A Kitty for Santa Ch. 04

"I'm glad I have you back beautiful don't scare me like that ever again you hear."

"I'll try not to get kidnapped again, as long as you promise to keep talking."

"Anything for you."

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Honey there is nothing for you to be sorry for. I should be sorry for bringing Jane into your life. You handled yourself well and you went down fighting. If you ever want to talk about it I'm here."

"She isn't even worth talking about. The sooner I can forget the sooner I can heal."

Arrival at my house was as planned. They snuck in, tires were popped, agents and officers were scrambling and my sisters were running for cover apparently Jordan didn't tell them the plan in order to ensure that no one "acted wrong." When all was said and done I was rushed to the hospital with everyone in separate cars. Santana and I sat in the back of the Tahoe, while Jordan sat in the front and Celeste drove.

At the hospital my parents were very composed once inside the room my mom burst into tears and my dad was crying. That was weird my dad is super reserved, funny like no other but he had never cried in front of us, not even when he got word that his parents had died. Yet here was my superhero dad, crying and holding me, thanking God that I was alive. My sister was extremely thorough and only Santana and a nurse were allowed in the room. Pictures were taken by an investigator and I had blood drained from me for all sorts of test. I had needle marks on my body so they wanted to make sure that she hadn't injected me with anything deadly.

I was treated for the ammonia inhalation and the scars and wounds.

A Psychiatrist was brought and we set up a time to get together and talk. I had hated therapy before and I would probably hate it now but I didn't have a choice. I realized I would need to talk this out, it wasn't fair to tell my loved ones in order to heal. Santa would blame herself and my sisters, well they just didn't need to hear the details. After so many days I had begun to feel responsible as if I had brought this on myself. Truth is sometimes I still feel responsible.

I had to answer questions and I was honest. I told them I was rescued by a team, wearing ski masks and then pushed out of the vehicle in front of my house. They never spoke and gave me clothes to wear. They never said anything to each other or me. They asked for my location and all I knew was we took the SR 14 to the I-5 to get back. I mean whose gonna question the woman with torture written all over her literally. They asked about Jane but I had no clue what happened to her when I was rescued. Everything else will just have to be settled when the questions come.

I should have been held for observation but my sister decided she would just go home with me and do everything herself at my place. I hate hospitals and was putting up quite a struggle at being told to stay still every few minutes. All I wanted was to shower, get into comfortable clothes, eat something and fall asleep in the arms of my lover, my woman, my Santa.

When I got home we received word that an "anonymous tip" gave them Jane's bodies location. She had been shot twice, I didn't need to know anything else I felt slightly responsible. Something I had to deal with; the death of Jane Butler was in my hands, that was the end of her. I couldn't really believe that it was over, no more hiding, no more worries, no more Jane. Santana took it well, she was tough on the outside but I know a part of her wished she could've helped her. Her heart is too big to wish death upon anyone.

It's hard to live in a world where it's either your life or someone else's. Where as long as either one of you is alive the other will never be safe. I try to pretend like its no big deal, but even though I didn't kill her I feel like her death is on my hands. Every one says her death was necessary to avoid any further blood shed, but how do you live knowing it was them or you.

Sometimes you think you're invincible, you're untouchable. I did when I was a teenager, I thought I was on top of the world and nothing could touch me. I never thought I would suffer the fate of any of my friends who made mistakes and had to learn from them. Then as a cop all of that meant nothing to me, I developed a paranoia of who might be watching me and who might be looking for me. Being a teenager was way better, right? Here I was afraid of the convicts who might come for me, but it was an FBI agent who came to break down my door.

A full month passed before my life returned to 'normal'. I haven't been to work since and the truth is I'm not sure I want to go back. Mac's doing better he also got a few weeks off.

I'm good at what I do and I love what I do, but as long as I keep putting the bad guys away some will try to look for me to keep me from doing my job. Problem is I can't leave it behind, even as fun as these 3 weeks have been, spending time with everyone at random hours of the day. I miss it, I miss all of it.

