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“What is that?”
Hermione paused her scrolling and glanced over her shoulder. Draco was standing next to the arm of the sofa, eyes fixed on the screen in her hand.
“I just found this artist,” she explained, turning her mobile for him to see better. “They do all different versions of these same subjects.” Hermione scrolled through several more images of the same couple engaged in various types of intimate acts.
“Don’t you think they look a lot like us?” she asked, tilting her face up toward him.
Draco blinked several times in answer.
“What are they doing?” he asked, face blank with shock.
Hermione bit back a smile as she looked at the art she’d stopped on. The blond man had his cock firmly buried in the brunette woman’s cunt.
“I think you’re a little old for me to be giving you The Talk, Draco.”
He ignored her sarcasm, still staring intently at the phone.
“They’re having sex,” he stated flatly, and Hermione tried desperately to suppress a giggle. It was as if he’d never seen a picture of naked people on the internet before.
“I certainly hope so,” she quipped. “If they’re grocery shopping, we’ve been doing it wrong.”
Again, he was completely immune to her teasing. “Are there more?” he asked without looking at her.
“Oh, yeah. There’s lots,” she said, starting to scroll through the gallery again. Her thumb paused over the screen as Draco let out a choked sound.
“Is—she’s—is she a cat in this one?” he asked.
Hermione smiled. “Cat hybrid, but, yes. Isn’t she cute? I love these ones with her little—”
She broke off as Draco swallowed so heavily she could hear it. A gulp.
“What?” she asked, glancing back up at him. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.
Brow furrowed in confusion, Hermione went to look back at the screen. Instead, her eyes caught on the impressive tent to Draco’s trousers directly in front of her face.
“Um, excuse me,” she said lightly. “What is this?”
He didn’t respond, so she poked him in the dick.
He started at her touch, bringing his hands protectively in front of his crotch and ripping his eyes away from the image.
She raised her brows in question, and he flushed crimson.
Draco never had trouble getting it up—something she was fond of reminding him about whenever she teased about his advanced age. But still, this had to be some kind of record time.
“I—” he started before pausing to gulp again. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”
“Liked it, did you?” she asked with a smile.
“No,” he said at once. “I mean, it’s impressive... the art. The talent. That’s all.”
“Oh, that’s all, is it?” she asked, reaching forward to drag his hands away from his body. “Then how do you explain this?”
He held her gaze, resolutely refusing to look down at his erection. The flush was spreading to his neck as well.
“I think,” she continued when he didn’t speak, “you like the idea of a cat girl.”
Draco still didn’t respond, but his eyes dropped back to the screen as though pulled against his will.
Hermione grinned.
“Here. You take this,” she said, handing him her mobile. “And sit down.”
He let her pull him by the arm until he sat next to her on the sofa. She crawled into his lap and pressed herself flush against him so he could look over her shoulder at the phone in his hand.
“Why don’t you tell me what you like about this picture?” she said.
“I don’t like—”
A groan vibrated through his chest as she pushed her hips forward, and she smiled into the curve of his neck.
“It’s okay,” she assured him. “You can tell me.”
He was silent for a moment, and she placed a row of little kisses along his shoulder while she waited.
“Don’t you think it’s... strange?” he asked quietly.
“Hm, that depends,” she hummed casually. “Are you sexually attracted to cats?”
“What? No!” he said at once.
“Then I don’t think it’s strange,” she answered, nibbling lightly on his earlobe.
“But—”
“Draco,” she said gently, bringing her hands up to tease the back of his neck. “Tell me why you like that picture.”
He was silent for another long moment, but then he breathed, “She’s beautiful.”
“Mhmm,” Hermione agreed, letting the tip of her tongue trace the shell of his ear.
“Her body,” he continued, “her curves, she—she looks like you.”
“I told you,” Hermione said, smoothing her hands down his chest. “But what’s different?”
“She has ears.”
“I have ears,” she teased.
He tutted lightly. “I mean, she has cat ears.”
“So she does,” Hermione agreed, slipping the button of his trousers open. “You like seeing someone who looks like me with cat ears?”
“... yes.”
She lowered his zip and reached into his pants to grip his straining cock. “You like the idea of me having cat ears?”
“Yes,” he choked out as though she were torturing him.
She huffed a small laugh against his throat. This wouldn’t do at all. It was going to take all night if she had to drag every element out of him. A sudden thought struck her, and she squeezed hard around his girth.
“I could wear ears for you—”
“Okay.”
“Um, may I finish?”
“Oh, sorry.”
She rolled her eyes and resumed kissing his neck. “I could wear ears for you, for the right price.”
His hips had been shifting ever so slightly under her hand, but he stilled at her words. His head drew back, and when she met his eye, there was a distinct glint that hadn’t been there before.
“Price?” he repeated, sounding more like himself.
“Sure,” she said, leaning forward to suck his bottom lip into her mouth. “How badly do you want them?”
He seemed to consider, and she was suddenly desperately curious to know what number he would start the bidding at. Even after all this time, she still wasn’t used to his skewed sense of what things were worth.
“£100,” he offered.
Oh, very reasonable, indeed.
“£500,” she countered.
“Done.”
She couldn’t stifle a laugh. “Draco, we’re negotiating.”
“Oh, right.”
She shook her head and stroked firmly up and down his length. He really wanted the ears.
“What else do you like about her?” she asked.
His eyelids dropped closed for a moment as she swept her thumb over the head of his cock, but he looked back at the art again as soon as they opened.
“Her outfit.”
“Mm, what about it?”
The hand not holding the phone slid seemingly unconsciously over her arse as he described it.
“It’s... sweet,” he said. “Pink and delicate and... soft.”
She smiled as she stroked him. The ensemble was certainly less edgy than the lingerie she typically wore for him. And much less so than anything she wore to work. She was about to ask his price again, but apparently he wasn’t done.
“It has bows.”
She only barely restrained the whimpered aw that threatened to slip from her lips.
“And frills,” he finished.
She leaned forward and kissed him soundly as her heart swelled. Who knew he could be so adorable?
“How much would you pay for me to wear something like that?”
He let out an uneven breath as she squeezed her fist below the tip of his cock.
“£300.”
“£1,000,” she countered.
“£350.”
She let her teeth close hard over his bottom lip, and he smirked.
“Don’t be cheap,” she reprimanded.
“Then don’t hustle me.”
She kissed him again, glad to see that he was fully returned to form.
“£700,” he corrected when she pulled back.
“Done,” she said with a smirk of her own.
His eyes dropped to where she was touching him, and she leaned over slightly, collecting the saliva in her mouth and letting it drip down onto him.
He let out an unrestrained groan of pleasure as she spread it with her palm, her hand gliding over his skin.
“What else does she have?” she asked, increasing her pace.
His head fell back against the cushions, but he raised his arm so he could see the illustration.
