"Why haven't you done anything to her?" An angry voice pierces to my head and I groan, shivering from the slightly chilly air in the room and trying to snuggle closer into whatever was warm and fuzzy underneath me.
"Because, father, she is my Kitten, not yours, and as such I want her to be ready before I fück her senseless." Another voice says calmly beside me, a warm hand coming down to stroke my hair gently.
I smile and sigh contently, warmth flooding into my body as I lean into the hand, my head hitting something else as his words come crashing down into my now conscious mind, registering the meaning behind his simple words.
Quickly I bolt upright, batting the hand away from me and glaring at Dorian.
"What did you say?" I hiss out, placing my hands on my bare hips as I stare at him in outrage.
"You hear me Kitten. You are mine now and since you are mine I will do what ever I want with you and you will do what I say." He says lazily from the couch that he sat on, realizing that I had been snugged up to him on that same couch.
My glare deepens as I look at him, a jingle from around my neck bringing me out of my hatred as I catch my reflection in the mirror.
My eyes widen and a look of horror passes over me as I stare at my body in the full length mirror.
I was in a skimpy outfit made of faux white fur, knowing that Dorian created animal friendly products like my father, a faux leather collar with diamonds and a silver bell around my neck, the clasp seeming like it needed a pass code to unlock it and a white bow seemed to be attached to said clasp.
"What am I wearing!" I exclaim angrily, glaring at Dorian. The top was an off the shoulder top that only covered my breast and an inch below it.
I could feel the built in push up bra as I turn to stare at the person who stared back at me in the mirror, the bottoms was no more then the shorts that a cheerleader would wear under their skirts, short and clingy, but still made of the same faux fur.
To top the outfit off, cat ears and a cat tail, with the same bow as the collar, made of the same material as the top and bottoms were attached to my body and I remembered them from his Halloween line.
They were robotic and completely waterproof, a new invention called DNA straps attach themselves to the wearer with out any pain and moved according to the wearer's mood, making them a neko if they wanted. The only down side was that whoever put them on could only take it off, and I know didn't put it on at all.
"Well," He begins, getting up and pulling me by the collar so that I was pressed firmly against his body.
"My favorite pets are cats and since you are my new pet, I dressed you up as a little kitten, my Kitten." He finishes, his voice deep and husky, the tone dark and seductive as the warmth of it brushes against my face.
His hands move against my body briefly, one stopping at the small of my back, pressing me closer into him, the other capturing my chin as his lips find mine, kissing me gently.
I was shocked at how gentle he was being, not what I expected from a perverted person like him, and I push away from him, stumbling over something soft as I land on an exotic pet bed, made for something like a tiger or a lion, ungracefully.
"Excuse me father but it seems I have to teach Aime here her place." My captor says, his voice deprived of emotions as he stalks towards me, fear washing over my body as the only thing I can find in his eyes was a deep sense of lust.
"Alright, just don't break her like the others. I spent more money on her because of her rare hair colour and because I know how you like a girl with a small body who is still a virgin." I couldn't believe what I heard, the fact that I was nothing more then a toy, the fact that there were others before me, or the fact that they knew I was still a virgin.
"W-what does he mean by o-others?" I meant to ask this confidently, but my voice wavered in a soft whimper, a grin spreading across his face.
"I had three little kittens before you, each of them became a little broken with how I wanted them to act so I sold them." he says nonchalantly as I back away from him, cursing silently when my back hits a wall.
Dorian continues his advance, kneeling on the edge of the pet bed as he grabs my legs, pulling me against him so that he was between my legs, the little fabric between us doing nothing to hide his erection that was pressed against my core.
"Now Kitten, lets play!"