It's been hard being at home, Santana comes home from work and stays with me every night and she brings clothes and takes stuff back. The few nights she can't stay, for whatever reason, are the worst. I either go stay with one of my sisters or Jordan stays with me. I hate being scared, I know she's gone but only time will help me get over the fear of what may be lurking around the corner. I want her to move in with me, I want my girl to come home to me every night and I want to wake up with her.

I'm going to ask her to move in with me tonight. I don't want to wait for her anymore I want to show and tell her how I feel about her. I made dinner for us. These few weeks have been great for everyone who comes over, I've been glued to the Food Network and Bobby Flay and Giada are my new best friends.

"Thanks for dinner Kitty, a girl could get used to this you know." She had just loaded the dishwasher it was our routine, I made dinner and she helped with the dishes.

"I know, just don't take me for granted." She was leaning against the countertop and I walked over to rest in her arms.

"I promise I will never take anything you do for granted." She kissed the top of my forehead as she massaged the small of my back.

"Baby I want to tell you something and do me a favor and just listen until I'm done, I need to get it out."

"Ok, let's sit on the sofa." She walked behind me and sat down motioning for me to sit between her legs while she held me. This would make it easier for me, that way I didn't have to look at her. Not that she wasn't amazing to look at.

"Well you know sometimes you have to go home and that bed is lonely without you." A kiss to my neck encouraged me to keep going. "I don't wanna go through life, every single night wishing we could do it right, not that we're doing it wrong." I felt her smile form as she brought her cheek next to mine. "I don't wanna hold my pillow tight, wishing it was you in my arms." Pulling my body closer to her I found the courage I needed to keep speaking. "You know when it starts to get late and it's time to go to sleep, I don't know what to do without you. I need you beside me because those king size sheets are missing their queen."

"That was cute."

"You know what I meant. It's lonely without you, I need you to come and hold me tight. I want to spend my life with you every night. You mean more to me than anything or anyone, stay with me, I wanna be with you forever."

I heard her giggle and now I felt silly.
 "Baby you put your arms around me and I'm home, no matter where that is, I'm home, you are my home."

I turned around and held her face as I whispered into her lips.

"Will you move in with me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Why wouldn't I? Santana I miss you when you go to your place."

I turned in her arms not understanding why she hadn't said yes.

"I miss you too beautiful I just don't want to impose on your freedom."

"Freedom what freedom all I want is you and freedom with your body. Will you move in?"

"Of course beautiful, it would be an honor." She sealed it with a kiss. "When can I move in?"

"Whenever you want." She pulled me in closer to her and I was home in the arms of my girl, my one and only.

As she held me in her arms I knew I wanted more than to just be held I needed my woman. I needed everything I had been missing. For so long she had held back but not anymore. She had been so tender in our love making. She had been the opposite of that take charge person I loved. Tonight I would take her and make her mine. She had been pre-cautious allowing me ample room to move forward at my own pace.

I started kissing her neck knowing that this would weaken her resolve. I had been seeing a therapist for a while. I had confessed that Santana was slightly distant. I mean she loved me and held me and talked but it wasn't the same. She explained that it might be a feeling of guilt because of what happened. I was hoping to erase any guilt tonight.

"You know you've been going to the gym a lot and I love the progress."

"Oh is that right? What are you thinking Kitty?" My hands were already in the process of checking that progress. Tracing the rim of her jeans feeling her soft skin was making me horny as fuck. I mean we hadn't made love in that tear your clothes off fuck on the kitchen table type.

Pulling myself above her so that we could be lips to lips, breast to breast and pussy to pussy I whispered into her lips.

"I need you." I straddled her hips and cupped her tits before she could stop me. I worked my lips to her ears keeping her close. "Kitty needs her Santa." Her resistance was being a bit difficult as her hands only stayed on my shoulders trying to keep any distance because she knew she would falter.

"Baby ...I...we" I had to push I knew she was at the edge, she had to be.

I pulled back and smiled as I always did when I was being respectful of her wishes, but not tonight baby. Not tonight.

I pulled my shirt over my head, snapped off my bra tossing it along with my shirt.

