Dalton’s head snaps up, and his eyes widen as I sink into a kneeling position. I rest my bare ass on my feet and put one hand on my knee while holding up the end of the leash towards him and lowering my eyes to the floor.
There’s a moment of silence that feels like eons. Just as the fear I misjudged the situation creeps in, I hear his chair creak. I lift my eyes slightly, and I see him stand up and come around the desk. My entire body hums alive. Please, please, please, take what I’m offering.
I drop my eyes again, staring at his feet, hoping he likes this display of submission.
He says nothing as he moves in front of me, but my breathing becomes shallow when his fingertips trace the contours of my face and he tips my chin up.
My hand with the end of the leash is still in the air, and when he doesn’t take it immediately, I ask, “Does Sir accept my offering?”
Fuck, what if he says no?
Dalton is impossible to read, and the silence is maddening. Finally, he reaches down and takes the end of the leash from my fingers. He gives it a gentle tug. “Stand.”
Relief floods through me, and the feeling is quickly replaced with lust. Oh, yes, this is going to be good.
When I rise, he pulls on the leash again, and I feel the collar shift around my neck. “Do you know what you look like?”
My skin prickles with excitement. “Your Kitten, Sir?”
Dalton steps closer and runs his free hand along the edge of the cat ears, trailing his fingers down my neck to my breasts. My nipples are already stiff from desire, and I hold in a moan as he cups my breast.
“You look like a naughty kitten who deserves to be spanked.”
Ohhh, fuck yes! I lower my lashes to hide the triumph in my eyes. “Yes, Sir. I’ve been averybad kitten.”
“And do you know why you’ve been bad?”
Shit, am I supposed to think of something? I love that he’s playing along with me. This is going so much better than I expected, but I’m still not sure how to respond, so I say the first thing that pops into my head.
“Because I didn’t offer to suck on your cock as soon as I walked in.”
As I hear the words come out of my mouth, it feels like my entire body blushes. I can’t believe how slutty that sounded. I peek up at him to see how he’s taking my confession. One eyebrow is raised, and a smile flirts along the corners of his mouth.
“That’s right. You need to learn obedience. So first I’m going to spank you...”
He tweaks my nipple, and a delicious painful twinge heads straight to my clit while he continues. “...Then you’re going to apologize for being such a naughty slut before you suck my cock.”
I’m on board with everything he’s saying, but I stop myself from nodding eagerly. I’m so turned on, my pussy is wet and throbbing, desperate for his attention.
“Yes, Sir.”
Dalton pulls the leash, and I step forward, letting him guide me to a corner of the room where there’s a large, soft armchair. He points at the chair. “Over the side. Show me that ass.”
Holy shit, he’s not messing around. Without hesitation, I bend over the side and rest my cheek against the fabric, spreading my legs. A shudder of excitement rolls through me, and wetness drips down my inner thighs. I’m so fucking horny. I’ve never done anything like this.
I brace myself for the first smack, but instead he runs his hands over the curves of my ass cheeks and hums his approval.
“Such a lovely ass,” he murmurs before his voice deepens and he sounds serious. “Remember, use the word ‘red’ if you need me to pause or stop. Do you understand?”
I murmur agreement and wiggle my ass against his hands.
He gives me a tiny spank that doesn’t hurt at all. “My Kitten has to answer me if she wants to play.”
My head spins from neediness, and it takes effort to speak clearly. “Yes, ‘red’ if I want you to stop.”
I’m not expecting the immediate sharp spank, and the surprise makes me cry out. When he spanks me again, a warmth spreads through me and my clit pulses. I moan after another smack. It’s exhilarating, and I wiggle my ass, desperate for more.
Dalton rubs his hand over the spots he spanked. “Such an eager slut. I bet you’re desperate for my cock.”