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It was supposed to be a one-time thing, yet for the past few days, he’s been sharing his bed with an animal. He should punish you, but recently, he’s been passive about your blatant lack of respect for personal space. When he wakes up, you’re near his side, or your more favoured approach, sprawled on top of him as if he’s your personal heater. It’s his fault you disrespect him like this. He’s enabling you each time he doesn’t discipline you.
He enjoys it when you’re all sleepy, though. You’re much more docile, giving him slow blinks, because you love your master so much. It’s all a ruse; he knows how you really are when you’re not his sleepy kitty. He lets you curl up in his lap, your head tucked under his chin as he does his nightly reading, because at least then he knows you’re not up to no good like you usually are.
Zak can recall countless times he’s woken up to the sound of crashing, because you were bored. It was the middle of the night. How bored could you possibly be? He knows you get most of your entertainment from annoying him, so he prefers this over not having one more thing to replace. That’s the only reason he doesn’t mind the current arrangement. Definitely not because you’re so vulnerable, so pliant—and it didn’t take him making you come your brains out for him to have you like this.
However, the minute you’re awake, you’re no longer his compliant kitten. You’re back to your usual mischievous, needy self and not in a cute way.
He regrets showing you an ounce of affection because, of course, you’d abuse it. He didn’t even mean to show you any in the first place. When Zak woke up, he thought you were still asleep. Your cheek was squished to his chest, and steady puffs of breath left you. For once, he didn’t think you were playing some trick on him, and you weren’t. You wanted to savour your time with him in the morning before he left you alone. He was a busy man, after all.
Instead of disturbing his pretty kitty from her slumber, he decided to indulge, because that’s what people with pets do. You don’t wake them up when they’re asleep on top of you, so trusting of their owner in their defenceless state. Yet, this tender act came with a price. Zak tried to be nice, only to be punished.
Much to his dismay, you weren’t asleep, and you were very aware that Zak wasn’t the callous prick he usually is towards you when you’re awake. This resulted in you pretending to be asleep so that you could spend a few more minutes in his hold.
It was painfully obvious you weren’t asleep. You’re usually his clever kitty, so it’s amusing seeing you like this. Your tail swishes back and forth under the covers—you’re restless, squirming beside him as you snuggle further into him, your cat ears tickling under his chin as you subconsciously flick them. You were so excited to be with him, weren’t you?
“Darling…” Zak coos. His morning voice sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, yet you continue your pitiful act. “I know you’re awake. You’re not exactly subtle, sweetheart.”
You whine in protest, pressing yourself closer to him. Your leg hooks over his, and he can feel your warm cunt through your panties against his thigh. He’d think you were in heat, if you weren’t usually like this for him—so desperate. He’s not any better, his erection outlined through the plain black boxers he’s wearing, because the male body was a funny thing. It crosses his mind that you’re acting like this because of his morning wood, and that you were too disciplined to take what you want.
“Do you want me to take care of you, pretty girl?” He asks. You don’t expect that. You thought he’d utter a stern ‘Off’, leaving you to suffer, but he’s being sweet, maybe because he wants something from you. It throws you for a loop, but you’re not complaining. Not when he’s scratching that spot behind your ear that makes you purr as you nod your head enthusiastically.
“Yeah? Let me hear you say it.”
“Please take care of me, sir…” You mumble, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You’re so shy, he chuckles as if it’s a crazy concept.
“Take your panties off.” You shuffle out of them, leaving you in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that you stole from him as he guides you to straddle him.
Zak peers up at you sitting on his lap. Only the thin fabric of his boxers prevents skin-to-skin contact. He groans as you shift atop of him, your slick pussy making a mess on the front of his underwear, and the added pressure on his throbbing erection doesn’t help his arousal.
“Good girl,” he praises, a little breathless. You’re getting more worked up over the sight of him under you. His teeth dig into his plush bottom. He still had power over you, despite being underneath you, his chest heaving from the subtle friction you provided.
