I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 24: (18+) A Hot Bath

TLDR at end ~~

When we arrived at the house, Alisha dismissed her guard and we were left alone.

Alisha then teasingly ran her hand down my back. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay? Then we can take a bath.” She gave me a brief but meaningful kiss on the lips, pulling me close.

I nodded after we parted, feeling a little dazed from the rush.

She went upstairs as I went into the bathroom and used the toilet. She had been teasing me today whenever she got the chance. So she probably wanted to have sex. This reminder tugged at my insides as I washed my hands. I was already flushed just thinking about it and put my hands down on the counter to help steady myself. I couldn’t put the carriage before the horse. The wetness between my legs also meant I was going to stink down there so I should get myself cleaned up. I also checked my nails to make sure they were short. If I cut them now, the edges would be rough and less than ideal if I was going to touch her somewhere sensitive. But I had been keeping them trimmed back to avoid any painful breakage so they were all of good length. I cleaned out from under them though. Alisha came back while I was still running my fingers through my hair to make sure everything was in place.

“Would you like a bath, Kitten?” she asked. She was wrapped in a robe and smelled like soap.

“Y-yeah,” I agreed.

She gave me a pet on her way to the bathtub and kneeled to close the drain and start the water.

I watched with a rising need inside me already and hurriedly looked back in the mirror and moved the final strand of hair back into a neat part and tore my eyes away to see Alisha watching me with a few fingers dipped into the water’s surface.

“Would you like some bath salt?” she asked.

“Oh, sure,” I said and crouched to look in the drawer I had found it in before. “Is there one you like?” I asked.

“I liked the blue one,” she said. Her eyes hadn’t left me the entire time as I dug out the jar with the blue salt and handed it to her.

She added some to the water and the room got that fruity smell again.

I approached her quietly to be next to the bath and put my hand in to test the temperature.

Alisha’s hand withdrew and I felt it brush against my hair lightly before she pushed it behind my ear. “Is it a good temp?” she asked softly.

I nodded and swallowed. Her touch was gentle but my reaction to it was less so.

Her hand trailed from my ear down to my waist, gently touching my torso here and there on the way down.

“Are you going to get in the water fully dressed?” she teased and pushed the waistband of my jeans down until it gave way and slid down. I got closer to her and leaned my head against her shoulder as I helped her push them down and off of me before kicking them away. Her hand trailed along my thigh then and she left a few kisses along the curve of my neck.

My heart was starting to race and with a bit of quivering I reached down to grab the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off.

The water level had risen to a good height and Alisha turned it off, just to adjust the settings so some of the bubble jets were on. She then offered me a hand to step in the tub which I gladly took as I wasn’t positive how much I could trust my balance at the moment.

I sank into the water, flushed from the hot steam that was already permeating the air, and closed my eyes a moment to let the warmth seep into my bones, hoping it might help soothe the jitteriness, but it wasn’t doing as much as I might’ve hoped.

Alisha stepped over the edge of the tub a moment later and then lowered herself right next to me, not hesitating to wrap an arm around me and pull me close.

“Alisha…” I mumbled uncertainly. She wasn’t always so touchy feely but she quieted me down with a long kiss.

I melted a little, enjoying the way her tongue was asking for entry against my lips and as soon as I allowed her in, she took the opportunity to explore deeply. I huffed, finding it hard to breathe between the steam and the new bubbliness starting to fill me. I broke our kiss a moment later to pant, Alisha simply moved on to my neck and then my collarbone.

“I like it when you’re affectionate,” I said. “But you’re making me a little…” It was still a little shameful to admit I really liked her in a sexual way. One of her hands found my breast unprotected in the water.

“Is that bad?” she murmured.

“N–no, I just–” but I couldn’t form the complete sentence. She nipped at me and shifted in the water.

There was a tug at my waist and I let her guide me to sit on her thighs.

The heat got worse as I straddled her lap and her hands wandered around my waist.

“I don’t hear you asking me to stop,” she said. She waited after for my answer.

“I didn’t say–” I swallowed, “--say I wanted you to.”

She smiled, “that's what I thought.” Her lips began attacking my skin again, anything she could reach, which ended up being my mouth, my neck, my collar bone, then my chest.

I fought the urge to claw at her as she finally reached my nipple and sucked the sensitive point into her mouth.

My back arched a little, wanting to mash my entire body against her to get more of whatever drug she was filling me with.  It felt good like I couldn’t get any other way.

A soft moan escaped me, the first of the night and she paused. “You’re a good kitten, you know that?”

I nodded, my brain struggling to process her words over the torrent of sensations in my body.

The water was still hot, and Alisha had turned some of the bubbles on so there was a constant hum and vibration against my skin.

