Luke's Kitten ✔

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"Daddy. My tummy feels funny."

"What kinda funny?" I asked, looking away from my laptop, "Like you ate too much or you're sick?"

"Eat too much and sick." He pouted.

"Alright come here." I said, pushing my seat back so I could get up if I needed.

He walked over, standing beside me. I set my hand on his cool forehead.

"You feel fine. Do you want to go sit down for a bit?" I suggested.

"Wanna stay wif Daddy." Michael frowned.

"Michael, daddy's very busy. Can you go see what Calum is doing?" I asked.

He gave me a small nod before trudging out of the dining room. I went back to my laptop, emailing people and trying to read all the complaints about the newest hotel.

My phone pulled me away from my laptop. I glanced down at it, seeing Calum's name flash at the top of my phone screen. I tapped on the notification as I saved my draft on the computer. I picked up my phone and smiled when I saw a photo of Michael asleep on Calum and Ashton's bed. He was surrounded by clean stacks of clothes since the couple was planning on going to Hawaii tomorrow.

Under the photo was a quick text stating that Cal gave him some painkillers for his stomachache. I thanked him and told him I'd put Michael in his room after I finished my work. Don't worry about it, he replied, he's fine.

|Michael|

"Daddy, where Callie and Ashie?" I asked, walking into the living room.

"They left for Hawaii, remember?" Luke replied, flipping through the channels on the tv.

"Yes. Mikey remember." I said as I sat down in his lap.

"It's 'I remember' not 'Mikey remember'. Understood?"

"Yes daddy. I understand." I nodded.

"Good boy." He praised, patting my back softly before turning his attention back to the television.

I silently ran my fingers over the fake flowers that sat in the clear vase on the table beside the couch.

"may I take?" I asked, holding one of the fake purple roses for Luke to see.

"Sure." He mumbled, not fully paying attention.

I grinned and took the small flowers. They bent easily. I quietly wove them into a flower crown. I stood up and placed the crown on my head, giggling.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I squealed, "Pretty daddy?"

Luke looked up at me and nodded, "Very pretty. Did you make that all by yourself?"

I nodded, proud of myself, "Yes."

When I nodded, the crown fell onto the floor by Luke's feet. I frowned and looked down at it. I sighed and bent down to grab it. I felt my skirt move up so when I stood up I nervously tugged it down before setting my flower crown on my head.

My eyes caught a glimpse at Daniel, which I've been searching for all morning. I grinned and grabbed him off the chair.

"Michael."

I frowned slightly when I sensed the slight irritation in the blond's voice.

"Sit down." He ordered sternly.

I held Daniel to my chest as I giggled to myself, walking on my tiptoes just to be silly. I climbed up in Luke's lap and straddled him with my bum by his knees.

I made Daniel walk on Luke's shoulder and the couch. I tossed his softly, making him fly. He fell off the couch, onto the floor.

"No! DanDan!" I exclaimed, diving down to pick him up off the ground.

"Michael, I think its time to go to bed." Luke decided, not giving me room to object.

"M not tired." I pouted, brushing back the fur on my stuffed animal.

"It wasn't a question. Its time for bed." He stated, a bit more stern this time.

I sighed, "O'tay. Night night."

|Luke|

I quietly opened the door to Michael's room, finding him in his bed. He was fast asleep, Daniel to his chest and thumb in his mouth, like always. I silently thanked the gods that Michael was such a deep sleeper and he immediately fell asleep.

I have the worst insomnia but Michael was the complete opposite. He could sleep anywhere and at any time. I shut the door before going to my room and turning the lamp on. I hated my room being fully lit up with lights.

I tugged my simple white button up shirt off, tossing it in my hamper, along with my trousers. I groaned slightly when I collapsed on my huge king sized mattress.

I closed my eyes and immediately imagined Michael in the living room. He bent down right in front of my, his skirt going up and showing off his garter belt that was made for thin red lace that matched his panties.

The lace was rose printed and I could see very vividly in my mind his soft pale skin against the red fabric. I pushed my body off my bed and went into my private bathroom connected to my room.

Only the biggest rooms had their own bathrooms. Calum and Ashton got one out of the two biggest, which had a bathroom with two sinks and a big shower. I had the other biggest room since I was eventually going to be sharing it with my fiancé or husband.

I put the water on, letting it heat up a bit. I tugged my tight boxers off before steeping under the hot waterfall of water. I relaxed under the water and just rested my head against the cold tile wall.

I shut my eyes and saw Michael again. I could get him back in my lap, pulling him closer until his chest was against mine. His stomach against mine. He'd straddle me and I grab his hips, his waist, his thighs.

He likes being tied up. I'd wrap his wrists up and my fingers would hover over his skin, listening to him beg to be touched. I'd push him down on the bed and hear him scream.

He likes being teased. I'd tease him until he cried out that he could take it. He likes being spanked and I'd spank him until his bum was redder than the rose patterned lace he wore.

He would be all mine and he'd be begging for me to give him all of myself.

My eyelids ripped open and I pulled my hand away from my hot skin. I put my hand under the waterfall of water, watching the thick white substance run off my skin.

I would ruin him.