“A tail.”
“Mm,” Hermione hummed. “Doesn’t it look so pretty?”
“Yes.”
“Wouldn’t you like to pet it?”
“Yes,” he grunted, his hips twitching under her.
“How much for me to wear a tail?”
“£500.”
“£5,000,” she replied.
His eyes snapped to hers, and she arched a brow. It was all the same to him anyway, but she knew from the first night they met that having money to throw around was part of the fun for him.
He plunged his free hand into her hair and pulled her into a kiss.
“£3,000,” he said against her lips.
She increased the tempo of her hand even further, twisting her wrist when she reached the crown. His head fell back again.
“Fuck—£10,000,” he panted.
She laughed.
“She has something else, doesn’t she?” Hermione asked, pulling his shirt up over his chest in preparation.
“Yes,” he said to the ceiling, not bothering to look back at the image.
“And what’s that?” she asked as his hips jerked into her hand.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, bringing a hand up to cover his face.
“What else?” she repeated, pulling his hand away and placing it over her covered breast instead.
He squeezed it instinctively, but when he lifted his head to look at her, his fingers drifted upwards to cover her throat.
“A collar,” he rasped.
“That’s right,” she said, her hand pumping over him. “You want everyone to know who I belong to?”
He shook his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to deny it. He throbbed in her fist.
“If I ever get lost,” she said with an exaggerated pout, “I’ll need it to get back home.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, but his hand tightened on her neck.
“And anyone who finds me will know that I’m yours.”
His skin broke out in gooseflesh, and she smiled before going in for the kill.
“Your little pet.”
“Oh, fuck—” His hips rolled in uneven bursts as he spilled himself over her hand. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him paint his own stomach, highly pleased with her results.
The pale skin of his throat was blotched with pink as he panted and she slowed her pace, gently squeezing out the rest of his release.
When he finally looked up at her, she was glad to see that he only looked dazed with pleasure and not at all embarrassed.
“What’s the damage?” he asked.
She grinned in spite of herself. Children or not he could be such a dad sometimes.
“£11,200,” she reported. “You finished before we could negotiate the collar, but since you’re paying £10,000 for the tail, I suppose I could just throw it in.”
“Your generosity is inspiring,” he drawled.
She leaned forward and pecked his lips before climbing off to get him a towel.
“I live to please.”
***
A few days later, Hermione eagerly opened the door to receive an Amazon package from the carrier.
Though it was Saturday morning, Draco was on a work call, and she hurried past his office to their bedroom to inspect the contents before he finished.
Tearing into the box, she gave an excited little squeal as she removed the items. Now she had everything except for the outfit. Somehow, she had ended up with perhaps the only straight man on the planet for whom shopping was also foreplay, so she had saved that for them to pick out together in person.
She heard a door open down the hall and quickly stashed everything in the back of a cupboard in the attached bathroom. Draco walked in a moment later with an apologetic grimace.
“Gregory is going to call later to confirm the arrangements for next week, but I promise that’s the only other thing for today.”
“Well, that works out perfectly then,” she said, crossing the room and pressing up onto her toes to kiss him. “Because we have lots to get done.”
“Oh, really?” he asked, smoothing his hands up her back. “Like what?”
“That depends.” She leaned back to look at him, fingers playing over his chest. “Do you think you’ll be feeling... playful tonight?”
She smiled as his eyes widened and he wet his lips. “Really?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“Do you want to?”
She leaned in to kiss him again, but first, she nuzzled gently along the line of his jaw with her cheek. The thought of giving him this filled her chest with a warm glow. “I want to be good for you.”
His hands tightened on her waist as he moved to meet her lips. When he pulled away, he was smiling.
“What’s first?”
***
First, was coffee.
Hermione held hers in one hand as the fingers of the other sifted through the soft hair at the back of Draco’s neck while he drove.
He took a sip of his own drink when the traffic slowed to a stop and gave her a sideways smile as he reached back and pulled her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles before settling her hand over his thigh instead—where he could hold it.
Though the convenience of having a driver was indisputable and she liked Gregory quite a lot, it was nice not to have a third presence in the car on days when she and Draco were trying to spend time together. Luckily, Draco enjoyed driving himself when he didn’t plan on drinking, and he was happy to give Gregory the time off.
When they had parked, Draco opened the door for her and slid his arm firmly around her waist as they walked. They weren’t normally so overtly affectionate, but days like today were special circumstances.
While their sex life didn’t necessarily feel vanilla to Hermione, she supposed, technically, it was. She’d certainly done more experimenting with Draco than anyone else she’d ever dated, but when it came to the world of traditional kink, they were both fairly inexperienced.
Still, in the past, whenever they had discussed it and decided to try something new, they always spent the whole day together preparing for it. Whether that was going to the sex shop together to pick out the toy or getting a couples’ massage or feeding each other breakfast in bed—taking the time to get in sync and let the anticipation build over hours always paid off in the end.
As Draco pushed open the door to her favourite upscale boutique for lingerie, she could tell from his expression that he was thinking of the same thing.
They browsed through the aisles together, looking for something similar to what they had seen in the art. There were several options that would have been okay, but when Draco’s hand tightened suddenly on hers, Hermione followed his gaze to where a mannequin was adorned in just the perfect thing.
A delicate triangle top with ties at the back was set above a matching pair of knickers. The rich pink fabric looked impossibly soft and irresistible to touch. Gauzy white ruffles adorned the edges, perfectly complimenting the pearl details on the tops of the accompanying thigh-high stockings.
“It has bows,” Draco said quietly.
Hermione snaked her arms around his waist and murmured, “And frills.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before going to find someone to take it down for them.
Hermione smirked as Draco lingered nearby while the associate removed the pieces from the mannequin.
“I’m not trying it on for you,” she whispered behind her hand. “You’ll have to wait.”
He attempted to look affronted at the suggestion, but turned away to keep browsing nonetheless.
As Hermione confirmed that everything was the proper size, she discovered that it was actually even more perfect than they’d thought. Having only seen them from the front, she hadn’t noticed that the knickers were crotchless. She tucked them carefully under the top before heading to the register, envisioning how the open backside would be ideal for what she had planned.
Draco mistook her mischievous smile for one of excitement, which was fine with her. He had no idea what was in store for him.
“What else?” he asked when they’d exited the shop.
“What do you think?” Hermione replied. “Anything I need?”
He gave her an appraising look, and she watched his eyes slide over her from head to toe. They paused on her hand tucked in his.
“Nails?” he asked, quirking a brow.
Hermione grinned. He could still surprise her every now and again, but she loved that some things hadn’t changed at all since the beginning of their arrangement. He’d always liked treating her to new nails.
“Let me see if Angelina can squeeze me in today,” she said, pulling out her mobile.