She went back to kissing me and her hand traveled lower from my waist, to my ass, carressing my curve there. Her fingertips trailed along my lower spine then between–

“No–no,” I panicked. 

She froze.

“Not- not that one,” I managed.

She very slowly pulled her hand away, much to my relief.

“Are you okay, Kitty?” she asked.

I nodded. “Sorry, I just… don’t want anything going in my butt,” I explained.

She gave me a few gentle kisses to soothe me. “Okay,” she agreed.

I slowly let the hormones take over again, She repeated the process of getting me warmed up but she did it in such a luxuriant way. She took the time to explore my mouth, letting her tongue slide between my teeth, even letting me bite at it here and there and when I was so bold as to return the favor, she sucked on mine like it was candy, keeping us locked together. She nuzzled into my neck again, kissing and nipping at the soft skin and then returned to my breast. She had her eyes closed as she pulled it into her mouth. I savored the feeling of her soft tongue against my flesh.

Then she used both her hands to gently guide me more flush against her. Sitting like this I was above her but in a way that gave me even less control. I didn’t know what she was doing. Her hand was on my thigh, applying just enough pressure that I didn't try to settle into a more relaxed position.

A few seconds later, I gasped as a sensation fluttered against my inner thighs. She was exploring still, feeling blindly at my groin until her fingers made solid contact.

My heart thudded, in part from how hot the water was. Admittedly, the heat was intense enough it was making me feel a bit light headed to begin with, but with her hand where it was…

I leaned my head down against her neck, supporting some of my weight against the tub behind her, and some from my chest pressing into hers. Her breasts were soft, especially when I was feeling them on my own.

“Is it too much Kitten?” she asked softly. “Are you faint?”

I shook my head. “Not yet.” My body was shaking again and I was more breathless than I realized. "Please continue,” I managed. I didn’t want to have to stop because my body couldn’t keep up, that would be torture.

“Okay, just let me know if you need to stop,” she kissed my ear gently before changing her focus again.

Her hand pressed between my legs, cupping my vulva area. I squirmed encouragingly and she slid two fingers into the folds.

I controlled my breathing to avoid moaning again until her fingers found my clit.

“Ah,” I gasped as she began exploring it. I wasn’t sure how well she could feel since the water rushing around us made it hard for me to keep track of her fingers but her gentle touches were quickly starting to build the now familiar pressure. “Nn,” I buried my face deeper into her neck as she got more confident and began to stroke me.

“It feels good?” she murmured.

I nodded, my words not trustworthy, especially since it was getting harder not to moan against her skin.

She quickened her pace, and I leaned against her more, my toes curling from the overwhelming stimulation. I was approaching a climax way faster than usual, probably because Alisha was being a bit rougher than usual. The water helped ease the friction but not in the same way my body’s natural lube did... or her saliva. My body shuddered and the sudden wave of pleasure started to rise. I gripped her tighter and she responded by focusing on one spot that sent much stronger waves and shivers into me.

I ground my teeth together, but broke out in a moan again. I was fully shaking, doing my best to support my weight but having a hard time focusing on anything other than the rush of pleasure.

Finally my insides spasmed and I cut my scream off by biting my own arm. The shaking didn’t stop for several seconds as she slowed her pace to a stop, leaving me still unsteady. Her hand withdrew and I finally slumped against her, trying to catch my breath. 

She pulled my head against her chest, stroking my hair soothingly as I came down.

The bath water hid any smells my body had produced, and assumably hers as well, though I hadn’t seen her trying to get off. My heart rate slowed but the pounding didn’t. I picked my head up to look at her face.

“Too hot?” Alisha asked, her eyes half-closed as she leaned her head back.

I nodded. I didn’t want to detach myself from her, but I also needed to cool off.

She let me go and I slid away, already missing her company. She stood, the water cascading off her as she did so. I tried to follow but my foot slipped on the tub floor and I just landed on the hard surface.

“It’s okay, Kitty, I’ll help you,” she said. She bent over to reach the drain.

Her ass swayed in the air, but this time she bent further and her cheeks parted, giving me the first peak I’d gotten at her sensitive parts. I flushed and averted my gaze to the rest of the room.

She pulled the drain and the water started to fall as she stood back upright and stepped out of the tub before turning and offering a hand to me.

I took it and she helped steady me as I stepped out of the hot water. The cool air immediately helped my brain clear up as I stepped down and Alisha began toweling me off, seeming to enjoy the view as she was thorough, rubbing down my arms and legs, and then cupped my breasts with the same damp cloth. She teased my legs apart to dry off between them but avoided the sensitive parts that were still calming down.

