Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
The card reads: Open the gift now. When you get here, come straight to my office. Hand me your panties when you get here. -D
This definitely isn't standard new employee treatment. But I'm the cat that got the cream as I tear into the wrapping like it’s Christmas morning.
Inside lies a black box. I bite my lip to stifle a mewl as I lift the lid and discover...
Ohmyfuckinggod.
A sleek metal butt plug with a silky black cat tail attached. I've never held one before—it's surprisingly heavy in my palm. Would my body even accommodate something this substantial? I glance at the partition between me and the driver, but it's sealed tight with tinted windows ensuring my privacy.
My sensible side should object, but even that part of me purrs in approval at the delicious naughtiness. The tail will definitely peek beneath my short skirt, and I'll need to remove my panties...
With a giggle, I lift my hips as the car glides toward downtown, sliding my underwear down my legs. I remember how Duffield demanded yesterday's pair, glancing at the little silhouette cats on my pink panties. I love these, but maybe he'll return them—or better yet, buy me new ones.
I tuck them into my purse as an offering, then notice something else nestled in the black box. A small bottle labeled "silicone lube."
"Ahhh.” I murmur as understanding dawns. That makes far more sense.
Even so, trying to get the cat tail inside my butt in the back of a limo isn’t easy. I end up on all fours on the floor, pushing my ass in the air and pulling my dress up so the lube doesn’t get all over it as I rub it on the tight little muscle saying a little prayer I end up with a cute little cat tail hanging from my ass without needing a trip to the ER.
It feels strange, and it makes me shiver as I stroke the metal butt plug up and down, trying just a little pressure at first and nipping into my bottom lip as the pointy part opens me up. I hiss a breath through clenched teeth and try to relax instead of tightening up, with my face buried in the bench seat of the car and my ass sticking up in the air.
One. Two. Three.
With a little more pressure, it slides inside, with a little pop and my ass closes over the end. It’s not unpleasant…almost a relief once it’s in place.
I push onto my knees first, wiggling a little, testing out this new sensation realizing the action has opened the floodgates between my legs.
I’m pulsing and dripping as I ease onto the seat again, trying to find a comfortable position, the tail catches under my legs and the movement makes the plug tug against my insides.
But, come on. I have a cat tail! What would all those mean girls in high school say to me now? Ears and a tail bitches. Take that.
Thirty minutes later, I step from the car with a cat tail swinging against the backs of my thighs with triumph in my smile. I have ears, I have a tail, I arrived in a limousine. I'm royalty, and I revel in the stares as my skirt lifts slightly with each swish of my tail.
Let them look.
I stride to the elevator, press the button for the top floor, and turn to see Miss Pinch Face charging toward me, thunder in her eyes. I watch the doors slide closed in her face with immense satisfaction.
No one joins my elevator ride. I ignore more stares as I approach Duffield's office, where I knock and wait—for about as long as my limited patience allows. Then I shrug and enter.
My mouth drops open.
"You're supposed to wait to be invited in." His gruff voice barely registers as I process what I glimpsed—his massive length disappearing hurriedly into his pants and the security monitors displaying multiple camera angles.
Including one showing the hallway where I just stood.
"I waited," I counter. "Were you... doing what I think you were doing?"
"You're supposed to wait longer than ten seconds. What do you think I was doing?"
"Were you watching me while you did it? Did you see me come through the office doors? Wait—" My eyes dart between monitors. "Is that camera inside the car? And that one's pointing at my bedroom! What the hell?"
My mind races—not from embarrassment about the plug (I'm actually proud of that accomplishment), but the violation of seeing my bedroom. He saw me without my ears this morning.
"I told you I wasn't letting you out of my sight. There were things I needed to do, so I made arrangements. When I say something, little kitty, I mean it. You need to understand that." His gaze lifts from the monitors. "You have something for me."
He stands, his massive erection impossible to hide beneath strained fabric. His suit looks tailored for a man half his size, straining across mountainous shoulders and bulging pectorals.