Bad Kitty Ch. 02

Chapter 2

Kyo woke the next morning with aching butt cheeks and the collar still around his neck, tinkling daintily with every movement. Remembering the previous night, he was determined to be good. He found his old clothes, freshly cleaned and pressed at the foot of his new bed. Forgoing breakfast, he started sweeping the long halls of Frost Manor. He visually inspected under every piece of furniture to make sure no dust bunnies lingered. Triumphantly, he found a single earring that had fallen behind one dresser, and he pocketed it to show the lady of the manor later.

The rest of the house was already quite clean, so he went out to the garage. It was cold and he could see the clouds piling up outside into a killer storm. Shuddering despite the heat of the garage, he looked for something to do, something to show he was good. He found some old rags and a bottle of turtle wax and got to work polishing her Coupe de Ville. Scarlet came out to the garage and watched him as he leaned over the hood of the car to give every last inch of her car a brilliant shine. His bobcat tail wiggled happily at the top of his jeans.

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, but pinning him on the hard hood. He froze as soon as he felt her cool arms, his heart pounding frantically. Had she seen him being good? Would she be pleased?

"You know, I have staff for this sort of thing," she murmured in his ear.

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied, his voice cracking slightly.

"So what do you think you are doing?" Her hands started to wander, rubbing his belly and then snaking up under his shirt. She rubbed his fur the wrong way, but it sent tingles of anticipation up his spine.

"Being a good kitty," he replied, closing his eyes so he could focus more on her touch.

"That's nice," she said, her hands moving down to stroke his hips. "That's..." she paused when she found a small lump in his pocket. Her fingers fished it out and she held the earring in front of his face. "That's mine."

Fear slammed into Kyo's chest. She thought he was stealing again. He could tell it in her voice. "I can explain!" he burst out.

"Your sticky fingers are going to get you in a lot of trouble young man. I thought we had resolved this last night," she said, her voice cold. Her hands dropped away from him and she backed up.

"No—it's not like that!" he cried. He spun around and dropped to his knees, clasping his hands in front of him. "I found it while I was cleaning. I was going to give it to you—to show you that I'm a good kitty. I wasn't stealing, I swear. Please, please don't throw me out. I'll do anything—take any punishment—just please...please...don't hate me."

Scarlet looked down her nose at the little cat boy. "If you weren't stealing this, then prove it to me. Strip right here to show me that you're not concealing any other ill-gotten gains."

Without a moment's hesitation, Kyo pulled off his shirt, pants, and boxers. The garage felt colder now, but he willingly bared his entire body to show what a good kitty he was. The only thing he still wore was her collar. Scarlet tilted her head to the side and smiled. She gently hooked her fingers in his collar and pulled him upright again. She led him to the tool table and sat down on one of the long polished wooden bench seats. Then she pulled Kyo by his hips so that he sat in her lap, his back to her.

"You make a nice lap-kitty," she purred in his ear. She started petting his back as if he were a domesticated cat. "Thank you, precious, for proving your innocence."

Kyo blushed and looked down. "I'm not really that innocent, Ma'am."

"You are quire carnal," she agreed with a laugh, brushing his throbbing erection with her cool finger tips.

"Wrap your arms around me and lace your fingers behind me. I don't want your hands getting in my way," she ordered gently.

With his back against her chest, he did as she asked. After a moment, her hands came around to stroke his raging hard member. He gasped and then held his breath. She was oh-so-gentle, but her hand could have been carved jade instead of flesh. It was cold and hard and smooth, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

"You're shivering," she observed.

"Your hands are cold, Ma'am," he whispered.

"You hardly need to keep ma'am-ing me," she whispered back. "You sound darling and old fashioned, but it's not very personal, and I believe we have a very personal relationship."

"May I...may I call you Mistress?" he squeaked, his voice hopeful.

She considered for a moment while her hands continued to stroke. Then one hand snaked up to his throat and jingled the bell on his collar. Finally she replied, "You may."

He almost exploded right then. For the first time in his life, he belonged. He leaned into the hand that was still on his throat and felt it tighten possessively. His hips thrust involuntarily into her other hand and it also tightened. Her arms nearly crushed him to her with bruising strength, but he didn't care. Her strong fingers stroked him firmly and found pleasure points he hadn't known existed. His breath rasped as he moaned in pleasure.

"M-miss....tress?" he croaked. "I'm—I'm going to..."

"Yes," she hissed in his ear.

He came, hard and long, spraying semen in long white streams down the workbench. When he was finally spent, her grip loosened so that she held him tenderly once again.

"Mistress...thank you..." Kyo panted.

"You are very welcome, Kyo-kyo," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"I...I'm not worthy—"

"Don't," she ordered her voice suddenly weary. "If I humiliate you, my darling Kyo-kyo—and I will, make no mistake—it will be at my whim, not as an ongoing abasement. I have lived a long, long time...well, if you can call it living. And I am confident in my superiority over nearly all beings that crawl upon the earth. I don't need you to say horrible things about yourself. What I do need from you is your absolute loyalty, undying devotion, and complete adoration. Give me your heart, precious. That is what I truly want from you."

"My heart is already yours, mistress," Kyo replied, awed at her demands. "As long as you take my body as well."

Scarlet smiled, her ruby eyes smoldering with lust. "Oh, do not fret, precious. I will make good use of your body." Then she pushed him up off her lap and stood, shaking out the wrinkles in her long skirt. "Now, if you insist on cleaning things, you can clean up the mess you made. Then you can report to the head maid for your uniform. After dinner, I expect you to present yourself to me for inspection. Understood?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good Kitty."