I walked slowly towards my wine cooler, trying to stay calm as the butterflies multiplied in my stomach with each step.
Anything.
I could ask my kitten for anything.
Should we cuddle in bed?
Kiss?
I could put my cock down her throat, make her gag or....
She could give meher virginity, sweetly and obediently.
My grip tightened around the bottle of Chardonnay, but I was terrified.
Terrified of making her cry.
My love, my little y/n....
She was the sun in late winter, melting the snow that clung to the land yet so weak, so prone to be covered by a cloud.
if I took her, spread her legs and broke her....
She would only end up bleeding and crying in pain.
I wouldn't be able to control myself.
But little kitten was sick.
She was weak.
She needed a bath, not my cum dripping down her tight, tiny flower.
"Now kitten," I decided, uncorking the bottle of wine.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Strip for me."
I had expected a sigh of relief, maybe even a small smile but her eyes immediately went wide and she took a step back.
"But....but Harry--"
"I won't hurt him." Filling my glass to mid mark, I met her eyes. "Now strip and wash yourself to your heart's content."
Her body trembled like a blade of grass.
"D-depyonim," she mumbled, gripping the animal tightly while stepping backwards. "P-please....please don't do this. Send me home, I'm begging you. I want to go h-home...."
This talk again.
Didn't she know how much it hurt me?
"This is your home," I reminded her, swirling the wine in my glass. "Here is where you will live, sleep, and return to. You're mine, in paper and off. Now strip for me....or would you rather I do it for you?"
Y/n shook her head quickly.
"N-no, I'll...."
Letting the cat down, she straightened up, eyes going from my face to the floor as one of her soft, tender hands reached for the zipper on her skirt.