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“Enough of this talk. We have a party to enjoy. Kittens,” Eddie called out. “Come out and sit on your masters’ laps.”
Chapter Twelve
Eddie Vasco
I had never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Nayla Bell stood before me with a drop of marinara on her nose, flushed skin, wide eyes, and an aura of complete submission around her. I enjoyed her feistiness, but loved this look of complete surrender even more. I had felt her body tremble beneath my petting, and my cock hardened as she pressed up against my leg.
My pet. My perfect and obedient pet.
I motioned for her to come sit on my lap as the other kittens were doing. Some straddled their master’s laps, some curled up, others wanted to be cradled like a baby. I was curious what Nayla would do.
She took a few tentative steps toward me with heavy lids and pouty lips. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but it would have been rude to leave my guests this early. I patted my lap and waited, though anything but patient. I wanted her nude body on me immediately.
She glanced around as if taking her cue from the others and then sat on my lap as if I were a chair. I think I would have preferred a straddle with her pussy lips spread wide, but I did enjoy the delicate nature of how she perched herself on my knees. I pulled her back against me and positioned her so she was cradled in my arms. Swiping with my thumb at the marinara, I chuckled as her face reddened even more.
“Being a kitten suits you,” I said.
She didn’t respond, but looked down to avoid my stare.
I cupped her breast. “Look at me, Nayla.”
She obeyed immediately, which had my cock twitching against her tailed ass.
“Did you get enough to eat?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Are you sure? I know it must have been hard eating that way.”
“I did okay with it,” she said softly, breaking my stare by looking down again.
I reached for my glass of wine and brought it to her lips. “Drink.”
She did so, allowing me to hold the glass for her. The simple act of providing wine made me want to provide much more. My protective instincts and the need to pamper and nurture this woman were taking over the need for revenge and punishment. Whether I liked it or not, seeing Nayla soft and compliant filled me with an overwhelming need to care for her even more.
I took a second to look around and could see some of the men standing up from the table with their pets leashed at their feet. I was pretty sure they were all thinking what I was and wanted to partake in some fun pet play, but I still wanted to talk to them about my sewer rat in the basement before I lost their full attention.
“Gentlemen, before we go off and enjoy this party in our individual ways, I would like us to go out and enjoy a nice cigar under the full moon tonight. It won’t take long, and I think our pets will be fine here without us for a short time.”
I stood up and placed Nayla on a fluffy black rug nearby. She took my cue instantly and sat on the floor as a good kitty would. Her white tail contrasted with the black, and all I could do was picture myself fucking her on it, but business first. Picking up the cedar box of cigars, I motioned for the rest of the men to join me.
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Nayla Bell
I didn’t want Eddie to leave. Maybe it was because I still felt awkward sitting with the rest of the women who chatted among themselves, or maybe it was some other reason, but I didn’t want to be left here without him.
As I sat on the rug looking around, it dawned on me that the entire time I ate, was a pet, caressed, and held, I didn’t think about my current situation. I wasn’t a captive. I didn’t feel like a prisoner. I was not scared for my life or afraid of Eddie Vasco the mafia king.
I didn’t want to kill Eddie. I didn’t want to run and hide.
What I wanted was more of his touch.
Tears welled in my eyes. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way? Or better yet, why wasn’t I trying to escape now that no one was around to make sure I stayed in the room? The other women paid no attention to me, and even if they did, they didn’t know I was held here against my will. So if I got up and walked out of this room, they wouldn’t give it a second thought.
So, on shaky legs, I did just that.
