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“Please...don't stop.”
“Tell me, Kitty Cat, who the fuck are you?”
“I'm your Lady...”
“Yes, you are, but most importantly, what are you?”
She whimpers, “I'm the Lord's slut,” she pants heavily.
“Fuck yes, you are,” I pull her up, “Stand up.” I wait for her to stand, the opener hanging between her legs, “Sit in your father's chair and spread those gorgeous legs.”
She turns and sits, moaning because she can feel the handle embedded inside her, “You now have a choice, Kitty Cat. You can either get yourself off using your new little toy or by my hand. What's it going to be?” I cross my arms and wait for her to reply.
Her hand shakes as she takes hold of the sharp end of the opener and slowly starts to move it in and out of her, “Fuck...”
I smile as I lick my bottom lip, “Now, be a good slut and come all over that handle.”
Watching her enjoy herself as she gets off is a win for me. This was part of a test. Yeah, it's a degrading test but one that tells me a lot about who Catalina Scott really is. The fact that she can do the same depraved shit to herself that I would love to do to her tells me just how perfect she is.
Her breathing is getting heavier, “That's it, you love it, don't you, Kitty Cat?”
“Fuck yes...”
“Faster, baby...come for me. Rub that slutty clit and come.” I want to jerk off and come again myself, but I won't. I can wait until later when I'm showering and picturing all the dirty and crude things I want to do to our girl. And she is precisely that,ours.
I'm too busy helpingKitty Cat straighten her clothes to notice the smoke coming from under the door, “What is that smell?” she asks with her nose in the air.
I sniff as I turn around, and that's when I see it, “Fuck! Someone set a fucking fire in the outer office!” I run over and feel the door, only to be met with warmth, “God fucking damn it! Call the fire department while I call the guys!”
I watch her pick up the office phone while I wait for Fynn to pick up, “Yo, what's up?”
“Get to the Provost's building now! Someone set the outer office on fire. Catalina and I are trapped in her father's office!”
“Shit! We are on our way!” Fynn hangs up just as Kitty Cat is hanging up.
“Go to the window, now!” I reach for her hand.
“We are on the third floor, Oakley! How are we supposed to get out?” I can see the fear in her eyes, and I pull her to me.
Grabbing her face in both hands, I make her look at me, “Hey, we are going to be fine. Now is not the time to lose your shit, okay? I need you, Kitty Cat; I need my Lady, so we can figure this out. Can you do this for me?”
She stares blankly at me but then nods, “Yeah, I'm good. Let's do this.”
“That's my girl.” I kiss her forehead and then pull her toward the window.
Kitty Cat is correct. There is no way out, not even a ledge, to climb out on. I tell her to stay by the window, so she has fresh air, and I go in search of anything that we can use. I come up empty-handed everywhere I check until I open the small closet and find a rope, oddly enough. Hoping it's long enough, I go back to the window and tie it around Kitty Cat's waist.
“Do you know how to rappel?” I ask her as I test the knot.
“I've done it once in high school, but I'm not very good at it,” she responds.
“That's okay,” I tie the other end around my own waist, “I will be the anchor while you rappel down. Once you get to the bottom, untie the rope so I can bring it back up, tie it off here, and come down.”
“What? No, we go together!” she argues, and I grab her face once again.
“Listen! We are too heavy together; the rope won't hold us both. We are wasting time arguing, now get that cute butt up on that sill and climb out!” I crash my lips against hers, “Hurry!”
Kitty Cat does as she's told and dangles her legs out the window before turning onto her stomach. She looks me in the eye, “Don't let go,” she holds my stare for a moment.
