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CHAPTER 21

H er Daddy loved her. And he wanted to make love to her. A smart Little girl would let her Daddy take over. She’d be compliant and let her Daddy take control.

She could simply lie back and let him sweep her off her feet, loving her all night long. But where was the fun in that? Okay, there was a lot of fun in that, but she was in the mood to be chased, captured, and ravaged.

Lovie had no problem with her Daddy taking control… if he could. But right now, she didn’t want to be made love to by her Daddy. She wanted to be taken by her Viking.

You didn’t just open the door and invite a Viking to cuddle on the couch. One of the most freeing parts of their play was that she could run. She could fight, really fight, and be overcome. She didn’t often get to feel overpowered. She wasn’t exactly a fragile hot-house flower.

Was dominance really dominance if her Viking didn’t fight for it? She hopped off his lap and backed away from him. Not that she wanted to get away. No. But she did want to tempt and tease. How far could she push him before he snapped?

Fascinated, she watched the Daddy in his eyes fade and the Viking come alive. His golden eyes focused only on her, gleaming with intent as only an alpha predator could. He stood and slowly prowled toward her, stripping off his shirt as he moved.

It was a dirty trick, and it worked. She became so caught up in watching the huge muscles in his arms and chest flex and ripple, she forgot where she was until her back connected with the island counter in the kitchen.

She had no room to move and no escape. He lunged for her, but at the last minute she ducked and escaped underneath his arm. His growl sent adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her heart raced as she ran to the far side of the island and glanced through the glass wall and the rain. The thunder still rumbled as it continued to pour down. Each clap jarred her nerves. So, going outside was out, but maybe she could use that to trick him.

“Are you really going to make me chase you, fairy cat?” He moved left down the edge of the counter, so she did, too. “Are you sure?”

She really was. Tonight, she wanted the thrill of the chase, and she knew he did as well. “I think the question, Viking, is do you think you can catch me?”

His eyes narrowed at her challenge. Um… yikes! Exhilaration flashed through her, sparking her pussy to life. She took in a quick breath, hoping it would quiet her nerves, but it didn’t.

“The longer it takes me to catch you, fairy cat, the longer I will play with you before I let you come.”

She glanced at his cock, the bulge already more than evident as it pressed against his jeans. It didn’t look like it would be that long.

Spotting the direction of her stare, he answered the question she wondered, but didn’t have the nerve to ask. “I didn’t say it would be a long time before I came, naughty girl. Only you.”

That shouldn’t make her wet, right? But it did. So, so wet for him. He’d said he was going to fuck her all night. Was this the night he’d take her virginity? Could she take that monster cock inside her?

He moved again, and she countered. If he shifted left once more, she’d be close enough to the door to make it outside. Maybe she should forget her fear and go for it. She could lose him in the darkness of the trees. But not too much. She was scared of the rain, and spooky trees whistling and whispering in the wind wouldn’t help.

Thunder rocked the walls again as lightning lit the sky. On second thought, she didn’t need to be outside for him to chase her. If the past was an accurate prediction of the present, she wouldn’t get that far, anyway.

Misgivings attacked her confidence. How would she run away inside? What had she been thinking?

The smile on her Viking’s face was just short of sinister. Maybe this had been a bad idea. “You should have told me you wanted to play, fairy cat. I have some special things to add to our evening, now that I know.”

She couldn’t wait any longer. Hopefully, she was close enough to the door. She feigned right, then darted to the left. He matched her movements. Thank God that hadn’t worked!

He feigned twice, coming back toward her and grabbing her around the waist just as she reached the door. Without pause, he tossed her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

With a smack to her bottom, he headed for his bedroom. “Gotcha, little fairy cat. Now the real games begin.”

Holy scare tactics. Nothing ominous about that. Nope. Nothing at all.

He carried her into his bedroom, setting her on a large hunter green rug in front of the fireplace. It was soft and warm under her feet. A rich tan yoga chaise lounge was positioned in front of the hearth, with a side table to its left and a smaller, patterned rug on the right .

“I’m surprised you’re into yoga,” she said.

The look he gave her shivered over her entire body. He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’d think by now, nothing I’m into would surprise you. Let’s test that theory.” He sat down on the lounge, the curve fitting his body perfectly. “Strip for me, fairy cat.”

Well, foreplay must be overrated. She wouldn’t have minded giving it a try, though. Still, her wet panties were becoming uncomfortable. If he was going to hate the dimples on her thighs and her Buddha belly, she supposed it was better to know now.

