A Small Gift [Mf] [Ds] [light petplay]

“Is it there yet?” 

Through the text on her screen Emma could sense the urgency behind the words. She scampered to her front door and threw it open, standing back to avoid the burst of humid air. Frowning, she tapped out a quick reply, throwing the door shut behind her. 

“Not yet.” 

Master was always somewhat unpredictable, so she wasn’t sure what to expect. A cosplay dress and some new books? A vibrator and something naughty? Or something else entirely? It had been awhile since she’d seen him so eager about something, so she’d been on pins and needles for well over a week in anticipation of whatever little surprise had gotten HIM so riled up. She smiled, remembering her last time in his arms, and sat down at the couch. 

“Hmm,” he wrote, “Well, hopefully soon. Very soon, in fact.”

There was a sharp knock at her door, startling Emma to the point she nearly dropped her phone. Padding back down the hall, she stood on her tiptoes to look out the peephole, but nobody was there. Curiously, she opened the door, but slower this time. 

A modestly-sized package sat on her porch, decorated in a pastel violet wrapping paper, with a black lace ribbon wrapped around before culminating in a large bow at the top. She snapped a picture and sent it to him before grabbing the box and rushing inside. Hurriedly ripping at the ribbons, she tore open the wrapping paper only to discover that it was a small chest with a little ornamental latch at the front. 

Emma’s phone buzzed, but she ignored it, eagerly grabbing the latch and tugging the chest open. Inside was a plush velvet padding, into which were nestled two objects. There was a headband with kitten ears, grey on the back with light pink highlights on the inside, along with a gleaming silver butt plug that was linked to a long, feline tail. She lifted both out and examined them lovingly, smiling as she pictured herself wearing these for him. 

Then she noticed that there were two layers to the padding. Nestled beneath the top was a thin leather collar in a delicate shade of pink with white accents. Hanging from the collar was a tag with her name on one side and, “My kitten” on the back, along with a small silver bell. The breath caught in her throat and she felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Grabbing her phone, she saw that he’d sent her a message, “Let me see,” so before she wrote out her gratitude she sent him a picture of the objects nestled back in their container. 

“Oh, Sir, these are beautiful. Thank you, I love them so…” but her message was cut off as he replied again.

“No, kitten, let me see you wearing them.”

She added a quick, “Right away, Sir,” to her abbreviated response and ran upstairs to change. She slid out from her comfy, daily wear, and into some lacy, strappy lingerie that she knew would drive him wild. Sliding the ears onto her head she felt herself slipping into the headspace she had discovered and explored with him. She felt wild, but craving his control, which was a fitting state of mind as she bent over and slid a hand back to apply lube to her ass. Her fingers were slick and sticky as she slid the plug into place, the long tail tickling against her thighs as she walked. 

She strode over to a nearby mirror feeling a surge of confidence and sexiness. Something about the acknowledgment of his dominion over her body and mind always caused Emma to flush with desire, and she could feel the tingling redness creeping into her cheeks as she posed in front of her mirror, taking a few shots before picking her two favorites and sending them to him.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed again, “Cute, kitten. But I meant show me.”

There was a loud knock at her door and for a moment, Emma’s heart froze in her chest. She felt self-conscious, all decked out in strappy lingerie and a butt plug, but then the words in his last text struck home and she flew down the stairs and up to the peephole, pressing her eye against it nervously. Standing on her porch, dressed casually as usual, though carrying a large satchel, was her Master! 

Emma threw the door open, hiding behind it so that only her head poked out, her smile beaming brightly as she exclaimed, “You’re here? Come in! Come in!” 

He smiled back, his voice quiet and confident, “In due time, kitten. But first, show me.”

Butterflies danced in Emma’s stomach once more, the prospect of exposing herself in public equally tantalizing and terrifying. She cast her eyes up and down the street, which appeared quiet, knowing that a large rose bush out front would provide at least partial cover. Then, quickly, she stepped from behind the door and did a little spin, her tail twirling behind her and tugging gently at the plug. Hoping this would be satisfactory, she darted up, burying her face into his shoulder and breathing deeply, inhaling his essence. 

“What an excitable little kitten you are,” he teased, reaching down to squeeze the soft curve of her ass before scooping her up and carrying Emma back inside. As he carried her up to the bedroom, they kissed, each drawing from the other in equal measure. It was a passionate kiss, not the frenzied pecks of young love, but the slow, intimate kiss of two people who have built entire worlds out of the other. He held her frame tight against his chest before gently resting her on the bed. 

