Cat Pervert Novels & Stories

Catherine announced. "I'll go too. She's not bad." Another pervert said. "I'm a zillionaire." More mocking laughs. "I-I'm not a-available." Fear and humiliation had my tone trembling. "You became available the moment you stepped out of your room and got in my way. I warned you." Catherine said with a mean smirk. "Just be good and they won't hurt you. You're a whore after all, what's two dicks in your pussy?" I shook my head. "N-no."

The man’s eyes were filled with even more lust as he tried to put his hand on her waist. Just then a muscular arm held the pervert’s hand and twisted it. The pervert winched in pain struggling to break free. “Who the fuck are you? I’m warning you mind you’re on business.” “How dare you touch my woman? Do you have a death wish, motherfucker?” Darren twisted the pervert’s arm, breaking it like a twig. The pervert screamed at the top of his lungs, his face distorted by pain. “Ah… I am sorry, I don’t do it again. Please let me go.” He pleaded.

Every now and then he would still observe, even confirming his vision up close. "Ish! I really gave it to a friend!" Maureen couldn't lower the intonation of her voice due to Matthew's pull on the shiny object Ben had attached. A little worried because Maureen knew full well that Ben had bought a collar that was camouflaged from the layman's eye as being specialized in some kind of large imported cat breed. The chain and diamond design looked fancy enough to show off. "Which friend would give you a cat collar for almost four hundred million rupiah?" Matthew guessed right on target.

Cat panted, trying to get closer to his hand at her breast. Cat curved her spine and pushed her breast into his hand, crying out “Eric!”

“ That was strangely specific “ says the voice, that voice that has been troubling my mind all day. I want to die. That's right, today is for sure my last day of life, I wonder, how is it possible for a single human being to be so unlucky as this? I breathe in and out loudly before I pluck up the courage to turn to him. There is a smile, almost imperceptible, something I never thought he was capable of, a small smile that distorts everything in my brain and makes my tongue freeze, all I can do is watch. I have to agree with Karen sometimes, he is too hot. “ Sir... “ I start to speak, but he interrupts me with his hand. “ What have I said about calling me sir? “ he replies between his teeth,

Kat noticed his fangs had descended. She downcast her eyes. “What the hell have I done now?” Ruben rubbed his eyes with one hand. “You told me you were owned by Basille?” “Yes…” She frowned in confusion. “So why did that great oaf of a giant fucking demon call you pet of the Overlords…Lordsssss!” Ruben emphasised the s with a fierce hiss. Kat flinched and folded her arms, hugging herself as she looked at the floor horrified. Ruben thought she looked suddenly very vulnerable and afraid…afraid of him?

The world as we know it has changed yet again, it's different than back when Mommy Isabelle was famous, or after the first kitten was discovered. The world is based on categories and classification, are you a dom or a sub? Are you a little? or a pet? Depending on your category you'll live, the president is actually a submissive, your classification got nothing to do with how much power you reach and get in this world.

I looked at him disgustedly and sternly said, "Pervert!" “What? Why would I be a pervert?!” He closed the door again, and locked it, blocking me from unlocking the door. He sighed, “Charlotte, listen to me fucking spoiled brat!” I let out a gasp and said, "I'm not a spoiled brat! I'm scared that there is a killer in my room!"

Did you buy a cigarette? Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...

He reaches to grab me, and I snatch my hands back. "I already fu.cking told you, ChRiS is it? My fu.cking name is not Kitten, you creepy perv!!!! And I most definitely do not belong to you. " I holler at him with a growl. Where the hell did that come from?! Was that me?? Oh god I've turned into an animal… "Well Chris, it looks like your little whore doesn't want to be yours anymore. HaHa!" The handsome guy chuckles. His laugh was cute, but it definitely didn’t distract me from what he just called me…