My Pretty Dirty Kitten
“You sure you’re okay?”
The toy pulses again, relentless.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Just can't wait to eat.”
I don’t know how long I can keep this up.
But deep down, some twisted part of me already knows:
KittenTamer isn’t going to let me come easy.
“Okay, get to know you. So, what’s your favorite dessert? I need to know in case your ex starts bombarding me with questions.”
I open my mouth to answer, but the toy buzzes violently against me, low and insistent, almost commanding. I clamp my thighs together instinctively, forcing the words out in a strangled whisper. “Churros. Cinnamon sugar.”