Kitten {Kellic} [Book 2]

Chapter 27

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~Fuck me~

I held back from biting my lip as I waited for Vic to walk into the room, I was honestly so scared that he was going to turn me down. I wanted to be fucked, so, so bad. And I really wanted Vic to be willing to actually fuck me. At this point, I honestly don't think I'm going to take no for an answer either.

I wanted this, I wanted him so much and just looking at him lately was enough to get me all riled up and one way or another I was going to get fucked by my master.

The door creaked open and Vic stepped in, his eyes immediately falling on me.

"Well, you don't look like a mouse problem do you?" He said, his eyes twinkling slightly. "I'd say you're more of a kitten problem."

I smiled at him, "Well this Kitten has been very, very naughty lately." I told him and Vic smiled at me.

"Well, we just might have to fix that, won't we," he said, walking towards me slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he looked at me like a lion would look at his prey. I held back an excited giggle as he came to me, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair before he clenched his hand into a fist. A whimper slipped through my lips as he yanked me up, craning my head back. "Is it horny?" He asked me in a seductive voice.

"Yes Master," I gasped as his eyes skimmed over my body and Vic- Master Fuentes, sneered at me.

"Looks like someone needs a wax, and to lose some weight," he said eyeing my legs with faux disgust. I knew he was doing it merely for the role and that he honestly didn't really care about how I looked but I still felt sort of bad. I really haven't been keeping myself in shape or waxing or really, well any of the things I used to do since I woke up. I didn't feel the need really, things were different now. I could feel it, not only because I couldn't remember everything which definitely made is somewhat different but Vic was different. He wasn't like he used to be with me, I mean he's always spoiled me rotten, but since I've woken up he's made it almost a habit to remind me that he loves me and he's more, in touch with his feelings towards me. Instead of showing it sometimes, he's constantly showing me in different ways that he's crazy about me and that just made it so much better.

I've always loved Vic, I know that and I've always known that he loves me but now he shows it a lot more and that just makes it all so much better.

But the body thing, I still felt like shit that I haven't been doing what I used to, I was so used to Vic just accepting this and just wanting me to be happy that I haven't really done the things that pleased him.

Like the fact that he likes me hairless –save for the hair on my head- and he likes me fit with a flat stomach and willing to fuck whenever, I'd been so busy just letting him constantly make me happy that I've been neglecting him and that's not how a relationship worked.

So I was going to change that until we were back in our old ways, but with a few new things, like Vic being more in touch with his emotions. That was definitely staying.

"I'm sorry Master," I said in an apologetic voice and he rolled his eyes.

"Disgusting," he muttered and let his hold on my hair go, causing me to fall to the ground. Vic gave me one last sneer as he went to one of the cupboards full of toys and brought out a few things. He glanced over at the little step stool like thing and I caught the message and crawled over to it. I placed my knees on one of the steps and rested my chest against the next one, letting my hands hang down. Vic walked over and cuffed my wrists and ankles to the furniture before he went back to the cupboard.

"Did you get stretched?" He asked glancing over at me.

"Yes Master, Ariel did it."

"I don't care who did it, all I wanted to know was if you were stretched. I didn't need to know who stretched you," my master said and walked back over to me, swinging a familiar piece of leather in his hands as he planted himself behind me.