I felt flushed still, but also tired and wanting to curl up in the bed with her like we usually did.

She handed me a robe while pulling one on herself and headed upstairs. I followed after her, watching her hips move smoothly to take each step.

There was that familiar uncertain butterflies feeling as I watched her. I wanted more, in a way and in another, I wanted to just sleep in the afterglow.

When we reached the bed, my head had mostly cleared. Alisha disappeared into the walk-in closet as was her usual routine to get ready for bed and handed me a set of pajamas. She grabbed a soft cloth from her pile of night-things to start blotting some of the moisture from her hair.

I sat on the edge of the bed, pajamas still in hand.

She paused and looked over at me.

“What is it, Kitty?” she asked.

“You didn’t…”

She shrugged and turned her focus back to her hair. “I wanted you to feel good, and I did enjoy all the sounds you made, and the cute faces, too.”

I flushed again. “Can I pleasure you?” I asked.

This made her freeze, her hair still in her hand.

“I don’t have to,” I said hurriedly. “I just want to make sure you feel good, too.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I never have,” she explained with a very controlled tone.

“I’ll be gentle,” I offered. I had no experience but if I focused on using my tongue, which was soft, I shouldn’t hurt her at least.

She nodded and approached the bed. I felt the same awkwardness I had when she had first gotten my clothes off of me.

She still had the robe on so I untied the belt and slid it off of her shoulders. Her skin was still very warm from the bath and I couldn’t help but run my hand down her sides, where her body made that wonderful curve. I couldn’t tell why but she looked worried, a furrow in her brow again and as soon as I trailed my fingers toward her private area, thinking about taking a look, she took a sudden step back.

I froze, suddenly aware of the tension in her body.

“It's okay,” I said carefully. “If you're not ready.”

“I promise it's not you,” she said. There was a tremor in her voice I had never heard. “This is all me.” She turned away to go into the closet, grabbing her clothes on the way.

I swallowed down my own feelings. She didn’t want me to touch her like that, but why? If it was not wanting to have an orgasm, she wouldn’t have pleasured herself the other times, and if it was because she didn’t like me, she wouldn’t be pleasuring me quite so much.

I looked at my hands, where their shape was more rugged than I would want them to be. Of course she didn’t want these touching her sensitive areas. I looked away and started to get dressed, trying not to let the thoughts get to me. If only I could be more her type, then maybe we could have a more equal sexual relationship so she didn’t have to always be the one giving more than she received.

She came back, dressed in her pajamas and gave me some pets on her way to the other side of the bed where she climbed on.

“It’s not you,” she repeated from earlier.

I nodded, even if I didn’t fully believe her. 

“Are you sleepy at all?” she asked.

I nodded again and she frowned before shifting and laying down, then beckoned me over with her finger.

I listened and settled next to her in our usual sleeping position, sinking into the plush mattress as she laid the blankets over both of us.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

Her breathing continued to steadily rise and fall behind me until I picked my head up to try and look at her.

She pet me a few times until I put my head down. “I'm okay, Kitten,” she reassured. “Just tired.”

She pulled me closer and pressed her head against my back. Her breath warmed the back of my shirt as she did so.

“Okay,” I said, recognizing she didn't want to or couldn’t explain what went through her head but she did need comfort and if me being too touchy with her was triggering, I'd let her hold me instead, as much as I wanted to roll over and pull her closer. “Just know I'm here.”

She fell asleep a long while later and I stretched my arm to its limit to turn the reading lamp off without disrupting her.

“Thank you, Kippen,” she mumbled. I froze but she said nothing else and continued to be still.

It was difficult to sleep, my mind kept turning and trying to pick apart everything that had happened today, and even before today. I liked Alisha and I enjoyed my time here but there was still a nagging in the back of my head. I was making a mistake. Maybe even throwing my life away for a fleeting chance to find love. But there was nothing else I wanted right now. Alisha had called me her friend but in the same meal called me her partner. I wanted to be the latter but if I couldn't be there for her when her business got messy, I couldn't claim that label. And if I couldn’t even be there for her when something about us was an issue, could I even claim to be her friend?

I sighed and Alisha stirred behind me, again pulling me flush against her and shifting to rest her head on top of mine.

She was very sweet when no one was looking.

TLDR: Alisha and Kitten take a bath together. Alisha fingers Kitten's clit, Kitten orgasms, and then has to get out of the bath because she's overheating. Upon settling down in the bedroom, Kitten offers to 'pleasure' Alisha and Alisha initially accepts but upon being touched more sexually, decides to revoke consent and gets dressed instead. Kitten blames herself for this despite Alisha reassuring her it isn't her fault.