The Bad Boy's Kitten

Chapter 3

I probably look like a fish right now. I have been opening and closing my mouth for about a minute now. Did this boy just say what I think he just say, he asked me to be his pet? What. The. Fuck. What does that even fucking mean? I swear if he wants to have sex with me imma kick him the balls, but I could use this to my advantage, people can stop bullying me because he does look pretty scary when he is angry or even just in general.

I grabbed his hand and moved it away from my face. "What the fuck did you say? You did not just ask me that?" I ask with disbelief clear in my voice. Wow that's new I didn't stutter or talk quietly this time, maybe I'm getting used to him.

He then chuckled before replying me. "Yes, Kitten, I did just ask you that." He said with amusement in his voice and AGAIN another mother flipping smirk, I swear I'm gonna bitch slap that fucking smirk off his face.

All of a sudden he became serious and grabbed my chin, dude can you talk to me without touching me, there is this thing called personal space, you ever heard of it?

"Never cuss again, I don't want to hear such words coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours or I will punish you. Understood?" He said in a stern voice that just made me want to submit to him. If this dude can stop me from cussing then he is an angel sent from heaven because no one can stop me from cussing, it's like a second nature to me.

Again, I grabbed his hand and moved it away from my face because each time he touches me it makes my knees weak and it feels marvelous, but I can't get to close to him he will just leave like every other guy.

"For 1, good luck on getting me to stop cussing, my own momma can't get me to stop and for 2, if I were to agree to this so-called deal, IF, what does that even mean?" I asked him

He took a step back, finally, this dude was making my knees weak. "Well Kitten, it means you would be my pet sorta, you basically do what I say, oh and also since I call you Kitten you have to call me master." He told me with a smirk on his face towards the end of his sentence. This dude stupid if he thinks imma call him master.

"Okay I agree-" his smirk got wider, not just yet baby. "BUT-" and then the smirk his gone and replaced with a small one, eh that's a start I guess. "I have some conditions to this deal." I said to him.

"What are your conditions, Kitten?" he asked me. I really hope I'm not making a mistake agreeing to this deal.

"Okay condition 1, I'm not gonna call you master cause that's just weird and I would also like it if you stop calling me kitten. Condition 2, no sexual shit, like if I say no then that means no. Buena? (which means okay in Spanish)" I told him with seriousness in my voice.

"Pick Gatito, you can only have one you don't get both." He said with a thick Spanish accent which made when wet, damn this dude is going to be the death of me. This asshole knew I was going to go with the second on so he did this on purpose, dick.

"Fine, I'll go with the second one, but I'm not calling you master all the time like I'm not gonna call you that in public maybe in private, shit like that." I told him with a serious tone. He is crazy if he thinks imma call him that in front of people.

"Fine by me." he said and motioned for me to grab his hand. You see I don't really like touching people like I don't really hug people and stuff like that, I been like that for most of my life. I just not an affectionate person and everyone knows it.

"Ummm...... Here's the thing I don't really like touching people, so I ain't gonna hold your hold, Okay?" I asked him hoping that he will just let this slide but nope this dude doesn't.

He grabbed my hand himself and made sure I couldn't pull away and said, "Well too bad because I like touching you and you kinda have to listen to be Gatito." this dude even had the decency to have another smirk on his face.