She was being slightly facetious given their open schedule and the fact that Hermione was easily Angelina’s best customer. Draco had never clarified how much a full set actually cost, and Hermione hadn’t bothered to enlighten him. Angelina was the best, and he could afford it.
They stopped for a quick lunch before heading over, but as Draco reached for the door to the salon, his phone rang.
“That’ll be Gregory,” he said apologetically, pulling it out of his pocket.
“No problem,” Hermione said. “This will be boring for you anyway. Go browse.”
He nodded and brushed a quick kiss across her cheek as she headed inside.
Angelina looked up from behind her station and her eyes lit up at the sight of Draco beyond the window. Hermione turned to look, too, forgetting that Angelina had only seen him in pictures.
“Sweet Jesus,” she exclaimed as he crossed to the shops on the other side of the street.
“I know,” Hermione sighed. She never got tired of being reminded how insanely gorgeous he was.
“Special occasion if he’s dropping you off?” Angelina asked.
“Something like that,” Hermione said, sitting down across from her.
Angelina’s brows flicked up. “So, what are we doing?”
Hermione smirked as she drummed her fingers lightly on the work surface.
“Give me some claws.”
***
Hermione was about to call Draco as she stepped out of the salon, but she spotted him coming up the street before she could dial.
She noticed he was tucking a small bag into the pocket of his coat as she approached.
“What’s that?” she asked when she reached him.
“Just a little something for lat—”
His voice broke off as he spotted her nails wrapped around the jacket she’d slung over her arm.
“Do you like them?” she asked coyly, bringing one hand up to drag the sharp pink points along his jaw.
“Yes,” he growled, surprising her by pulling her roughly against him. He closed his lips over hers, even as he manoeuvred them around the side of the building so they were out of the street.
“You really like them,” she gasped as he pressed her against the stone wall, one of his legs pushing between hers.
“I was going to save this,” he said, and Hermione shuddered as his tongue brushed hot against the side of her neck.
“But I’m feeling suddenly inspired to test it out now,” he went on.
She watched as he pulled a little bottle out of his pocket.
“Draco, I don’t need any more perfume,” she protested.
“You never need perfume,” he clarified, burying his nose in her hair. “Not when you already smell so good.”
“Then why—ah!”
Her voice caught as his hand slid up beneath her skirt, protected from view by the jacket she still held at her waist.
“Because I like it,” he murmured against her ear. “But I want to be sure the fragrance suits you.”
She gripped his arm as his fingers trailed over the gusset of her suddenly damp knickers.
“Draco—” She sucked in a sharp breath as he nudged them to the side and let his finger slide along her slit.
“I’m fairly certain it will,” he continued, sounding completely unaffected as he pressed into her. “But you can never be too careful.”
A whimper fell from her lips as he pulled his hand away, and she watched as he transferred the glass bottle into it. He pressed down on the nozzle with his index finger as it glinted in the sunlight with her arousal.
He swiped his hand lazily through the mist and brought it to his nose, inhaling the perfume combined with her essence.
She watched as his chest expanded with the depth of his breath and his eyes slid momentarily shut. When he opened then again, they had darkened considerably.
“Perfect,” he declared on a long exhale.
Hermione felt as though he’d stolen all of the available air between them. It was all she could do to whisper, “Take me home. Now.”
***
The final step in their preparation was also Hermione’s favourite.
She let out an indulgent sigh as she leaned back into Draco’s chest, body light and loose from the heat of the water they’d been soaking in.
“Feel good?” he asked in her ear.
She hummed and nodded as his hands slid up her legs. They had spent the first portion of the bath actually washing, and her skin was soft and glowing from his ministrations. With the flicker of candlelight and his chest rising and falling slowly behind her, it was almost enough to put her completely to sleep.
Almost.
She sighed again as his hands reached the apex of her thighs, continuing his teasing with barely-there touches between her legs. There would be no sleeping with him doing that.
He leaned down to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head for him, shivering at the scrape of his five o’clock—well, not shadow. The hair on his face was too fair to darken his skin, but the stubble did add a pleasant roughness at the end of the day nonetheless.
Squirming against him, she opened her knees even wider and moaned as he rewarded her by circling a thumb over her clit. They had mastered the art of the slow build, and her back arched as he added more pressure.
“Should we get out?” he asked, his other hand tracing the curve of her breast before dropping back into the water.
“Not yet,” she breathed. “I need your help with something.”
“Oh, really? And what would that be?”
She sat forward, getting to her knees and reaching for a black velvet bag she’d placed next to the tub. From it, she removed a pink plug and a small container of lubricant. She handed both of them to Draco before resuming her posture on her knees, head resting on her arms on the edge of the tub.
Draco turned over the items in his hands, setting aside the lube to further inspect the plug. His fingers slid over the dull point and the thin tapered neck. He eyed the flared base, currently adorned with a large jewel, and then looked up at her.
She watched his eyes move from her face to her arse—which she was prominently displaying—and then back to her face again.
“Would you put it in for me?” she asked, wiggling in invitation.
He licked his lips before setting the plug aside, too.
The water sloshed as he slid forward, lifting her by the hips and moving his legs so that she was kneeling on his thighs instead of the hard porcelain. Her head rolled against her forearms as he pressed a kiss to one of her cheeks.
“In here?” he asked as his thumbs slid up the backs of her thighs, pulling to spread her open. The tip of his nose brushed gently over her arsehole. “But it looks so tight.”
Her eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of his warm breath washing over her. No matter how many times they did this, she never got over the nervous excitement of being so exposed to him. Just the thought of those silver eyes greedily taking in her most private place was enough to light a fire in her belly.
She let out an uneven exhale as he began alternating kisses along either side of her. With each press of his lips, he gradually turned from teasing to insistent, licking and sucking at her full cheeks. His fingers dug into the flesh of her arse, encouraging her to let him support her, and she felt her hips sink forward as she relaxed into his touch.
They tightened again at once, however, as he suddenly licked a long stripe from the bottom of her slit up across her hole. She let out a soft cry, and he went back to his teasing, tongue sliding everywhere except across her center.
“I don’t think it will fit,” he said after a long moment, and she tensed again at the whisper of his lips against her.
“It will,” she breathed.
He pressed the flat of his tongue directly onto her and she moaned, pushing back involuntarily. It was so filthy, so indecent, but it felt so good that she couldn’t stop herself. The tip of his tongue swirled around her rim, and she felt herself fluttering, her body seeking more.
“How do you know?” he asked before pressing a kiss to the tight pucker.
She whined as he continued kissing and licking and—oh, God—sucking gently at her. He knew as well as she did that she’d had much larger things in her arse before, namely his cock.
“Because you’ll make it fit.”
He hummed in agreement and her hips jolted in his grasp. He tightened his grip, resuming a consistent rhythm of rolling his tongue against her. She realised after a moment that she was rocking against him in response, riding his face. He was pressed tight between her cheeks, his saliva slicking everything as he ate her arse in earnest. She arched her back and the shift pressed his rough chin against her slit. She let out a harsh moan at the sensation.
