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The chef popped open a bottle of red wine, deftly pouring it into a glass and put it on the table in front of me along with the food. I licked my lips, looking forward to the taste of everything on my tongue.
Silas gently took a hold of my wrist and stopped me from taking the fine silver into my fingers. I stilled and stared as he took a hold of them himself. His arms still secure around me, he began to cut into the tuna. The knife slid through the expensive fish as if it were butter and my mouth watered as he gathered a small amount of rice, making the perfect first bite. Carefully, he lifted the fork to my lips, and I took the food in my mouth without hesitation.
The tuna tasted as good as it looked and I moaned, unable to contain how much I enjoyed it. I was so hungry that I didn’t even attempt to fight him as he fed me. I kept my hands in my lap, dutifully opening my mouth for every bite.
I tried not to think about the fact that I was a grown woman being fed by a man. I was fully capable of feeding myself, but it felt nice to be taken care of like this, at least for the moment. For some strange reason, the entire experience felt seductive in its own way. He was in control and as he cut and prepared every delicious morsel for me to consume, I felt small, vulnerable, but cherished in a way I’d never experienced before. I squirmed in his lap just the slightest bit and accidentally rubbed my pussy against his thigh, causing him to chuckle softly in my ear.
“I have more plans for you later, kitten. For now, you will be patient and finish your dinner while you sit here in my lap,” he commanded quietly, but there was a certain twinge of amusement to his tone that made me want to wiggle again just because, so I did. He laughed out loud this time before he placed the fork down on the table. His palm caressed my pussy, softly cupping it as he used a single finger to lightly graze over my clit. I ground into his finger and he chuckled a bit more before his palm slapped my pussy. Immediately, my body tightened around the plug in my bottom as the delicious sting burst across my pussy and even deeper into my core.
“Behave, kitten, or else I’ll have to spank you in front of my chef,” he warned, and I shivered, unable to help myself as my nipples tightened with arousal at the thought. When his hand left the sensitive flesh between my thighs, I sighed softly, both in relief that he wasn’t going to spank me there again and also in disappointment that I wasn’t going to come right there in his lap.
He lifted the glass of wine and carefully brought it to my lips. With a certain practiced diligence, he tipped the glass toward me enough that I could take a small sip and I hummed happily as the taste of an expensive dry cabernet washed over my tongue. He pulled it away and I found my gaze drawn to the red liquid as he held it in front of me.
“Would you like some more wine, kitten?” he asked, and I nodded, before I remembered that he expected me to answer him.
“Yes, sir,” I said quietly, and he hummed with approval. He allowed me to take two more sips before he put it back down on the table and returned to the meal in front of me. I ate every last bite of that delicious food until the plate was empty. When we were done, the chef whisked the plate away and Silas allowed me several more sips of wine.
“Come now, let’s watch a movie before we get ready for bed,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up off his lap. My tail swung beneath me and I blushed, knowing that the chef could see it and he’d know that it was attached to me by a plug in my bottom hole. I tried not to think about it, but my pussy clenched all the same.
I both hated and liked that I was turned on by that.
We left the kitchen and he carried me into an extravagant theater room. There was a massive circle shaped chair in the center, which he placed me down on before climbing onto it himself. There were a multitude of pillows and when he finally got settled, I curled around him. As I pressed my ear against his chest, the gentle sound of his heartbeat lulled me into an intense state of calm and relaxation. The screen flickered in front of us, and a movie started playing on it. His fingers petted my skin and when I shivered just a little bit, he covered me in a blanket. I pressed myself more firmly against him, and the warmth of his body surrounded me like a tender embrace.
I didn’t really pay attention to what was happening in the movie. Instead, I just stared at the screen and spent much of it reflecting on what had happened over the course of the last week. I didn’t yet understand why, but I felt drawn to this man in a way I had never even remotely experienced before. He was cruel at times and remarkably kind at others. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even realize the movie had ended until the beats of a pop song made the speakers pulse all around us.
“Do you really think I have what it takes to make it big?” I asked quietly.
“I know you do. You have real talent, kitten, and I’m going to make sure you’re given every opportunity to show it,” he replied, his voice firm and a certain proud confidence that unnerved me at the same time that it made my heart swell.
“I don’t know what I’ve done to earn that from you,” I answered.
“I’ve told you, kitten. You’re mine and I take care of what’s mine,” he murmured, and I blushed as I hid my face in his chest. For a while, he was silent as he ran his hands
over my body in a quiet show of appreciation. His fingers dug gently into my scalp and I sighed softly as delicious tremors of delight tingled beneath my skin.
I was more content than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Are you sore, kitten?” he asked.
I was. My pussy still pulsed with a lingering sting from both his palm and his cock. My breasts and bottom also ached from being spanked and I quietly nodded against his chest.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my words barely audible.
“Purr for me, kitten,” he commanded.
I blushed hard.
“You want me to what?” I whispered, trying to hide the disbelief in my tone.
“I want to hear you purr for me, kitten,” he instructed again.
“But…” I scoffed, and his hand dropped to my bottom, cupping it just enough to be threatening, but not hard enough to be truly painful. I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat even further with shame.
“You will do as you’re told, kitten. I won’t remind you of this again,” he warned, and I shivered as I imagined what would happen if I disobeyed him. I didn’t need a second reminder. I would do as he instructed.
I pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and breathed out, rolling my tongue and making the sound of a purring kitten, just like he wanted. At first, it was a bit tentative and I lost it several times before I gained a bit more confidence. After several seconds, I perfected it, mimicking the purr of a contented kitten as I cuddled against him.
“Good girl,” he finally said. “I enjoyed that.”
