Kitty X Dudley Novels & Stories

"Bossy tonight, kitten? Fine, but don't think I won't spank that ass for making daddy wait.” He let her push him toward the bathroom, his hand squeezing her hip possessively before the door clicked shut. Katherine exhaled in relief, her pulse thundering. She rushed to the kitchen, retrieving the chilled cake, its caramel glistening temptingly. Back to the terrace, she placed it on a side table. In the bedroom, she affixed a sticky note to the mirror, ‘Your kitten awaits in the terrace. Come claim your surprise.’

I'll adjust, or at least I will if I ever warm up. I've grown to love Theresa and her husband, Salvador. Also their two children, Daniella and Emilio. The children have been wonderful for Kiley. She's still quiet, but her smiles and laughter come much easier. My mom bought her a tiny black and white kitten. Kitsy Kitsy sleeps with Kiley each night and the two of them are practically inseparable. When Kiley can't take the cat with her, she brings her doll Mary. I've told her about Dax and I make sure she knows that Dax cares about her and that he's the reason she's in our lives.

Kitty exclaimed at that conclusion, "It was Emma, that much is assured." "How do you know?" Iapetus asked calmly. "Well, first of all, it could only be me, or Emma. And it wasn't me. I don't have a shred of magic in me." Kitty shrugged, trying hard to not look disappointed. She wanted to hide from this fate not too long ago, and now that wish was granted, and she felt only pity in her heart. "Okay, and secondly?" Iapetus asked with extreme patience. "Well... do you really need a 'secondly'? That was pretty certain!" Kitty frowned at him.

RUBY'S POV “Wake up, Kitten. It’s morning.” A light tap on my shoulder and Dominic’s voice pulled me out of sleep. My eyes blinked open, adjusting to the bright light in the room. Dominic was towering over me. His hair was down, flowing over his shoulders, and for a second, I just stared. From this angle, he almost looked angelic. Like an Italian Jesus. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was gentle. "Yeah." I yawned, stretching my arms over my head. “What time is it?”

he asked, a smug grin on his face, clearly thinking the same thing. “You think Kara’s on it?” I wiggled my tongue. He knew what that meant. “Only one way to find out.” “True.” And when I looked up, the brunette staring at both of us, clearly confused by what was going on. Most women loved it when we acted out, but sweet Kitty-Kat just didn’t get it. She was naïve and innocent, a virgin in every respect. “What are you talking about?” came her soft voice. “Don’t worry about it, Kitty-Kat,” Hudson growled softly, eyes devouring the little girl.

she stammered, conscious of her nips jutting out obscenely through her tank top. “Here let me check. You seem flushed,” Rick said as he stepped forward to feel her forehead. Kitty lifted her knees defensively and moved her body sideways at his sudden movement. As she did, an object fell out with a small thud and rolled on the floor. To her horror, the dildo had escaped her thighs and was buzzing noisily on the floor as Rick stared at it in surprise. Kitty’s cheeks turned a deep red and her face dropped to the floor. “You dropped something,” Rick said, bending to the floor at the same time. "That's not mine!" she said a little too defensively.

“Hold on. Your landlord is Keene, right? And the husband of the babe you like?” “Yes. They don’t wear wedding bands.” Skip chuckled. “I see.” “What’s so funny when I can’t think straight, Skip?” “You’re funny, brotha.” “Then I found out Westley’s a rich kid. They call her Harry Bloom.” “Harry Bloom? How is she related to Lyndon Bloom?” I stared at Skip with pure shock. “You know her father?” “Yes. The district attorney for three years turned district representative, of course. I met him once. I heard that he has no plan to run for 2021. You should probably use your Google search, Clyve. It’s helpful.” He scratched me with his hypocrisy.

I expect your support in this matter of reputation, considering how closely your own has skirted towards foundering. Kitty appears smitten but I cannot agree to such a match. Pray investigate and let me know if you have any information on a Mr James Drake from your societal connections. *****

Kitty nearly collapsed once she got home. Now, she lounges on the sofa at home, not wanting to move. It was a hot afternoon. Even the standing fan couldn't do it for her. The inside of Kitty's shirt was starting to dampen. She had to stand up, turn up the speed and change her top. Kitty changed into a mustard sleeveless shirt and pulled up her hair with a green plastic clamp. She was thinking of a solo tub of double-dutch ice cream. Her tongue salivated with the thought of thick chocolate over smooth vanilla and nuts.

I stood in front of the counter with Daddy by my side, his hands tucked in his pocket. Again, I stared at him like my life depended on it. His eyes, jaws, and his entire well carved face drew me in. He's handsome as fuck, and I don't want to start imagining how many women would be dying to fall at his feet and beg for his cock in their mouths. I snapped myself back to the room and picked my phone up recalling something I needed to do. I texted Laura. Me: "Hey, can we meet?" It ticked blue immediately, but Laura didn't reply until after a few minutes.