I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 111: (18+) Soft Binding

Alisha got home late. I heard her dismiss Matteo and climb the stairs to where I was curled up on her bed, trying to let my brain bees calm down, though everything was still everywhere all at once in my subconscious. It was going to be one of those nights I was too restless for my own good.

I got up onto my knees when Alisha came in. The bed was so soft underneath me, but firm just beneath the surface. It was an incredibly comfortable bed and large enough that four people could easily share it. In true Alisha fashion, it was covered with pure white sheets and a white comforter.

She went for the closet, giving me a gentle pet on her way there. When she returned, she was dressed in her usual pajamas. Simple and practical. She sat next to me, shifting the mattress and bedding.

The house’s gentle hum was the only sound for a long moment until I planted my lips against her shoulder, soothingly.  I couldn’t quite parse her silence. Was she processing still? Did she need release? Or was this real calmness after Sergei was gone?

I felt the soft skin of her hand press against my cheek and blinked my eyes at her.

Yes, she had that mild hunger in her eyes. I shifted, getting on my knees and intentionally letting the front of my shirt fall open a bit. Her gaze didn’t hesitate to wander down to my revealed cleavage. That’s what I wanted. Even if I wasn’t quite ‘horny’ I wanted the affection, and I wanted to soothe her ruffled nerves. Of all the money she had, she was starved for real humanness.

I reached down and took the hem of my shirt to pull it off over my head, seeing her gaze slide up my torso as I did so, and she smiled a bit mischievously.

“What is this?” she asked.

“This is yours,” I told her, and tossed my shirt off into the barren wasteland of the floor. 

The humorous glint in her eyes was good. I took her hands and planted them on my sides.

“Right?” I asked her.

She smiled still, and leaned forward to gently plant a kiss on my forehead. There was no beast tonight, but she still picked up both my hands in hers and kissed the back of them in turn.

“I killed a man earlier today and this is your reaction?” she asked quietly. There was no humor in it.

“This isn’t about that,” I told her. I leaned closer, feeling her body heat against mine. “This is ours. And yes there was some unpleasantness earlier… but you’re only human. You might be the most human person I know. And I want you to stay that way.” I pressed my forehead against her. “I want to be your anchor when the world tries to make you less than human.”

She did accept my affection but said, “sex probably isn’t the healthiest reaction to stress.”

“It doesn’t have to be sex. Though I won’t say I wouldn’t enjoy getting tied up and called your good girl,” I said.

Her chest inflated with another of her deep breaths before she released it again, and got up. Then she disappeared into the closet coming back with some kind of silky scarf or belt in plain black. “Strip,” she instructed. 

My pulse started to rise as I stood and removed each article of clothing until I was naked and she beckoned me back to the bed.

“You want me right?” I asked.

“Of course I want you,” she told me, and pulled me closer. She planted several kisses across my bare skin. “I just worry about you. About your mental health.”

“I’m okay,” I said. I pressed a hand against her face. “I like being enjoyed by you. It makes me feel like I have a place in the world, and more importantly a place in your life. Especially after a hard day, or an unpleasant day or whatever.”

She nodded and cupped my face in her hands. “I understand,” she said. “You want to try out getting tied up and being mine?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. Knowing her hands were going to be on me left a smoldering under my skin. 

She gave me a firm shove so I fell back onto the mattress, my breath leaving me for a moment.

Alisha was gentle but forceful as she pulled my hands over my head. I felt my body unravel as she did so, and then the feeling of the fabric tightening against my wrists.

My breath shook as my heart started to beat faster.

“You’re safe,” Alisha murmured. “I'm gonna take care of you.”

I nodded, swallowing. I had asked for this so I shouldn't be scared.

She pulled my hips down the bed, again being forceful. My arms pulled further over my head and she kissed me, tongue pushing past lips and teeth.

Her hands wandered, sliding over my chest, feeling my breasts as I tried to keep still and quiet. At every small gasp from me she slowed, letting her hands linger.

“Remember our safe words?” she asked quietly.

I nodded again, breathless.

“Good girl,” she praised. She pushed my knees up and apart so my thighs spread. “You're beautiful when you surrender.” She kneeled between my legs, eyes roaming. Everywhere she touched was warm and electric. 

“I want to be touched,” I told her quietly.

“Yes,” Alisha agreed. “But I want you warmed up first.”

I gave her another nod. Her hands wandered along my thighs, static racing up my skin as she did so. My arm hair stood on end. Her lips kissed at my neck, making gentle sounds right next to my ear.

My breathing heavied and my entire body tried to tense and squirm to feel more of her. My wrists were gently tugged back and her teeth slid across my neck. I sighed, the sound frustrated and needy.

“Let me savor you,” Alisha said softly.

The heat between my legs pulsed urgently, but I agreed.

Her hands roamed again, fingers curling across my breasts, then trailing down my sides again, running along the undersides of my thighs making a fierce spark shoot into my heat again.

My jaw clenched. I was fighting the urge to throw myself at her.

She bent forward, kissed my nipple, and then sucked it into her mouth.

“Ah~,” I moaned before I could stop it.

She flicked the nub with her tongue. My toes curled as my knees lifted, trying to present myself to her, hoping the temptation would be too much for her, but she pulled away, smiling happily and turned her focus to my other breast and sucked the nipple in again.

“Alisha,” I begged. 

“Shh,” she hushed me softly. “There’s no need to rush.” She teased my nipple again, leaving me wanting more, then pulled away, putting a hand gently against my heated face. “Close your eyes, Kitten,” she instructed.

I hesitated, chest still rising and falling heavily in anticipation.

“Let yourself feel this,” she told me. “Every little thing. This is a treat you should savor, the same way it's a treat for me.”