If I thought I loved her tits she was about to start drooling. If she was going to resist then I would have to entice. Lifting my tits I leaned back and started playing with myself, damn I needed this. I needed her but she was playing hard to get. I closed my eyes and enjoyed feeling myself, my nipples were getting hard and goosebumps were starting to form.

Her hands were now on my thighs rubbing up and down, I couldn't help but smile. Just a little further and she would touch my skin. I knew she would crack today and then I would take this to a whole other level.

"Tiff." Her voice was low and I knew we were a go. It was the same voice that had enticed me so long ago.

I didn't respond I just kept rolling my nipples between my fingers. Her hands were getting closer to my skin but they weren't there yet.

"Tiffany?"

I was forcing her to take me, to want me, to need me. I was calling out the sexual beast I knew she was. Finally.

Her hands went up my back pulling me to her by my shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"I want you."

I pulled her down and fed her my nipple. I thought I was going to cum right there. Working her tongue in circles around my nipple. Then sucking me for all I was worth. Oh I had unleashed a beast and I wasn't sure I was ready. I had lost my upper-hand at being the aggressor and was slightly worried my plan would be put on the back burner.

Her hands were unbuttoning my jeans and undoing the zipper as her teeth were biting my nipples. I didn't want to be free of this sweet torture. Holding her to my breast lifting to help the removal of my jeans. I pulled away altogether and stood.

"Hold on." I held her by her shoulders at a distance.

"I'm sorry I..."

"No don't you dare be sorry for wanting this. It's just well will you wait for me in our bedroom and I'll be right there."

"Mmmm, I like the sound of that 'our bedroom'." She slapped my backside as she got up to go into the room. A few days ago I had ordered some supplies online because I didn't want Santana to see my purchase and today she would be surprised.

I walked in finding her sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands.

"You look comfortable."

"I wasn't sure how you wanted me."

"Is that right? You're just going to give yourself to me?"

"Do you have a plan?"

"Maybe..." She pulled me towards her and my jeans were completely undone and I was topless, I definitely felt naughty.

Her lips were again forcing my plans out of my head. Kissing down my stomach and her fingers pulling my jeans completely off.

"Stand so you can undress."

I stepped back and she looked so strong and confident undressing. It was the way a model would undress and not a stripper. The purpose was nudity and as every strip of skin appeared so did a new trickle of my pussy.

Every muscle moved with each movement, those abs as her arms removed her shirt. As she undid her buckle her biceps and triceps were just bulging now I see where her frustration went. Next was the button and zipper and off her jeans went. Now I could see those thighs and damn I was happy I had made sure to have her strap on ready. Dear God this was going to be an all night affair.

All that was left was her bra and briefs. But she seemed to think those weren't on the list of removable items.

"Everything Santa."

She laughed with her confident self and with a snap of her jeans and the drop of her body she was naked. Every tattoo made her unique and every muscle made her strong. Those stars would be fun tonight. Her sleeve was a mixture of a guardian angel on her upper arm with the wings facing outward and a pirate ship on her forearm and the words "not all who wonder are lost" that bit was added during our year together. The first day after I was rescued was spent at a shop getting "KITTY" on her thigh exactly where mine was. It was in a beautiful script. I cried when I saw it and she told me I had nothing to be ashamed about.

Now that she was on display for me. I started my plan.

"Lay on your back and stretch out eagle style." A few months back she said I had one chance to tie her down and have my way with her and this was going to be the night.

"You're going to have your way with me aren't you?"

I showed her the cuffs for her wrists and ankles to answer her question.

"Should we have a safe word?"

"You won't need one, I'll make sure your safe and I don't want to humiliate you or induce any pain I just want to have my way with your body while providing pleasure. May I?"

She nodded and put the cuffs on, pulling the restraints from underneath the bed and fastening her down to the bed. Her instinct to be free was peaked when she pulled she wasn't going anywhere.

Last was the blindfold. As I tied it behind her head I whispered into her lips.

"I love You."

"I must love you too if I'm letting you do this."

"You now you want it."