You move to tug the waistband of his boxers down, but he stops you.
“No—” Zak tsks. You’re too eager for your own good. It’s not your fault he’s been enabling you all morning. He couldn’t give you exactly what you wanted. You had to work for it. You immediately halt your movement, your hands moving to your sides instead. You’re compliant, but he shouldn’t be too surprised.
“Take what you want, baby girl.” His tone is gentle, yet condescending. You can’t take what you want if what you want is to feel him inside of you, but you’re grateful for what he gives you anyway. He knows you want to play with him like one of those toys he’s gotten you, or maybe use him like you use his pillow when you think he doesn’t know better.
You roll your hips, whining at the stimulation. Zak moans too, and his hands move to rest on your thighs. Your arousal soaks through his boxers, mixing with the precum stain the tip of his cock left.
“Just like that,” he groans, his hips rocking subtly to meet your desperate grinding.
He bunches the fabric of your shirt around your waist, exposing the sight of your bare cunt rutting along his clothed cock. Your mewls fill the bedroom as your clit nudges along the print of his dick in boxers. What you really wanted was separated by a thin layer of fabric, but you were so desperate to make it enough.
Zak lets out an airy laugh beneath you, teasing, “Does that feel good, kitty? Mhm, yeah? The sun’s not even up yet, and you’re grinding on me like you’re in heat.”
Your palms rest on his chest as you support yourself. His body is warm, and although he’s taunting you, he’s equally as aroused. His cock thrusting to the warmth of your pussy through his underwear as he chases the stimulation he gets from you pathetically humping him. His plan to torment you backfires because he wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside you.
It’s not that bad, though. Not when he gets to see you fall apart, even though he’s barely touching you. He can tell you’re close. Your whines get higher in pitch, and your back arches as you try to feel more of him.
“Fuck—” he whimpers. “Ride me properly.”
You stop rocking your hips and lift off him. Although you’re reluctant, it’s amusing how quick you are to comply with his every word when it’s something you want. You tug the waistband of his boxers down, exposing more of his V-line until you free his cock.
He’s so hard, precum oozes down his shaft. His hand reaches between both of you as he aligns himself with your entrance, the tip glides through your soaked folds. Your breath quivers as you sink down on him. He slips inside you with little resistance. Your cunt continues to suck him in until your ass is flushed with his thighs. It was too much for you, your hips weakly bucking forward as you adjusted to the intense pleasure.
The expression on your face is pure bliss. You’re stuffed full of him as his thick cock stretches you open. Zak bucks his hip upwards, drawing out a moan from you.
“What happened to my needy girl?” His large palms slide along your waist to grope your ass.
You respond with a whine, moving up and down his length with his help. His shaft is coated with your arousal, the light from the early morning casting a sheen as his cock slides out of your wet cunt before stuffing you again with a loud squelch.
“Is it too much?” Zak questions.
You nod. Your thighs burn as you ride him. You’ve given up at this point. He’s doing most of the work, rolling his hips so the head of his cock prods at the spot inside you that has your cunt gushing. He huffs out a laugh, “I thought you wanted this.”
“You’re such a spoiled kitty, having me do everything for you.” He continues to berate you, but you’re too intoxicated on his dick to pay attention. A few more lazy thrusts inside your pussy, and you’re coming undone, your cunt gushing around him. He follows soon after, your spasming walls, milking him dry as he empties inside of you, and filling you with his seed.
You slump on top of him, purring from being thoroughly satisfied. His cum spills out of your puffy pussy, making a mess. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. Your eyes droop until you’re drifting in and out of consciousness. It’s a good thing he’s tired you out. You won’t be getting in so much trouble if you’re out cold, but you’re both a mess. You don’t really care, though, not when you’re basking in his warmth as he’s still stuffed inside you.
“Wake up, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Maybe he’s being too sweet to you, but he can’t help but give in.