“So, I take it you like?” he asked, raising his eyebrows as he began to slide out of his traveling clothes. 

Emma squealed with delight, “Oh, I do! I do, I do, I do!” She spun a few quick twirls on the bed, mimicking chasing her tail, then broke into a giggle as he caught her by the collar, admiring the little silver bell that filled the room with a sweet noise. Emma smirked, noting that his cock was already rigid, and reached out one finger to languidly trace the length of his shaft with her fingernail. Harry’s response was instantaneous, swatting her hand away. 

“Naughty little thing, aren’t you?” Harry teased, before pushing back on her throat sending her sprawling across the bed. He pounced after her, catching Emma before she could roll away and pinning her down with a hand across her throat and another on her hips. 

“Squirm all you want, princess, but you know who makes the rules.” 

Emma knew that at least half her thrashing was just for show, she closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his mouth making its way between her breasts, passed her stomach, and to her desperately needy pussy. It had been sooo fucking long since they’d last been together, her skin felt like it was humming, eager to do everything all at once. But she knew he was patient, that he would set the pace, and that she was going to make him cum very hard probably more than once. 

Harry groaned into her stomach, the scent of her pussy already filling his nostrils. He kissed her roughly, up until his lips found her pussy. Instantly his mouth became gentle, his tongue probing between the soft folds, lapping up the sweetness within. He found a rhythm quickly, his tongue circling her clit and diving as deep as possible. Several times he pulled back only to let his tongue tease at the space where the plug and her ass met, his hands pressing firmly into her skin. He could feel her body warming up, and slowed his pace slightly, wanting to enjoy this moment before moving on. 

“Kitten, we are going to break this fucking bed tonight,” Harry growled as he wrapped both hands around her hips and flipped Emma over so that she on her stomach. Wordlessly she assumed their favored position, on her elbows and knees with her ass up and back arched. She looked back over one shoulder, her eyes foggy with desire, “Please, sir. Please fuck your little kitten.”

There was no hesitation, no slow build up, not this time. Harry wrapped one hand around her right shoulder and the other on her left hip and began to thrust as hard and fast as he could. Each forward crash ended with a loud slap as his hips met hers, then he withdrew until her pussy was grasping at the empty air where his cock had just been. It was rough, it was violent, and it was exactly the catharsis they had both been craving in their very bones. Again and again he crashed into her, their hips a blur. Emma did her best to push her hips back in sync with his, but his grip was firm and there was little she could do to adjust her positioning. 

All the while, the little bell shook, her tail swung wildly, and Emma felt herself drifting further and further into subspace. The world became blurry, a mix of sensations and sounds, but throughout this there was pleasure to focus on. Pleasure from his cock slipping against her clit, pleasure from the plug shaking in her ass, pleasure from knowing that she was owned. She was his. The truest, deepest pleasure she could imagine from being with someone that she so loved and respected that her mind could turn off and she could focus on being an object of pure pleasure and light. 

With a loud, yowling moan Emma’s body broke into shudders as an orgasm washed over her. Harry was relentless, months of pent up need expressing themselves through a furious pace. They would both suffer the aches and pains of this moment the next day, but in this moment he was consumed with desire for her and nothing could slow his pace. He had to have her, had to claim her, taking her body in a way that left no questions about the true nature of their relationship. 

“You. Are. Mine.” he grunted in between thrusts, watching her body contort throughout the orgasm that sent her shuddering and spasming wildly. There was no holding back, and as Emma’s orgasm began to wain, Harry pushed his cock deep within her pussy and felt his mind explode with pleasure. Each pulse of cum seemed to send a flash of light through his mind, her body milking him until there was nothing left, yet their bodies were still entwined, locked together in silent passion. 

Harry collapsed, his body landing next to Emma with a thud, as he beckoned her to roll on top of him in a stuporous state. Emma walked her hands up over his chest to his shoulders, ever the playful feline, then curled her head up on Harry, watching him breathe. His hand reached down to gently swat at her tail, so Emma wiggled her hips in response. 

“Hey,” Harry said, breathlessly, “No fair. Not yet,” then he smacked her ass half-heartedly.

Emma wiggled her hips again, then sunk her teeth lightly into his shoulder. 

“But….soon, Sir?” 

“Yes, kitten. Soon enough.”

The two of them collapsed into each other, letting the rust of time apart wash away with idle chatter and plenty of laughter. 

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