He didn’t watch her, thank goodness. He disappeared into his bathroom, reappearing just as she finished undressing, carrying a box. Did it jingle when he set it on the table?

She didn’t have time to worry about that. She braced, closing her eyes against the disappointment she was afraid she’d see in his eyes. Her Viking didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He was all muscle. She was… not.

Then large, rough hands ran from her shoulders, down her arms, and around to her ample bottom. “What did I ever do to get so lucky?”

She would have answered him, but when he began to nuzzle behind her ear, she lost her breath. But that was okay because she couldn’t remember what she was going to say anyway.

“Since it’s raining, and since I captured you before you could escape, I have something new to try. I love it, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you always have your safeword.”

She nodded. “I trust you, Viking.”

He led her to the smaller rug by the chaise lounge. “Kneel here while I get you ready.”

She sank to her knees, and he showed her exactly how he wanted her to stay, sitting on the heels of her feet with her palms resting on her thighs. Sitting on the lounge, he reached for the box and took out the items one by one, laying them beside him. “Have you ever done any role-playing, babygirl? ”

He’d laid out a headband with large kitten ears, a collar with a bell, and furry mittens that looked like cat paws. He put out a few other things she didn’t recognize, and one more thing she’d read about but never seen, a long cat tail attached to a butt plug.

Her heart pounded against her breastbone, and her breathing grew shallow. If anyone had asked her what might have been in the box, she would never have guessed. And yet despite her surprise, she wasn’t upset. In fact, her pussy was wet and tingling.

He wanted to dress her up? She would he his real-life fairy cat.

Instead of dressing her, he leaned back on the lounger. “Come closer, and sit facing the fire, little fairy cat.”

Without a thought, she did as he asked, resuming her position by the chair. With the remote on the table, he changed the room’s atmosphere. Pushing a button, he whited out the walls, blocking her view of the storm. Another button had a fire crackling in the fireplace, warming her bare skin. A final button flooded the room with soft music, cancelling out the sound of the storm.

Without meaning to, she purred in pleasure.

Staring at the fire, he placed his hand on her head and rubbed her scalp, soothing a tension headache she hadn’t realized she had. His movements were slow and gentle as he slowly moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking her softly, almost as if he was unaware of what he was doing.

Then his fingers found her nipple. The pleasure of his touch was both soothing and exciting. It was as if he were lost in thought, yet his touch gradually grew stronger as did her desire. With no panties on, there was nothing to stop her from making a spot on the carpet.

He played like that a long time. She sat quietly and focused on the feeling he was creating. She didn’t understand, but she felt cherished and important, as if she were soothing him.

Finally, he spoke. “There will be times when this is what I will want from you, little fairy cat. I’ve never been able to do this with anyone before. I never thought I would. I'm pleased that you enjoy it. There will be times I’ll allow you to play with your toys. There will be times you are my toy, and I’ll play with you for hours before I let you come.”

How did he do that? How did he have her on the brink of an orgasm from nothing but his words?

“Would you like to wear the things I bought for you?”

For her? He’d bought them just for her. Instinct told her she shouldn’t speak. After all, real cats didn’t talk. So she nodded and waited.

“You are such a pretty, well-behaved little fairy cat.”

One by one, he put each item on her. He even pulled her hair into a loose, messy bun. He provided her with step-by-step instructions on what to do, his voice remaining soft and gentle, but firm.

He patted his lap. “Come curl up on my lap.”

She crawled up with his help, sitting on her left hip, leaning against his chest. She curled her legs up to drape over his. Doing her best to purr, she made a mental note to look up videos on how to be catlike. She wasn’t the most graceful person, but she’d had years of ballet classes growing up.

Her Viking trailed his fingers up and down her spine, each time going further down until his finger pressed against the base of her spine. Her pussy, already dripping, began to pulse.

And then he moved his finger lower, skimming past her anus and dipping into her slick channel. Her pussy spasmed as he worked his finger in and out. She wanted to come so badly it hurt.

He withdrew his finger, and she almost screamed. Holding it up in the firelight, he said, “Someone is enjoying being my fairy cat. As a reward, I want you to lick my finger clean.”

Leaning forward, she made sure to angle her head so that he could watch her. Then, with small licks, as if she were a kitty, she did as he asked and cleaned her arousal from his finger .

When she finished, he scratched behind her ear while she rubbed her face against his palm.

With a smooth voice, he said, “There's only one thing left, little fairy cat. You may stand, and I want you to bend over the high end of the chaise.”

Okay, so the chaise lounge wasn’t for yoga.