Chapter 24: Teasing the Kitten

Kai’s POV

Seeing Ren in those black jeans was pure sin. They hugged his hips and that perfect, round ass like they were painted on, the distressed patches drawing my eyes straight to every curve I wanted to grip and bruise. The light blue polo with “Short King” stretched across his chest only made it better—playful, cocky, and entirely mine. I’d noticed the book open on the bed when I stepped inside; he’d made it to Chapter Two. Brave boy. He must’ve felt ready to dive deeper into what I planned to give him.

The second he heard my voice, he came flying down the stairs and launched himself onto my back. I caught him easily, those strong thighs wrapping around me as he nuzzled into my neck. Something warm and possessive bloomed in my chest. My kitten wasn’t scared of me despite the many questions about me he has. He was opening up, trusting, eager. It made me want to ruin him so sweetly he’d never want anyone else.

We had a heated moment right there in the garage before leaving. I pinned him against the car, grinding my hard cock against that delicious ass while whispering exactly what I’d do to him later. His eyes glazed over with lust, breath coming in short pants. I was going to introduce him to a world of raw ecstasy, bit by filthy bit. Tonight? I’d play with my food first if he let me.

“Where are we going, baby?” I asked as I pulled out of the garage, one hand on the wheel, the other possessively stroking his thigh.

He hesitated, then said softly, “Ice cream. I haven’t had any in a while… with you.”

I wasn’t surprised, but it still hit me. My sweet boy asked for the smallest things, like he didn’t deserve more. “Ice cream? You’re already too fucking sweet, Ren, but if that’s what my kitten wants…” I squeezed his thigh harder, thumb brushing dangerously close to the growing bulge in his jeans. “Tell me if you want something bigger. Anything.”

The parlor he picked was perfect—bright, bustling with families and teens, but tucked in a quiet corner with a window table I claimed immediately. I killed the engine and turned to him. “Stay put.” I rounded the car, opened his door like the gentleman I could be when it suited me, and offered my hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured in that soft, pouty voice that went straight to my cock.

I tilted his chin up. “Why the pout, kitten? Don’t want people knowing you’re mine?”

His eyes widened. “No, no, no, Kai! It’s just… you’re treating me like a girl.”

I laughed, low and dark, pulling him close. “Girl, boy, wife, husband—doesn’t matter. You’re my kitten. My princess. My filthy little slut when I want you to be. Got it?”

He nodded quickly, cheeks flushed, and wrapped both arms around mine as we walked in. The place smelled like sugar and waffle cones. I asked if he wanted to sit while I ordered, but he shook his head. “Coming with you, hubby.”

Warmth flared in my chest at the title. Good boy.

The line moved fast. Ren stared at the endless flavors, biting his lip like it was a hard decision. I started with vanilla, but he cut in, voice bright. “Too basic, hubby. Can’t let you waste this life experience.” The woman behind the counter laughed, agreeing with him.

He took charge adorably: “Lemon pound cake with apple toppings for him.” Then for himself: “Cookies and cream with chocolate, honeycomb, shredded coconut, and chocolate syrup.” He paused, shy again. “A teeny tiny scoop of vanilla too?”

“Add whatever you want, baby. Don’t be shy with me,” I encouraged.

She prepared generous servings. Ren took his cone with sparkling eyes, practically vibrating as we sat in the corner booth. Watching him enjoy something so simple cracked something open in me. He took the first big lick, eyes closing, a soft moan slipping out as he savored it. The way his tongue curled around the spoon, lips wrapping obscenely 'fuck'. My cock twitched hard in my pants.

'Ren, oh Ren… if you keep licking like that, I’m going to bend you over this table.'

I stayed quiet and started on my own. But watching him was better. His legs bounced under the table with pure joy. I kicked off my shoe and slid my bare foot up his calf, then higher, resting it firmly in his lap. He froze, eyes going wide, but after a beat he relaxed—until I started rubbing.

My sole pressed against his rapidly hardening cock through the denim, stroking slowly. He moaned around the spoon, cheeks flushed. “P-please…”

“Eat your ice cream, Ren,” I murmured, voice low enough for only him. “You wanted this treat, didn’t you?”

He tried. Spoon shaking, he took another lick, but I rubbed harder, toes curling over the thick ridge of the jean, grinding the friction right where it would drive him insane. His breath hitched into whimpers. He licked his upper lip, biting the lower one desperately to stay quiet. I pressed firmer, foot working him relentlessly until a broken moan escaped anyway, louder than he meant.

“I want to hear those pretty sounds, baby. Remember? You agreed you’re my attention slut. You get off on the idea of people hearing how well I fuck you. This is just a taste. Think you can handle more?”

His eyes were pure lust and desperation. “I want to cum, Daddy. Please.”

“Good boy. Reach under the table. Take that leaking cock in your left hand and palm it. Pretend it’s mine—stroking you, thumb pressing that sensitive head until you hiss.”

He obeyed instantly. I felt his hand moving in his jeans, frantic, while my foot kept teasing. “Keep eating, honey. Don’t let them see how naughty you’re being.”

His pace quickened, hips twitching. He was close—I could tell by the way he trembled. “Stop,” I commanded softly.

He whined, high and needy. “I’m so close, Daddy…”

“I know. I’ll finish you properly at home. Now be good and finish what’s left.”

He barely touched the rest. “Take me home,” he begged, voice wrecked.

I opened his door like a gentleman, stroking a hand down his back as he slid in. Once I was behind the wheel and pulling away, I growled, “Open your jeans. Pull that pretty cock out. Keep it hard for me.”

He fumbled with the zipper, desperate. His thick cock sprang free, flushed and dripping. I wrapped my right hand around it, stroking lazily while my eyes stayed mostly on the road. “Play with those nipples, baby. Get them hard and sensitive. I want them aching by the time we get home—so fucking puffy that when I suck them raw you’ll hiss and moan like the pain slut you are.”

Ren yanked his shirt up under his chin, exposing his chest. He squeezed his pecs, pinching and rolling his nipples between his fingers, arching off the seat with a guttural moan. “Fuck…”

“Hold them up for me.” I pinched his left nipple hard, twisting and tugging while alternating pumping his cock—base to tip, smearing precum. He cried out, body jerking. I switched to the right, squeezing the firm flesh of his chest, imagining my teeth sinking in later. “I want to bite these nipples red when we get home, Ren. Suck them until they’re bruised and you’ve got tears running down your face. Can I wreck you like that?”

“Yes, please... I love when you wreck my body, Sir,” he gasped, voice breaking beautifully.

“We’re almost home, kitten. I’m going to play with this gorgeous cock all night. How about you wear that slutty lingerie with the open crotch? Let your cock hang out so I can edge it for hours. Then I’ll finger that tight little hole open. Want a little penetration tonight? My fingers stretching you while I suck those sore nipples?”

“Y-yes!” He arched hard as I twisted his nipple viciously, then squeezed the base of his cock to stop him from spilling. “Fuck... Daddy!”

“Tuck yourself back in. We’re here.” I parked and killed the engine, leaning over to kiss him filthy and deep. “Inside. I’m going to rock your fucking world, baby boy.”