"I'm doing it for you."

I slid my hands to her pussy to test her theory.

"Force me my ass, Santana that pussy is so fucking wet baby." I couldn't help but lick my fingers, I was ready for this night to begin.

"Now be a good Santa and wait right here. Patiently."

"I'll try." I could hear the lust in her voice and my pussy was really starting to cry out for attention.

-------------------------- Santana

Hearing the door close was torture because I was all alone wondering what the hell was going on. I wasn't scared just this nervousness that envelops you.

I had never been tied down before and I'm not going to lie yes it was a fantasy but none one that Tiffany and I had discussed; besides me giving her permission to do so. The cuffs were lined with some soft material and I was not going anywhere. This was about trust and she had it all.

I can't deny that I wasn't turned on, I mean she was about to do anything she wanted to me and I knew she was horny. I mean damn we were both wet. She hasn't ever been this demanding or aggressive. She likes to think she's in charge and I'm not gonna lie she is. But in bed it's a whole other story. In bed well I'm a top and she loves to be my bottom.

I live to make love to her body and worship her. This month has been hell on me. I've been so scared to be more than just intimate with her because I don't really know what she's been through. She talked about it but she spent her days bound and tortured and I can't imagine what that was like.

Laying here bound was fucking kinky. I mean I could feel the coolness in the room on my pussy lips. I could feel my clit pulsing from a simple touch. My nipples were straining against my body tortured by the coolness. My legs were so wide I couldn't provide any stimulation for myself.

Finally the door opened and I could barely hear her footsteps.

I could hear stuff being placed around the room and then I smelled something sweet.

"Is Agent Solo ready for her evening with her Kitty?"

"Yes my love."

The unknown was the exhilarating part. When you can't see what's going on, what's about to happen...

"Kitty?"

It was warm, I wasn't sure what IT was but it was warm and she was rubbing it all over my tits.

"There is a time for talking and a time for doing, I'm going to do you and you can either talk or enjoy yourself. Or I may just have to gag you. Understood?"

"Damn. Yes Mistress."

"Good now lay back relax and enjoy the ride."

I felt the bed move and she straddled my thighs. We had been naked intimate on many occasions since she had come home but I knew this was different. I knew she wouldn't hold back anymore, I knew that by the end of tonight I would feel loved, correction I would be made love to.

She sat back resting her ass on my thighs, while she rubbed on this warm substance. Her hands were careful but deliberate in their movements. She started on the outside right underneath my breast and circled each close and closer to my nipple but never touching it. Forbidden pleasures were being elicited from my body. It didn't feel like lotion but it was warm to the touch, but as it cooled it felt less pliant.

Once she felt that both of my tits were done she started working on my stomach. I felt the liquid fall on my body right down the center. Again starting underneath my breast, she rubbed outward with soft touches and her nails tracing the parts that were bare.

This was turning me on faster than anything we had ever done. I was bound and soon gagged if I didn't behave and I was feeling my pussy contract and moisten up. Not to mention that I knew this was getting to Tiffany. I could feel her working her pussy on top of mine and I could tell she too was naked and starting to get wet.

I wasn't doing anything but lying here helpless and knowing that I was turning her on, was working wonders on my pussy. Occasionally I would pull on the bindings hoping for release but knowing better. In those moments however my mistress would laugh and pull on my nipples. That was my punishment but let me tell you I was constantly testing the binding.

"Tiffany?"

"I prefer mistress." I could hear that her breathing was labored and she was definitely horny.

"Mistress?"

"Yes."

"What are you putting on me?"

"The only way you'll find out is if you taste it?"

"I'll lick anything off of anywhere Mistress."

A slight moan escaped her lips and her pussy rode down harder on me, while her fingers tweaked my nipples. I really hoped she didn't have nipple clamps hiding somewhere the way she was reacting to playing with them.

"Very well." I felt her get off me and I wondered what she had in mind.

I turned my head to where I thought she was but it was of no use I wouldn't figure out what she was doing.

But that didn't mean I couldn't hear her playing with herself or better yet her narration.