She nuzzled against my neck, pulling a piece of the tender skin into her mouth briefly.

I took a deep breath, and did as I was told, closing my eyes.

Her hands moved across my skin again, sending another gasp into me, another impulse of desperation.

“Shhhh,” she hushed me gentler this time. “Feel my hands on your skin,” she said.

I certainly did, they were leaving wakes of desire behind. They trailed lower, along the upper parts of my thighs now. My legs trembled, the sensation almost too much to sit still through. And then there was a warmth, like a tide washing over me.

“There you go,” Alisha soothed. “Feel that.”

I moaned appreciatively. It felt like the rising heat of an orgasm, but without the frantic need driving it.

Just… love or adoration or the feeling of being cherished– no. She was savoring me.

She teased me a little more, played with my breasts again, then her hand soothed my hair back and she kissed me tenderly before her fingers started to tease at the edges of my folds.

I relaxed open for her and she took the opportunity to slide in.

I gasped. She went slow, rubbing gently against my clit before sliding lower and then pushing her fingers in. 

My back started to arch, and she soothed my hair back again, planting a kiss against my lips.

“Just enjoy it,” she said.

Her fingers pressed, urging my body to respond.

I tried to do as told but my body was trembling before long, even as her fingers moved slowly inside me and my breathing quickened as the heat rose more.

She shifted, kissing my neck.

“Alisha,” I gasped as the need started to rise sharply.

She didn’t respond beyond burying her face into my neck.

Tears started to prick at my eyes. My entire body was on fire, my skin electrified and my heart rate frantic. I could hear the gentle movement of her hand against me now. Her fingers were still buried inside of me but now her palm also pressed against my clit area.

I cried out, not quite at orgasm but dangerously close.

My hands tugged at the bindings, trying to grab onto Alisha to ground myself but I couldn’t. Her weight shifted, pressing down on me a little more and she pushed me just a little further until I went over the edge.

My legs lifted instinctively and Alisha held one down. I whimpered more as the waves crashed through me. They wrung out every tension from every inch of my body so when I let go after, I just went limp, panting.

Alisha eased her fingers out of me, my body shuddering from the slick absence. 

“You’re a good kitten,” she said softly and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then my hands were freed. My shoulders ached at the sudden range of movement.

I sighed, feeling deeply relieved of everything.

Once my heart rate had calmed I shifted and Alisha started to pull me closer.

“Mnn,” I mumbled and rolled myself, pulling her down with me.

She froze, tense and startled as I shifted to be over her. “Kitten?” she questioned.

“Shh,” I hushed her. “Let me take care of you, too,” I said.

She flushed but didn’t fight, even spread her legs for me as I got my hips settled between them.

I kissed her lips first, as softly as I could. A free hand roamed under her shirt, sliding over her soft skin.

Then I pressed my forehead to hers. “You know you can say safe words too,” I reassured her. “Or just ask me to stop. I want you to be comfortable.”

She nodded, silent with a rare expression of uncertainty on her face..

I pressed my lips lower then, kissing at her jawline, following it down to her neck.

She held me as my mouth went lower. From her neck to her collarbone, then teasing at the hem of her shirt.

And then we were pulling her shirt off together and she guided my head back down to her skin, letting out another sigh as I started to trail more kisses down her cleavage.

“You’re such a sweet Kitten,” she whispered.

“You’re such a sweet Alisha,” I echoed, and gently pulled a nipple into my mouth, eliciting a quiet moan from her. 

“I don’t think anyone’s ever—” she was cut off by my mouth working at her flesh a little more. “--treated me quite like this,” she finished breathily.

I released her breast, trailing a little lower, gently sucking on the bottom ridge of her ribcage. Her fingers pushed through my hair, petting me.

“You deserve it,” I said softly, and planted another kiss against the inner curve of her hip. “All of it.” I started to pull gently at the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips so they slid away.

I set them down next to us before running my hands up her thighs. They spread again, welcoming my presence.

This time Alisha didn’t reach down to grab my hair as I pressed into her heat. Her hands balled up on the sheets as I explored with my tongue. I took my time, letting her build slowly, cherishing the way her body was lax around me. She let her head fall back as her chest rose and fell. 

I pressed a little more urgently, and her muscles started to tense around me.

“Kitten,” she gasped brokenly.

I hummed, letting her know I heard, but I didn’t stop. I sucked her clit into my mouth eliciting a low moan and she finally reached down to grab my hair.

“Please, Kitten,” she said.

I shifted and started to press my fingers to her entrance before pausing.

“Yes,” she reassured. “Please.”

I pushed in, the flesh so wet that there wasn’t any resistance. My hair was pulled a little, the fingers fisting in it more urgently. And then she cried out, limbs trembling, pulling my hair even tighter for a long moment as she locked up with the release. I pushed her through though and she started to calm before a second wave gripped her and she actually squirmed under me. This time I let her come down, hearing her panting and she stared at me somewhere between shock and disbelief before yanking me fully on top of her and holding me close and almost painfully tight.

I didn’t fight her, instead letting her continue to tremble against me. I had a feeling there were some tears involved and I let them pass. Simply existing for her.

“Sorry,” she said finally. Her voice was strained but controlled.  “I feel like I’ve been doing this a lot lately.”

“You’re healing,” I told her. “And it hurts.”

She nodded. “You’re healing, too,” she said.

I agreed with her. “The world really likes to kick you around though,” I said. “Or at least this business does.”

She soothed my hair back, contemplating again. Her eyes were their usual burnt gold in this light.

“I love you,” I told her and buried my face into her chest.

She kissed me and mumbled an “I love you, too,” in return.