“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” he murmured, lips still against her. “You taste so fucking good.”
Pleasure coursed through her, and she gripped the side of the tub. She didn’t know how it was possible to feel this hot with someone licking her arse, but fuck, she did. She felt indescribable. She felt... Oh, God...
Her shoulders sank as her arms gave out, dipping her nipples back into the warm water, and she groaned.
“Stop—I’m—fuck, Draco, stop. I’m gonna come.”
He didn’t stop. He knew there was another word she would say if she really wanted him to.
And she didn’t, not really. She was about to come with his face buried in her, and it was going to be bloody fantastic. He pressed harder instead, his tongue sliding inside as she loosened for him.
Her hand splashed into the water as she tried to support herself, and she realised she could feel her clit throbbing. She only had one second to consider trying to touch it herself before Draco’s fingers rubbed over her.
“Oh, fuck, like that,” she cried, so distracted by the sudden relief that she didn’t notice his other hand had left her as well.
Not until she felt the silicone plug slide into her cunt.
She nearly screamed as the sudden intrusion triggered her orgasm all at once. Pleasure shot through her in a violent burst, and Draco worked the toy in and out, fucking her through it. Her hips canted against him, and she cried out again as she realised that with one hand on her clit and one on the plug, only his face was holding her open to his tongue.
She felt loose and sloppy and deliciously debauched, and her moan was half a laugh when he pulled the toy out and popped it into her arse with no hesitation.
“Very clever,” she panted.
“Seemed a shame to waste the lube,” he replied, dragging a finger through her dripping folds. “With all this right here.”
“You’re nothing if not thrifty,” she teased. He let a hard slap on the arse serve as a retort.
Sighing with contentment, she shifted carefully off his legs to get to her feet. He helped stabilise her hips as her knees wobbled, but eventually she was able to stand, squirming slightly as the plug moved within her.
Draco brought a couple handfuls of water up to clean the saliva off his face, and then he got to his feet as well.
She grinned as his cock bobbed with the movement, standing flushed and fully erect from his body.
“I just need a few minutes,” she told him, grazing a finger along the underside of it.
He returned her smile and leaned down to kiss her. “I’ll be counting them.”
She watched as he collected a towel and made a perfunctory pass at drying off before heading into the bedroom.
Hermione quickly set the tub to drain and dried herself off as well. She removed the hair tie holding up her curls and let them tumble around her shoulders. Flipping her head over, she fluffed them from the roots with her fingers. She adjusted a few wayward pieces in the mirror and then went to dress.
Luckily, the ensemble wasn’t too complicated, and it took no time at all to step into the knickers and secure the ties of the frilled top. She gave herself a smile in the mirror as she straightened the bows that adorned the front of both. The stockings came next, and she smoothed an approving hand over the scalloped tops cinching her thighs.
Unscrewing the gemstone from the plug was more of a feat, seeing as it was meant to be done with the toy outside of the body. But she managed well enough, and the orgasm that had come with its insertion was well worth having to twist around awkwardly for a bit.
She pulled out the fluffy pink kitten tail from its protective pouch and set to threading it into its fastener in the base of the plug. Her mouth quirked with a smile as she imagined Draco’s reaction to seeing it.
Turning to survey her arse in the mirror, she gave a satisfied nod as she trailed her hands over the knickers. As she had suspected, the crotchless design let them fit perfectly around the tail. The waistband was well above it, and only a thin frilly strap running down either cheek connected the back piece to the front. They could hardly be called knickers really, seeing as she was left bare from clit to crack, but somehow, she didn’t think Draco would mind.
She grinned again as she picked up the pink leather collar and sprayed a mist of her new perfume onto the inside. After buckling it securely around her neck, she dabbed a few drops from the nozzle onto the pad of her finger and swept it over the crease of her thigh on either side.
The cat ears were the finishing touch, and her cheeks were sore from smiling as she finally nestled them into her curls. She fit the band behind her ears, pulling a few strands of hair across here and there to make them look more natural. That thought almost made her laugh as she drew her fingers over the soft pink and white triangles. They looked as natural as they could, anyway.
Anticipation suddenly tingled through her chest as she took in the final look. She felt... adorable. Just the way a good kitty should.
Taking one more deep breath to steady her slightly trembling hands, she walked over to the door and pushed it open.
Any hesitancy she had evaporated at the sight of Draco’s expression.
He was sitting with his back against the headboard, hands clasped loosely in his lap. He had put on a pair of black boxer briefs but nothing else, and his face went slack at the sight of her.
She took a few steps forward, sweeping her arm behind her to pull the tail forward into her hands. Draco’s eyes followed the movement, and she watched them bulge with shock as she turned to show him where it disappeared between her cheeks.
“Oh...”
The syllable fell off his lips as though by accident, and she smirked as her suspicions were confirmed. She’d been nearly certain that he thought the plug was simply another accessory, and that the tail would be attached to her clothing in some way or maybe strapped around her waist. To be fair, she also hadn’t known that such a thing existed before a few days ago, but as he looked nearly ready to come on the spot, she was sincerely glad that it did.
Courage bolstered by his reaction, she skipped forward and hopped onto the bed in front of him. She crawled forward on hands and knees, over his legs, until she could sit on his thighs. She sat up straight and let her hands rest primly on her knees.
“Do you like it?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes,” he said, his voice gravelly.
She smiled at him, but it faltered after a moment as he simply stared at her.
“You... like it?” She felt compelled to confirm his approval.
“I—yes—I like it.” He sounded choked again, and she glanced down to where his hands were clenched in his lap.
He’s nervous, she realised suddenly. Much more so than she had been. Her heart swelled with affection.
“Draco, it’s just me,” she said gently, bringing her hands up to rub along his arms.
He gave a jerky nod.
“We don’t have to—”
“No,” he said quickly, clearing his throat as his voice rasped again. “I want to, I just—”
Her lips pulled into a smile as he blushed.
“I’m not sure what to do,” he admitted.
“You can do whatever you like,” she assured him. “I’m yours to play with.”
He swallowed heavily at the word play, and she pressed on.
“Don’t you want to play with your kitten?” she asked with a little pout.
He nodded again, fingers flexing in his lap.
“I can be a good kitty for you,” she said, bringing her hand up in a fist and licking the back of it as though she were grooming a paw.
Draco’s eyes went wide at the gesture, and Hermione felt her lips quivering with a laugh. He searched her face for a moment, and then he smiled, too.
“It’s okay if you feel silly,” she said quietly, breaking character for a moment. “We’re just playing.”
He huffed a small laugh, and she leaned forward, pressing her tongue hard against the stubble on his jaw so that her lick scraped like a sandpaper tongue.
