Neha the Little Kitten - Part 2

[ScottishTeddyBear]

She stands at the kitchen counter as he walks in taking a second to admire her slim toned figure. Her long dark hair, still wet from the shower, shines in the evening light and he head gently moves. He stands thinking to himself how lucky he has become. He walks quietly closer hearing her, hearing her gently humming to herself, a song he doesn’t know. He is almost behind her now. The scent of her shampoo and body wash fills his nose. Today she has opted for shorts and a small vest, which she knows is his favourite.
He stands directly behind her. She hasn’t sensed his presence yet. Distracted by whatever she is doing. He reaches out his arms. His hands landing on her hips and at the same time sliding round her stomach and up onto her shoulders pulling her into him. She thrusts her head backwards both in surprise and excitement at the feel of his hands on her skin. “Hey daddy” she whispers. “Hi kitten” he rasps as he nibbles her earlobe. “Did you enjoy your shower?”. She spins around to face him, dropping her arms over his shoulders. “I was a bit lonely without you” she says. Her light voice alluring and seductive. He looks into her deep dark eyes seeing the passion behind them. “I’m sorry. I got held up at work. I hope you haven’t tired yourself out too much today. I have something for you”. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a navy-blue box embossed with golden letters that read ‘Swarovski’. She gasps and giggles. Her eyes widening as she opens the box slowly. Teasing herself before she sees the contents. As the box open the light catches the crystals inside and they shine brightly. Reflecting in her eyes. She can’t believe her eyes. Inside the velvet lined box is a collar. But not just any collar. This is crystal encrusted collar. A black crystal encrusted leather and velvet collar. She looks up at him with a hungry look on her face as she bites her lip. “That’s the one you had been looking at, wasn’t it?” he asked eyeing her expression. She nods happily. A smile spreading across her face. He reaches inside the box and removes the collar. It’s heavy but delicate. He undoes the buckle and places it around her neck. It’s a perfect fit as he thought it would be. As he closes the buckle, she excitedly rushes over to the hall mirror admiring herself. Then she realises. Aswell as being the one she wanted; he has added a little something special. Spelled out in bright red crystals amongst the shining black is the word ‘Kitten’. She loves his pet’s name for her and loves being his little kitten in the bedroom. He walks over behind her again and passionately whispers in her ear “lets head to the bedroom”. His hand reaches up and clips a thin lead to her new collar pulling her closer as he kisses her nose then turns and leads her through to the bedroom, guiding her with her lead.
They reach the bedroom, and he places her at the foot of the bed. “Stay” he says in a commanding voice. He moves away and she is standing perfectly still watching him closely. He opens the wardrobe and take the keys from his pocket finding the smallest one and unlocks the dungeon box he keeps in there. He always keeps it locked and never lets her see inside. It fills her with pleasure that he is looking in there. It excites her to imagine the treats he might have in store. She sees him nod to himself and hears the box being locked again. She stands as still as she can, which is hard as her knees shake and she feel how wet her pussy is getting. Her juice soaking onto her shorts. He closes the wardrobe and walks purposely over to her. She sees a glint of shining metal in his hand. He stops in front of her and reaches up and slides the straps of her top off of her shoulders. He places his hand in the centre of her chest curling his fingers around the frills and pulls downwards. She feels his fingers brushing her skin as he slides her top down to her waist. As he reaches the waistband of her shorts, he grips with his fingers pulling her top and shorts together letting them drop to the ground around her ankles. He takes a step back looking her up and down. Admiring her form. Grinning as he notices she has freshly trimmed her public hair making it surround and frame her pussy.
He pushes her with enough *** to make her fall backwards onto the bed but gentle enough to not cause ***. This isn’t one of those nights. His little kitten has been a good girl. She bounces gently as she lands. He moves around the side of the bed. She watches him intently as he goes. Now she sees what he has in his hands. It’s a pair of silk lined gauntlet cuffs. He stands at the side of the bed looking down at her. She can see the bugle in his pants starting to grow bigger. In one sharp domineering word he says “Hands”. She knows what to do. She slides her hand up over her body and through her hair until they are above her head. “Good girl” he says as he leans over and places the cuffs over her wrists. He pulls the clasps tight. Enough to hold her tight but loose enough to not leave any marks. He doesn’t want anyone to know what him and his little girl get up to behind closed doors. She can feel his breath caressing her face as he works. The smell of his cologne wafting over her. Making her tingle with excitement. He pats her wrist and smiles as he lifts her hands up and places them on her chest. In one swift move he unclips the lead and replaces it with a chain, which he then clips onto the cuffs. Enough room for her to reach her belly but no further. He likes to see her want to touch herself but knowing that he controls when she does.
He stands upright, the bulge in his pants so clearly visible, and takes a step back. He smiles to himself as he undoes the buttons on his shirt, knowing what he has in store for her. She looks up at home intently curious to know what he has planned for the evening. He slides his shirt off over his shoulders and undoes his belt and buttons letting his pants fall to the floor in a loud thump. As they fall his rock-hard erection bounces free and springs to attention pointing directly forward. She lays there hungrily watching him undress. Waiting patiently for her reward for being a good girl. He steps forward once more and reaches under the pillow of the bed taking a hidden blindfold out. She gasps with excitement as she knows she’s in for a real treat tonight. He places the blindfold over her eyes and secures it with the silk ribbons. “Are you ready kitten?” She nods rapidly urging him to begin. She has spent the whole day thinking about him and cannot wait to bring him pleasure. She feels the bed move as he sits beside her and without warning she feels a delicate brush against her skin. She tingles and tenses as she realises, he has one of her favourite items from the box. A single long black feather. He begins by brushing the feather over her forehead and down her cheek, over her jawline and down the side of her next. She moans quietly. The blindfold taking away one sense and heightening the others. Her skin is so sensitive to his touch. The feather works its way around her neck and down over her breasts, lightly brushing against the very tip of her firm nipples. He breaths deeper enjoying the view of her deep coloured skin under the dark feather. The slight movements of pleasure beginning to show as he works his magic with the feather. Who knew a single feather could bring such desire. The feather has made its way down to her stomach, across her pelvis and up her side. He knows she is very sensitive on her sides and his knowledge of every part of her is what makes their love so passionate. She feels the feather tickle her side, hitting all the sensitive areas of her perfectly toned figure that he knows so well. “Mmmmmmm you like that don’t you baby?”. She quietens her voice down to just above a whisper as she says “Yes daddy. I really do”. Me moans slightly as she says those words feeling his cock twitch at the sound of ‘Daddy’. His head bows and he fix his eyes on her figure. Concentrating on teasing her and building his own desire. The feather now rests just above her pussy. Nestling amongst the short hair. The tip sitting just above her clit casting a surreal shadow over her lips.
He wakes with a jolt, and it takes a few seconds to realise he is at home, in his bed, alone. He is aware that his cock is sitting up. Precum leaking gently from the tip. His phone buzzes and he realise that was what woke him. With slight frustration at being disturbed from his erotic fantasy he grabs his phone and unlocking the screen. All frustration instantly disappears when he sees the notification from Neha. He quickly opens the message as his heart starts to race, eager to know what she has sent him. There, on the screen, is one simply line of text. Just the words ‘I Love You Daddy’. He feels his heart pound, his mouth dry and his cock harder than he thought possible. This simple phrase is what he has always longed to hear. He rapidly replies to the message. ‘I love you too kitten’. As he types, he feels a smile spreading across his face. He adds ‘Sorry I just woke up, but I think I had a dream about you’.