All Chapters of Daddy's Kitten: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Half an hour passed in a haze of quiet anticipation, the bedroom still carrying the faint musk of their earlier passion. Vincent emerged from the shower, steam trailing behind him. He was dressed casually yet impeccably in fitted beige trousers and a navy blue t-shirt, the fabric stretching just enough to hint at the muscles beneath. His dark blond hair was damp and tousled, falling slightly over his forehead in a way that made Katherine's pulse quicken even from her spot on the bed. She lay there naked and sated, sheets tangled around her legs, just as he'd left her, her body marked with the faint red imprints of his hands and mouth, reminders of his unyielding claim. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples still sensitive and slightly swollen, a trickle of milk beading at one tip from the lingering arousal. Awake now, her light brown eyes followed him, a soft smile playing

Vincent eased out of Katherine's slick, clenching pussy with a low groan, his thick cock glistening with their combined juices, still throbbing from the intensity of their coupling. He guided her gently but firmly onto her back, angling her legs together to create a tight, teasing friction that made her whimper softly.  She turned slightly toward him, her light brown eyes hazy with lingering lust, full lips parted as she caught her breath. Her heavy breasts heaved with each inhale, nipples erect and beaded with a faint sheen of milk from the arousal that never fully ebbed around him. He shifted behind her, his muscular body pressing flush against her curves, the heat of his skin searing into hers. Spooning her possessively, Vincent captured her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss, his tongue sweeping in to claim every inch, tasting

Vincent eased the sleek black sedan to a stop in front of the grand entrance to La Lumière, one of the city's most exclusive restaurants. The valet nodded deferentially as Vincent stepped out, exuding an effortless authority. He circled the car with purposeful strides and opened Katherine's door, extending his hand to her. She placed her palm in his, a bright smile lighting her face as she met his gaze. “Thank you," she murmured in her soft and warm voice, squeezing his hand lightly as he helped her stand, the simple act making her feel cherished under his watchful eye. Vincent's thumb brushed the back of her hand in a subtle caress. "Always, baby. Come on."  He handed the keys to the valet with a curt nod, then, without warning, swept her up into his arms,

The days blurred into a disciplined rhythm as Katherine's exams loomed, each one a hurdle she cleared with Vincent's unwavering support. He didn't crowd her, didn't demand her time or body beyond what her swollen breasts required.  Mornings began with him leaving quiet notes on the bedside table, simple instructions like "Eat the yogurt. Fuel for that sharp mind', his handwriting firm and commanding, making her smile as she obeyed. He'd prepare her lunches, packing them with care, notes tucked inside saying "Think of me when you bite into this." Afternoons, he'd text check-ins, his messages laced with that subtle possessiveness, "How's the chapter going? Don't push too hard without a break."  She felt cherished, guided without chains, her submission a quiet undercurrent in how she anticipated his returns.