He laughed for real then, loud and full, pressing against her shoulders to fight off the continued assault on his cheeks.
“What?” she asked in feigned innocence between licks. “Good kitties groom their masters, don’t they?”
Draco’s face was shining with mirth when she leaned back to look at him with wide eyes, leaving just the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips for good measure.
His shoulders shook with a chuckle as he brought his thumb up to gently push it back into her mouth, but he snatched it back when she bit down hard on his finger.
“Careful,” she warned, smirking at his shocked face.
“I’m fairly certain that good kitties don’t bite,” he said.
“They do if they don’t know any better,” she replied distractedly, lifting her hand to groom it again.
“Are you suggesting I need to teach you a lesson?” he asked with an arched brow.
She reached her fist up to smooth it back to front over one of the cat ears, shrugging as though she was barely listening. “You can try.”
He let out a short hum as though considering how best to do it.
Hermione continued her mock grooming, ignoring him completely, until he brought a hand up under her chin.
He didn’t grip it or tilt her face with one finger like he normally might, but instead, he turned his palm upward and curled his fingers, wiggling them so that they just brushed her skin.
She smiled and let the weight of her head sink into his hand. He scratched harder and she closed her eyes in appreciation.
It was just the sort of thing a kitty would like.
“Does that feel good?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, turning her cheek to nuzzle into his palm. He moved his hand at her cue, scratching gently along the side of her face, but she felt him pause when his fingers bumped the ears.
Opening her eyes, she saw that he was looking apprehensive again.
“Can I touch them?” he asked tentatively, and she nearly wept at the tenderness in his voice.
“I wish you would,” she said gently, cuddling closer on his lap.
He seemed to be holding his breath as his hand smoothed gently over the band, petting hesitantly at the soft fur. She waited, holding still for him, but she couldn’t suppress a smile as his fingers scratched at her scalp directly behind the right ear.
She hummed, closing her eyes again. It actually felt quite good. He was a very good master.
He reached up with his other hand to give the left ear the same treatment, and remembering what had finally set him at ease last time, Hermione leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
“I could purr, but it’s gonna cost you.”
He laughed again, but his fingers moved down to scratch over her neck and shoulders as well.
“I think I’ll need a sample. To see if it’s worth it,” he murmured.
She touched her tongue to the roof of her mouth and let it vibrate against her palate as she pushed air out of her open mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” He shivered violently at the combination of the low sound and her warm breath, gooseflesh rippling down his arm. His fingers clutched at her back drawing her closer.
“Not bad, eh?” she whispered, smirking even though he couldn’t see it. She may or may not have been practising that a bit.
“Do it again,” he breathed.
“How much?”
“Anything,” he groaned. “Whatever you want.”
“Oh, dear,” she tutted. “That’s risky business, Mr Malfoy.”
His hips shifted below her as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth.
“I could ask for quite a lot,” she warned.
“Name it.”
She ground her crotch against him, dragging her nails up his arms.
“Gold?” she ventured.
“Yes, fine,” he ground out, fingers digging into her hips as she moved on top of him.
“Jewels?”
“Sure, good.”
She sucked gently at his neck. “You close down Tiffany’s and I get to pick out anything I want like in Sweet Home Alabama?”
He moaned as she slid her cunt along the hardened length in his shorts.
“Yes,” he growled. “I will fuck you on the Tiffany’s counter.”
She purred.
“Fuck,” he breathed again, hands plunging into her hair and pulling her into a kiss. She opened to him at once, letting him lick into her mouth. But after a few seconds, she nipped hard at his lip.
“Ah! No biting,” he scolded.
She dropped her head and looked up at him through her lashes. “I’m sorry. That’s what happens when kitties get excited.”
His chest was moving rapidly from his exhilaration and the kiss, and she saw the moment when his dark eyes considered punishing her. He licked his lips instead, however, a small smile quirking them as though he was onto her game.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “Let me see the tail.”
She raised her arms above her head in a leisurely stretch, and then lay down on the bed next to his legs, rolling onto her back.
His brows raised.
“Kittens are notoriously bad at following instructions,” she informed him. “Especially without any treats.”
She dropped her eyes suggestively to the bulge in his underwear, and he smirked as he reached for her.
As soon as his fingers grazed her middle, however, she scrabbled at his hands with her nails. He shouted in surprise as she scratched him, looking stunned as she scooted away from him on the bed.
“And they hate having their bellies touched,” she explained with a smile.
His gaze dropped to the red marks she had left on his hands, and when he looked up again, she suddenly felt shivery with anticipation. His eyes were predatory, gauging her movements, and her skin was all at once too tight to contain her. Her muscles twitched with the urge to bolt, and her heart thumped with the desire to be caught. As he lunged, the word suddenly came to her.
She was feeling frisky.
A nervous squeal slipped out of her as she scrambled backwards, but he pounced, grabbing her firmly around the ribs and hauling her back up against him. Giggles poured off her lips as she flailed her arms, but he caught each of her wrists in his hands, sitting back down and pulling her to kneel across his legs again.
“Ah-ah,” he cautioned, grinning with his triumph. “Bad kitties don’t get treats.”
She wriggled in his grasp, leaning forward to nip at his lips again. “They do if their masters want them to be good.”
He tutted, drawing back just out of reach of her treacherous mouth. “Maybe I should have picked a kitten with some training.”
She hissed, making him laugh again. He had such a lovely laugh. She pulled her bottom lip playfully between her teeth.
“I suppose we’ll have to start somewhere,” he conceded, dropping her hands. “But you’ll need to come a bit closer if you want this treat.”
She was kneeling just above his knees, adequately spaced for the treat she had been hinting at. But if he wanted something else, he was going to have to ask for it. Kittens really could be quite a lot of trouble.
When she remained in place, he arched a brow.
“You know what to say,” she said lightly, stroking a hand casually over the end of her tail.
He considered her for a moment, his eyes tracking over her position, when suddenly they zeroed in between her legs. She nearly giggled as she realised that he had only just noticed the crotchless nature of the knickers. The laughter died in her throat, however, when he turned his molten gaze on her.
He reached out with his palm up and pressed the tip of his index finger under her exposed clit. She sucked in a sharp breath as he flicked it twice in a slow come hither gesture.
“Here, kitty kitty.”
Her hips bucked into his hand as arousal flared within her. That was what she had meant for him to say, but hearing it... She hadn’t expected it to sound like that.
He repeated the movement, beckoning her forward, and his voice dropped even lower, if possible. “Here, kitty kitty.”
She tried to push against his finger, but he drew it away. She went to him at once.
He gave her a sinful smile as she clambered forward, desperate for more of his touch.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said, scratching beneath her chin again.
She purred.
His breath caught as the sound vibrated through his hand, and he pressed his palm flat against her throat.
“Again.”
She obeyed.
