chapter 3

“I love you too, Kitten. Now, go sit on your cushion by my chair.

And remember. Look to me if you’re nervous, or if something is set in

motion by someone else you’re not sure about. This isn’t a test. You’re not

going to disappoint me. I’m not going to be angry with you. The only thing

I would ever be upset over is if you had any doubt whatsoever and didn’t

bring it to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered softly. “I’ll look to you for anything I’m

unsure about.”

Daddy nodded crisply, then went to the foyer to receive our guests.

As I sat on the cushion, my arms resting on the seat of Daddy’s

chair. I noticed a second cushion next to the plush chair across from

Daddy’s. Mine had been there since the first day I’d agreed to be Daddy’s

kitten. This one wasn’t needed. What was going on? Was Daddy taking a

second pet? Was that why he kept reaffirming that I was his and he was

mine? Why he stressed to me that I needed to give what he wanted for us a

good try and not dismiss it out of hand?

My nerves were getting the better of me when I heard male voices

coming close. There was Daddy, but I thought I recognized the second

voice as well. Was that Victor? He was one of Daddy’s closest friends and

part of his innermost circle. He was also the man who’d suggested Daddy

punish me when I’d squirmed under his desk when he’d specifically told me

to be still, and the man who’d suggested he reward me for being such a

good kitten later in the same meeting.

“I appreciate the invitation, Jacob. I admit I was surprised you asked

me to bring Max. he’s a bit more… aggressive than I’d have picked for your

kitten.”

“She’s stronger than you give her credit for. I wouldn’t have asked

for Max if I hadn’t been certain he was what she needed.”

Daddy and Victor entered the room. Behind them was a man I didn’t know. He wasn’t as tall as Daddy or Victor, but was every bit as big and

muscular as them. He wore black leather pants, a loose white shirt opened

half way down his chest, and no shoes. At his throat was a black studded

collar attached to a silver leash. Victor had a firm grip on the leash. At his

crotch was a steel tiger cock cage. It seemed to be attached to a hole in the

front of his pants. While his cock was encased in the thing, his balls were

also caged in the same silver steel. He was locked in with a tiny padlock.

While not preventing an erection, the device would make it uncomfortable

should Max become aroused. The second the big man saw me, he moved in

my direction, a lustful gleam in his eyes. I whimpered, my gaze going

immediately to Daddy. The leash pulled tight and the man growled as he

was stopped abruptly.

“Max!” Victor snapped. “Kneel!” The big man sank to his knees

beside Victor, but his gaze had locked on my cowering form. “Are you sure

about this? The very last thing I want is to be responsible for that sweet

girl’s fear or for her getting hurt.”

“Which is why you’ll discipline your pet and teach him patience,”

Daddy said. There was no heat in his voice, just calm instruction. “Max has

needed discipline for a long while. We both know it. This is to help you as

much as it is to help me.”

Victor sighed. “He’s just been through so much. I wanted him to

have as free a rein as I could.”

“As you should have. Max has been through a lot in his young life.

But it’s time for him to be tamed. He’s not a feral cat. He’s a proud, fierce

tiger. And tigers have patience on the hunt.” Daddy looked at Max as if

speaking to him instead of Victor. Maybe he was. I tried to keep my own

eyes focused on Daddy, but my gaze occasionally darted to Max. A wary

prey keeping an eye on the predator.

Daddy turned to me and sat in the chair. I moved so that I sat between his legs, taking my cushion with me. I wrapped my arms around

one thigh and lay my head in his lap. Immediately, Daddy’s hand was

buried in my hair.

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