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“You look beautiful, kitten. Simply perfect,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help but smile at his words. A warm tingling pulled at my heart, but I chose to ignore it as much as I could.
I didn’t want to have feelings for this man.
I was afraid I wasn’t going to have a choice.
Chapter
8
Chloe
“Are you hungry, kitten?” he asked quietly.
My stomach growled rather ferociously at his words.
“When was the last time you ate anything?” he asked, a touch of concern in his tone.
“I ate breakfast, sir. I totally forgot to eat anything else,” I answered, a bit embarrassed that I’d forgotten to eat in all the excitement of the day. My voice shook a little bit and my bottom hole tightened around the plug. I was quickly realizing that I wouldn’t be able to forget about it for some time to come.
“I’m going to feed you dinner, little one. We need to make sure you’re well fed,” he whispered. I had half expected him to admonish me, but he didn’t. Instead, he took my hand in his and helped me off the bed. I sighed a bit in relief. I wasn’t sure how much more punishment I could take that night.
“Can I take out the tail?” I quipped and he chuckled.
“No, little kitten. You will be wearing that much of the night,” he answered, and I gasped softly in an effort to hide my surprise. “Come. Follow me to the kitchen. The chef will be able to whip something up for you,” he added.
“But,” I proceeded to say, and he cut me off.
“You will remain dressed as you are. You are my kitten and kittens don’t wear clothing, now do they?” he asked, his tone firmer than before.
“No, sir,” I answered, and I felt a droplet of my own arousal moisten my thigh.
“Good girl. Now follow me,” he directed.
I did and I blushed with every step. The tail was heavy, and it pulled on the plug. The fur brushed against the backs of my legs and swayed from side to side as I walked. It was long enough to just graze my calves and it made me warm with both shame and arousal. The collar gripped my throat and the bell rang just a little with each step.
As we walked through the hallway, I was able to get a better look at his penthouse. The blue and gray theme continued throughout the space and was incorporated in a number of ways from the light fixtures on the walls to the soft carpet beneath my feet. We passed a few rooms, many with the doors closed, so I couldn’t look inside. At least, not yet.
He led me into the kitchen. It was far larger than I expected. All the countertops were made of marble. The island was enormous and featured a stovetop and sink. There were a multitude of stainless-steel appliances, so much so that any chef would be at home with everything they would ever need at their disposal. The backsplash was white tile with dark gray veining throughout. It was all so extravagant that I almost wanted to cook myself, but I had no idea what I was doing in the kitchen. Most of my meals comprised of cereal and frozen dinners.
Silas rang a small silver bell sitting on the counter. He sat down at the table and gathered me in his arms. Less than a minute later, another man joined us in the kitchen. He didn’t flinch or gaze at me with any sort of interest when he entered. Instead, he politely greeted Silas and waited for instructions.
“Chloe, this is Matt. He’s my personal chef and he’ll prepare your dinner for you tonight. Now, what would you like to eat?” Silas asked, all while he was softly running his hands up and down my arms.
I swallowed nervously, my nipples hardening at the fact that I was just about entirely naked and dressed as a kitten in front of another man. I tried to think of something that I wanted to eat, but I kept coming up blank.
“Ummm,” I began, biting my lip as I tried to bide my time before I could come up with what I wanted to eat for dinner.
“Matt is very good at cooking a delicious plate of tuna. Would you like something like that?” Silas guided and I was grateful for the suggestion.
“I’ve never had something like that, but I like sushi very much and I like tuna,” I answered. I could feel Silas grinning against my shoulder.
“Prepare the best piece you have, Matt. Sear it lightly and leave it rare. Also, make that ginger rice you do so well and make sure to include some soy sauce and wasabi as well,” Silas replied.
I chewed the inside of my cheek, still feeling awfully naked and quite self-conscious. I pressed against Silas for support, and for some reason, that offered me confidence.
I watched as the chef prepared my meal, all while I sat in Silas’ lap. His arm was wound tightly around my torso and it was comforting at the same time it was restraining. I leaned against him, watching as the chef lightly oiled the pain and took several ingredients out of the fridge in order to prepare the food.
He placed a thick piece of red tuna in the pan and the sound of the searing meat was like music to my ears. My mouth began to water as he seasoned it. I was so very famished, and I couldn’t wait to take a bite. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long because he only had it in the pan for a few quick minutes before he plated it. He mixed the rice together with oil and what appeared to be ginger paste in a much smaller pan. Before I knew it, he was sliding a plate in front of me and I reached to take the silverware beside it.