“Fuck... that sound,” he said, his hands sweeping up to scratch behind the ears again. “Such a good kitty,” he crooned.
She pressed hard against his hands, revelling in his praise. His fingers traced lightly over the ears again before sliding down onto her shoulders and across her chest.
“Such a pretty kitty,” he added, cupping her breasts in his hands. That phrase seeped through her veins like warm honey, and she whimpered as the heat of it settled in her cunt.
“I didn’t tell you, did I?” he asked, sounding abashed. His thumbs traced soft circles over her nipples, immediately hardening them through the thin fabric. “I didn’t even tell you that you’re the prettiest kitty I’ve ever seen.”
Hermione couldn’t help the way her hips jumped at that. She hadn’t realised it either. He had said he liked the ensemble, and she could tell from his reaction that he probably loved it, but she didn’t know how badly she wanted him to think she was pretty like this until he actually said it. Until he was looking at her tits in his hands like he wanted to devour her whole. She kept her eyes on his face as his fingers worked in the same slow rhythm, teasing the taut peaks around and around and then back and forth. He knew how wet that made her, and when she whimpered again, he glanced back up, smiling at her wanton expression.
“Mm, see?” he hummed. “Good kitties get good treats.”
Her brow creased with confusion at that. This was the treat? She’d meant to suck his cock. A literal treat to put in her mouth.
He seemed to see the hesitancy on her face. “You don’t want to come?” he asked.
She felt her eyes widen. Well, that would be a very nice treat, indeed. His hands stilled on her chest, and she nodded quickly.
“Yes, yes, I want to come. I want to come for you.”
“Like this?” he asked, dragging the fabric away from one breast and swiping his thumb across her nipple.
“Y-Yes,” she stammered as her hips jolted.
“Or this?” He leaned forward and closed his lips over it, sucking gently in an indulgent kiss.
She whined, the sound high in her throat.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, letting his lips brush against her with every word.
“Yes, yes,” she panted.
He tutted. “Tell me like a kitty.”
Heat blazed through her as he dragged his tongue across her nipple, licking and swirling and sucking until her chest was heaving. She had to make an effort to catch her breath, but as his thumb resumed its rhythm on her other breast, the noise came out without conscious effort.
She purred.
Draco hummed in approval, pressing both nipples between his thumb and forefinger with enough pressure to be just this side of a pinch. That sent a rush of wetness between her legs, and she reached for him.
Her fingers brushed the hard ridge of his cock, and it jumped at her touch.
“Please?” she asked, gripping him desperately.
He groaned as she squeezed him, and he returned the favour to her nipples.
“Are you going to be good for me?” he asked.
“Yes, yes,” she assured him, already reaching in to pull him out. Kittens weren’t known for their patience, were they? “I’ll be so good. I’ll come so hard for you.”
He didn’t resist but shifted his hips as she yanked his briefs down under his arse to make room.
“So good,” she murmured, wrapping her hand around him. Her thumb barely reached to graze her fingertips as she pumped along his length, and her cunt pulsed with the promise of being filled by him. Then she realised he was thumbing her nipples again, and it could have been pulsing because of that, too.
“May I?” she asked, looking up at him with big eyes.
His hands slid up to her neck and he pulled her in for a chaste kiss. Something primal sang within her as his fingers curled under the leather collar and gripped it tight.
“Good kitties get what they ask for.”
That was all the encouragement she needed. He pulled her gently by the collar as she moved forward on high knees until she was lined up above him. She squeezed his cock hard under the head before dragging it through her folds, and a shiny bead of precome smeared onto her clit.
Draco groaned at the sight as she fitted him at her entrance, but he didn’t touch it. He knew as well as she did that with this much foreplay, she was liable to come simply from the stretch of him sliding in. Touching her clit would almost guarantee it, and while she knew he got a deep sense of satisfaction whenever that happened, she was glad that he seemed to want it to last a little longer this time.
She lowered her hips slowly in shallow thrusts, moaning helplessly with each one as everything pressed open inside her to accommodate him. Her hands went to his shoulders for balance, even though she could feel his knuckles against her neck, holding her tight. He was sliding his thumbs over the smooth surface of the collar, and for some reason that was almost more erotic than him touching her skin.
His breaths alternated between choked sighs and deep hums as he was just as affected by the sensation of her wet heat enveloping him. He rolled his hips gently, aiding her descent while letting her control the pace. When her arse finally settled back onto his thighs, she could hardly draw a full breath with the depth of him inside her.
“Good girl.”
She whined as her cunt fluttered around him, and his eyes glittered.
“So good,” he continued, tugging gently on the collar. “So pretty for me.” His hands came back up to the ears again, smoothing over the soft fur, and her hips began to move over him.
“Pretty kitty lips,” he said, his fingers tracing lightly down the sides of her face. He leaned forward and kissed over her mouth. Not a proper kiss that she could return, but a slow, sucking and nibbling appreciation of every inch of her lips. When he pulled back, she could feel them tingling—flushed and sensitive. Her knees pressed into the mattress as she shifted her weight, rocking him slowly against the back of her cunt.
His hands left shivers of heat in their wake as they moved down her shoulders, fingers sliding easily under the frilled straps of her top.
“Pretty kitty tits,” he proclaimed, letting them fill his hands. She moaned as her cunt burned with the wetness he was forcing out of her—a desperate plea from her body for her to move, to feel him slide against her walls. But he wasn’t done with his survey of her, and she was determined to dedicate every ounce of her focus to the hunger in his eyes and the praise on his lips.
His hands teased over the soft fabric covering her, fingers tangling in the ribbon bow at the front. He licked his lips as he traced the bottom swell of her breast that the top couldn’t cover, and his head actually seemed to shake with disbelief as he dragged the garment up, letting her breasts drop below it entirely.
A tremor went through her entire body as he bent his head to lavish them with attention. He pressed his face into them, hands cupping to lift her, and dragged filthy wet kisses over every inch of her chest.
Her pulse thrummed in her veins at his intensity. It shouldn’t have made sense; he’d seen her breasts almost every day for the better part of a year. But the truth was coiling hot within her, tightening with every stroke of his tongue.
These were not her normal tits. These were her pretty kitty tits.
And he fucking loved them.
She didn’t realise her nails were digging into his shoulders until he hissed with pain and his teeth closed down on her hard. She gave a yelp of surprise, fingers raking down his arms, and he groaned as his cock twitched deep inside her. He sat back, glancing down at the tracks blooming over his biceps, and gripped her hard around the waist.
“Pretty kitty claws.”
She brought her hands slowly to his chest, watching his face as she dug the points in. His eyes dropped shut and his teeth sank into his lip, and she gasped as he lifted her by the middle to slam her down onto his cock.
She cried out, nails scraping hard over his pecs, and he moaned as he lifted her again.
