wasn’t my kink but you look incredibly sexy with
that tail.”
She dared to thump his arm with her smaller fist. “If you
think it’s so sexy, maybe you can wear it next time.”
He rubbed his arm and frowned down at her. “You pack
quite a punch, little one.”
“I had three older brothers, Vicious. I learned to defend
myself at an early age.”
He made a
humph
sound and knelt down in front of her.
“Left foot.”
She did as instructed and let him help her into the
panties. There was a little slit in the back to let the tail
poke through and Vicious guided it in place. The bra fit
fairly well but was a tad roomy in the cups. “Sorry,” she
said, abashed. “I’m not exactly well-endowed.”
“Hush.” He kissed the swell of each breast. “They’re
sexy as fuck.”
“Oh.” Well then…
He grinned and captured her mouth. Standing, he put his
hands on her shoulders. With a sigh, he said, “I have to
leash you tonight, Hallie. We’ll walk to the general’s
apartments, but when we get there, you’ll have to crawl.”
“Right.” She swallowed hard. “Am I allowed to
speak?”
He shook his head. “I’ll speak for you.”
“Okay.”
He tipped her chin. “Remember what I told you last
night. I’m not interested in a full-time slave. This is just
one night. Think of it as a game.”
“A game? I can do that.” She’d have to do that. His
career was on the line. He obviously didn’t want her to
put that pressure on herself but she sensed it wouldn’t go
well for him if she wasn’t on her best behavior. “I won’t
embarrass you or let you down, Vicious. I’ll be the best
damn cat you’ve ever seen.”
He laughed and embraced her. She closed her eyes as
his heat enveloped her. “Of that, I have no doubt.”
Chapter Seven
Conflicted was a good word for describing Hallie’s
current emotional state. She kneeled on all fours at
Vicious’ feet. He sat in a chair just to her right and
enjoyed the lavish dinner that had been prepared for the
officers. Two glass dishes had been placed in front of her
on the floor. One held room-temperature water. The other
some kind of poultry mixed with rice.
When she’d seen the other wives, some more
enthusiastic than others, lapping at their food, she’d tried
to do the same. The mask she wore and the newness of it
made her attempts less than successful. Vicious seemed
happy that she’d at least tried. He reached down every
now and then and stroked her hair. To be petted by her
new husband wasn’t exactly the way she’d hoped to spend
their second night as mates.
So far, this bizarre party hadn’t been too awful. It
wasn’t an experience she was keen to repeat but just this
once was all right. Some of her fellow wives seemed to
actually like this role-playing game. Others clearly hated it
and made only the tiniest effort to embody the role of
feline. Hallie wasn’t having the time of her life but she
chose to give it her all, even if it did make her feel
incredibly stupid and embarrassed.
Upon arriving at General Thorn’s spacious quarters,
she’d been led to a gated area where the other wives
played with various toys. At first, she’d been outraged by
the idea of batting around a ball of string or chasing after a
stuffed mouse dangling from a stick. She’d lifted her gaze
to Vicious’ and seen the flicker of guilt there. Not wanting
him to feel any worse than he already did, she’d thrown
herself into the game with gusto. They’d shared a private
smile as she’d batted the ball of string between her hands.
It wasn’t ideal but she was trying to make the best of it.
Knees aching and arms burning, Hallie tried to think of
anything but her uncomfortable position. Why in the world
was she putting herself through this? It stunned her that
Vicious already meant this much to her. He’d gained her
loyalty remarkably quick. It shocked her that she’d come
to trust and care for this man so much and so fast. Surely,
she wasn’t right in the head.
Maybe those orgasms were warping her mind. It had to
be the flood of hormones from each climax that had made
it so easy for Vicious to convince her to do this. Two days
ago, if a man had come up to her and asked her to dress up
like a cat and a put that
thing
in her backside, she would
have punched him in the face. Vicious had given her the
choice to say no and yet still she’d agreed. What the hell
was wrong with her?
Vicious stroked her skin, his fingertips gliding from her
shoulder to the small of her back. Goose bumps
blossomed under his touch.
This
was what was wrong
with her. His very touch made her shiver with need.
Desire burned low in her belly. His fingers tightened in
her hair, just enough to lift her head a bit. Playing the role
of cat, she nuzzled her cheek against his leg.
He glanced down at her and rewarded her with an
approving smile. A second later, he lowered a juicy piece
of fruit. She accepted the tasty morsel, making sure to suck
his fingers clean. She could feel his leg muscles tensing as
she teased him. Two could play this game. She might be
new at this sex stuff but she was a quick study.
Vicious caressed her face. Her lower back burned but
she remained in place, holding her position as perfectly as
possible. The general’s earlier attention hadn’t escaped
her. He seemed rather interested in her, and she hoped it
was merely curiosity and not something else. There were a
lot of things she was willing to do for Vicious but
that
wasn’t one of them.
When dinner ended, Vicious took her leash in hand and
led her away from the table. She took advantage of the
movement to stretch her tight muscles. They crossed the
living area to another room, this one darker and similar
than the one where Vicious had restrained her. Were all
the apartments equipped with this strange space?
She was suddenly very glad for the cat mask that hid
most of her face. She gawked at the odd pieces of
equipment lining the walls. She spotted the cuffs and
heavy duty rings many of them sported. It didn’t take her
long to figure out the equipment was meant for restraining
—or worse.
Her belly flip-flopped. Fear gripped her hard. Her gaze
flitted around the room. She saw a set of black couches.
Oh please. Please let Vicious lead her there and not one of
those scary metal X’s.
The low, heavy thud of music filled the room. Vicious
tugged on her leash. She hurried to keep up with his long
strides. Her breath caught in her throat when he neared
some kind of sawhorse-looking contraption, but when they
walked straight by it, she let out a sigh of relief. Vicious
took a seat in the corner of one of the couches. He pointed