Catfeine Poppy Playtime Novels & Stories

“And here you are.” Noah’s stomach twisted. “You don’t own me.” “Don’t I?” Blackwell leaned back in his chair, calm. “If I told you to kneel right now, you would.” Noah’s throat went dry. He hated the way his body reacted, heat already pooling low. “You’re sick.” “And you’re mine.” The air was heavy, silence pressing in around them. Noah’s heart thumped so hard he swore Blackwell could hear it. Finally Noah snapped, stepping forward, slamming his palms on the desk. “I’m not your toy. You can’t keep using me like this. I’m not—”

Like now. Tom’s eyes bulge. He tries to scream but his lips are sealed shut with tape. “Hello Tom,” I smile at him prettily. “Are you ready to be my fun little toy for the day?” I raise my hands and gesture around the room. “There are so many accessories in here for us to play with, but first, I need your consent. I need you to nod for me, Tom. Can you do that?” Tom’s eyes to the size of saucers. He’s holding himself quite still, no doubt dumbfounded by the situation he’s in. I don’t know it pisses me off so much. Before I can stop myself, I slap his cheek. Hard.

She saw the scene play out in her head before it actualised, and though she knew in her gut it was coming, she was helpless to stop it. With a quick step to his right, Aaron lept to Tommy's side, placed a hand under his tray and shoved it upwards. A fizzing spray of cherry cola hit Tommy's face, along with a slice of pizza that sat on his cheek for a second before sliding to the floor, leaving a smear of grease and tomato sauce. An eerie silence fell over the canteen as music began to play from someone's phone. It was loud. Louder than a phone normally produced with no speaker attached.

Senthaiz smiled, grateful for the presence of her furry friend. With a gentle pat on Poppy's head, Senthaiz knelt down to meet her at eye level. She whispered sweet words to her companion, expressing gratitude for the unwavering companionship and comfort Poppy provided. The dog responded with a joyful bark, as if understanding every word and offering her own form of reassurance.

Nicole couldn't help laughing. "Alright, I'll hold onto it for you." Cola trotted back to Zeph and came to attention, as if he had just wrapped up a proper training session for the day. As they switched back, Zeph asked, "How's Poppy doing?" "She's doing great. Knows numbers up to 100 and the alphabet. You can quiz her yourself." Nicole was about to ask about Cola when shouting drifted up from downstairs. It got louder by the second.

He continued rubbing his face against my chest, and I just let him. "Just let me, angel. I’ve waited so long for you. I yearn for you, Poppy, and I’m so happy you’re here. It’s my turn to make you happy this week. You’ll never be hurt or bored while you’re with me." I stroked his head, and he really was like a cat because he was enjoying it so much. "I wish I could stay right here forever..." he said happily.