She scrabbled for purchase, tearing at his skin as he fucked up into her. His eyes were locked on where they were joined, where her arousal was coating the base of his cock.
“Pretty kitty cunt,” he grunted, hands dropping to her hips as she finally took up the rhythm herself. Her legs shook as she rode him, lifting just enough to feel the slide as she sank back down.
He brought his hand quickly to his mouth before dropping it down between her legs. She moaned in anticipation.
“Pretty kitty clit.”
Her hips jolted over him as he pressed his thumb onto her, slick with his spit and their combined arousal. She could feel the swollen nub firm beneath his finger, and pleasure spread through her like a haze as he slipped over it again and again.
“Draco—” she whined, throat tight with tension.
“I know, kitty,” he told her.
And she supposed he did. This orgasm was not going to take either of them by surprise. Instead of sending her suddenly careening off a cliff like he’d done earlier, he was now walking her carefully toward the edge in slow, measured steps.
She clung to his neck as he marched her higher with every circle of her clit, and her head swam with the sudden realisation that he was matching his pace to the movement of her hips. He was such a good master. She was such a lucky kitty.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she teetered, wavering on the edge. He kept his rhythm just the same, gently coaxing her forward.
And then he gave her a tiny push.
“Come, kitty kitty.”
Her mouth dropped open on a cry as she fell, tumbling downward into bliss. Pleasure burst through her, radiating out from his finger on her clit. Her hips jerked over him with the strength of the spasms, her belly dancing under his palm. Wave after wave flowed through her, dragging long, low moans out of her throat. When it was finally too much, she reached down to knock his hand away from her clit, but he beat her to it. His palms were already smoothing over her skin, gently bringing her down. And all the while, he murmured softly to her.
“That was so good,” he said as he traced over her hips.
“The prettiest kitty,” as he righted the fabric of her top.
“My perfect girl,” as he stroked the cat ears again.
Her body was already buzzing with pleasure, but his praise made her heart hum in her chest. He was so pleased with her. Even as he lifted her off of his still-hard cock. She knew that only meant he still wanted to fuck her more.
“I’ve been good?” she asked, blinking slowly through her afterglow.
“So good,” he assured her.
“A good kitty?” she clarified as his hands came to rest on the collar again.
“The best kitty,” he told her, planting a small kiss on the tip of her nose.
Anticipation rushed through her again.
“Then—if I’ve been so good—do you think I’ve earned a present?”
His brows rose, and she pulled her lip between her teeth again.
“There’s something…” She looked beside them at the nightstand where a small white box was waiting.
He followed her gaze, and his lips pulled into a smile when he saw it.
“My kitty thinks of everything,” he said as he reached for it.
Hermione grinned. She had told him that she would take care of collecting everything they would need for tonight, and while he was happy to let her set the scene, that also meant that he was left without being able to show his appreciation in his favourite way: giving gifts.
He removed the lid of the box and then went very still. She watched as he carefully reached inside and withdrew the round golden bell. His lips parted slightly as he looked at it, and she smiled again as he swallowed audibly. Apparently something about this dynamic made him prone to gulping.
When he lifted his eyes to hers, her heart squeezed in her chest at his expression.
“If you think I’ve earned it,” she prompted.
He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her.
It was a real kiss this time, and she returned it eagerly, snaking her arms behind his neck and pressing against him. The ball inside the bell thunked dully against the side as he shifted his hand in her hair.
She pulled back after a moment, breathing heavily, and was pleased to see that his eyes had darkened considerably again.
He reached up and affixed the bell to a metal loop near the collar’s buckle. The ball rolled around faintly inside, but it sat quietly against her skin when Draco removed his hands.
She waited, watching his eyes, as he reached out with one finger and flicked it.
The bell rang to life, jingling merrily as it bounced against the hollow of her throat.
When he looked up at her again, the black of his pupils had nearly edged out the grey.
“Turn around and show me the tail,” he said.
It never even occurred to her to disobey. She slid sideways off of his lap onto her hands and knees again, her every movement now accompanied by a whimsical tinkling.
As soon as she moved off of him, he stood from the bed, sliding his boxers the rest of the way off.
When she glanced back over her shoulder at him though, something in his gaze made her tense with the same wild excitement she’d felt earlier. She sprang forward, crawling across the bed, but he was too quick. A hand clamped on her ankle and an arm belted around her waist stopped her in her tracks.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said darkly, dragging her back until her knees slipped off the mattress and her feet hit the floor.
“Don’t you want to chase me?” she breathed through a Cheshire grin, adrenaline clamouring in her veins as he held her down with a hand on her back.
“And risk you getting lost?” he tutted. “Never.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed as that jogged her memory. “If you’re worried about that, there’s something else.”
She pointed at the nightstand again, and he reached over to retrieve the small pile of delicate chain she was indicating. It slipped through his fingers as he inspected it. The silver clip and leather wrist strap marking either end of the length dangled from his hand.
Hermione turned her head to the side to check his reaction, but what she saw made her squirm with unease. His jaw was set, eyes looking distant. Maybe she had misjudged what he would like. “If it’s too much, we don’t have—”
The rest of her sentence was cut off by the sound of the clip snapping into place behind her neck. She gasped as the cold metal chain slithered down over her back, and again as he forced one of her knees back onto the bed with his own.
Clearly it was his reaction she had misjudged.
She leaned forward to crawl again, thinking he wanted her on hands and knees, but the end of the leash brought her up short.
“Ah-ah,” he said. “Stay, pretty kitty.”
Arousal blazed through her again as she listened to the quiet clinking of him wrapping the chain around his fist, removing all of the slack. The collar pulled snug across her throat and she felt her nipples tighten.
“Good?” he asked, keeping his commanding tone even while checking in with her.
She purred.
“Fuck,” he muttered, the fingers of his free hand digging suddenly into the curve of her hip. “Look at you.”
His cock pressed against her arse as he leaned forward, bringing his hand up to smooth down from her shoulder to waist. He repeated the action over and over, covering her back and hips and arse with tender strokes. Her head hung on her neck as his palm glided over her, leaving equal parts relaxation and exhilaration in its wake. She didn’t even realise that she was arching and contracting under his touch, moving like water beneath his hand.
Not until he slid a loose fist over the entire length of the fluffy tail.
The minute movement of the plug inside her sent frissons of pleasure through her core, and she burned with wetness again as she consciously understood what her body had already known.
He was petting her.
Fuck, he was petting her because he liked the look and feel of her. Because she was such a good pet for him.
A whimper fell from her lips.
“What’s wrong, kitty?” His tone was syrupy sweet.
“Please,” she whined, suddenly desperate to be filled by him—desperate to draw his pleasure from him.
“Oh my,” he mused. “Look who’s feeling... docile.” His fingers trailed lightly up the back of her thigh, teasing mere inches from where she was drenched for him.
“Please,” she repeated despite the smirk in his voice. “Please, I want to be good.”
“You are being good,” he crooned, wrapping another length of the chain around his wrist as the head of his cock brushed through her folds. “Who knew all it took was keeping you on a... short leash.”
She cried out as he punctuated the word with a yank of her hip, pulling her back onto his cock in one harsh thrust. From this angle, the upward press of his cock shifted against the plug, making her see stars. He eased the pressure across her neck at once, but she leaned against it anyway. She pressed forward, pulling against his hold as he slowly withdrew and slid into her again.
Her eyes squeezed shut at the stretch, her cunt pulsing around him already. The tension across her throat should have felt dangerous, but it didn’t. The pressure was distributed across the wide band, and Draco was tuned to her every cue, keeping it firm while never threatening her air. Hermione was chained to him—protected and possessed by him. And she had never felt more safe. Desperate noises were slipping from her lips as she melted beneath him.
“Not so feisty now, are you?” he said, tugging the leash again as he thrust.
Whatever reply she might have whined was drowned out by the loud jingling of the bell as his hips hit sharply against her arse.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her hands sliding forward on the bed covers.
He seemed to have a similar reaction to the noise because his hips met hers hard again, increasing in pace until only the leash was holding her back from being fucked across the bed.
“You hear that?” he asked, his even tone belying the punishing rhythm he had set. She could only whimper as the bell bounced relentlessly against her throat.
“That’s the sound of a good kitty getting properly fucked.”
A noise that could only be described as guttural tore out of her throat at that. She had heard him say plenty of filthy things in bed. And out of it. But the way he had taken to his role tonight made her toes curl into the carpet.
And there were no two ways about it. With a chain at her neck and both holes filled, she was getting properly fucked, and she was loving every second of it.
He grunted as he pounded against that spot deep inside her. If she was tempted to let the strokes blur together, building into a haze of pleasure, she had the bell to remind her. It faithfully announced every impact—a sensory onslaught for every thrust.
Knowing that the sound had him throbbing within her left her feeling wetter than she could ever remember being before. He must be so pleased with her.
As if he had read her mind, she suddenly felt his fingers slipping over her below where they were joined.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Dripping all over your pretty little knickers.”
She yowled as he brushed fleetingly over her clit, sounding more like a cat than she had done all night.
“If you could call them knickers,” he continued, abandoning her cunt to slide a finger beneath the strap over her arse cheek. “They’re barely more than bits of string.”
She mumbled something incoherent as his fingers tangled in the frilly fabric.
“But I suppose kittens do like bits of string.”
The smile was plainly evident in his voice, and she moaned helplessly at the thought of him carrying on a conversation with himself while reducing her to a pile of useless mush.
“Seeing this delicate little thing trying to cover you…” His fingers squeezed hard into the flesh of her arse, the only indication of his wavering restraint. “Makes me want to—”
She yelped as elastic suddenly snapped against her belly—the remnants of the torn strap.
“Shit,” Draco breathed behind her, his rhythm faltering for a moment. Then, he palmed her now bare cheek. “Fucking bits of string.”
A euphoric smile curved her lips as he resumed his pace. Him accidentally tearing the knickers was somehow both incredibly hot and extremely silly, and her heart felt near to bursting with bliss. How did he—
Her brain stalled mid-thought, and a low moan rushed out of her as he pet the tail again. This time, however, the loose fist he used was slightly tighter. Tight enough to provide a gentle pull against the plug.
“Oh, you liked that?” he asked rhetorically, repeating the action.
Heat danced up her spine as the toy shifted again, a sharp staccato against the thrum of pleasure his cock was building below it. It was all at once too much and not enough, and an anguished sound poured out of her mouth as he began tugging lightly with every thrust.
“Draco—” she whined, eyes squeezing shut against a sudden surge of sensation so strong it made her insides panic. She needed to say stop. Maybe she needed to say her safeword.
What she actually said was, “Kittens don’t like having their tails pulled.”
Draco chuckled behind her, pausing with his cock half in her so she could really feel the next tug.
Her vision went white at the edges as the toy pressed mercilessly against her sensitised rim.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re not actually a cat,” he informed her. “Because I’m pretty sure it’s going to make you come.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets as she realised that he was right. That was what she actually needed. Not to stop. Not her safeword. She needed to come so badly her entire body burned with it.
The knowledge made her clench, drawing the plug back deeper inside her.
“That’s it,” Draco moaned, having felt it on his cock. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Please,” she cried as he sank back into her again. “I need it.”
His tone was indulgent and dangerous. “I know, kitty.”
Tears pricked in her eyes as he resumed his pattern, each pull of the tail counteracted by her own answering pulse. She hung suspended as Draco played the world’s most subtle game of tug-of-war with her body. She didn’t know how a centimeter shift could feel like it was wrenching apart her soul, but it did. The realisation that the slow, steady slide of being filled by his cock was the soothing part of all this made her head spin. She cried and she pleaded and she gasped for breath as he wound her tighter and tighter. It was... fuck—she was...
“Fuck, fuck.” Draco’s voice was tight. “That’s it, good girl.”
Her teeth clenched as a wail vibrated through her throat. Everything seized inside her, suddenly making space for her to hear the bell, feel the collar, and recognise the throb of Draco’s cock as he started to come. Her hips jerked as the pleasure unfurled, ricocheting through her body. Every spasm drew another moan from her, the strength of them taking out her legs. Draco held her up long enough to slowly withdraw before easing her down to writhe against the sheets.
Her skin seemed to vibrate with the rapture rushing through her, and before she could try to contain it, laughter was tumbling off of her lips. It was simply too much. Too much excitement, too much pleasure, too much love. Every laugh contained the things she should be saying but couldn’t quite get past her lungs. There was a slightly hysterical edge to the sound, but compared to the moaning and groaning she had been doing, it made for a pleasant change to her ears.
Draco’s hands were gentle on her shoulders as he rolled her over, and one look at his reverent expression told her that he had heard every word she meant to say.
She gave a contented hum as his fingers worked at the buckle of the collar, sliding it off and rubbing lightly at the sides of her neck. Suddenly aware of her general emptiness, she realised he must have pulled out the plug while everything was too intense for her to notice. He knew removing it would be her least favourite part, and her heart clenched as she reached up to pull him down onto the bed beside her. He was such a good master.
He laid on his side, cuddling her against his chest before reaching across her to pull the blanket from the foot of the bed over them. Her eyes were threatening to slip closed already, but she desperately wanted to see the way he was looking at her. Like she was something amazing and precious. Something he wanted to keep.
It wasn’t until he gave her a kiss that didn’t quite reach the top of her head that she realised she was still wearing the ears. His lips against the tip of one furred triangle shifted the band in her hair and her heart sang. His fingers stroked down her spine, and she snuggled closer.
Maybe she would keep them on just a little bit longer.