Loathe to Love Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Loathe to Love Ch. 05

... originally thought, it would be the instrument of my demise. Direct, forceful resistance was myonly option in the face of such a blatant threat.

But...if the past few weeks had taught me anything, it was not to trust that destructive girl when it came to Natalia. Whenever I'd gone with my gut reactions, they'd led me to make an absolute mess of things. Who was to say this time was any different?

After a deep breath or two, I was able to release my death grip on the armrests of my chair. A glance upward revealed Natalia studying me carefully. Guilt and unease crept into her expression.

"I won't push too hard," she assured me softly. "Promise."

I squeezed my eyes shut. A moment later, the new, obedient Penelope I'd promised myself to become opened them again. "Yes, ma'am."

She smiled. "Good girl."

Obedient Penelope or not, her warm approval remained enough to make me melt. A pleasant quiver worked its way down from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. How onearth was she capable of affecting me so much with just two words?

Lost in the pleasant feeling, I hardly noticed as she came over to me and reached out a hand toward me. And then she started scratching the nape of my neck, and Idefinitely noticed that. A low whine in my throat combined with my next gasp, turning it into a whimpering mewl as I pushed back into her touch.

My worries dissipated in that moment, if only temporarily. There was no way I could experience this and conclude I'd ...

... made the wrong choice in asking for more of it.

"Up, little kitten. Time for breakfast."

Her hand remained on my neck as I stood, and acted as a leash or lead of sorts as we walked to the parlor together. It was a comforting presence, helping me keep my head bowed and my mind placid.

Once we arrived, she sat me in her lap and, much to my delight, hand-fed me my breakfast. I leaned back into her chest and snapped up bites from between her fingers with vim. The assorted scones and berries were delicious, yes, but I mainly wanted to prove myself an eager and attentive partner in our intimate dance. Natalia caught on to my habit of lunging for bites relatively quickly and started holding them just outside of my reach for a moment. If asked, she probably would have said she was teaching me patience. But we both knew it was actually just aterribly unfair form of teasing--the cheeky smile on her face when I turned and pouted at her proved as much.

I started straining my neck and leaning forward to try and reach her fingers with my lips earlier. She wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me closer. I started letting out indignant whines and huffs for each delayed morsel. She tutted, hushed me, and said I was "such a fussy kitten." I saw no reason to deny it.

When the last berry was dangled before me and then finally offered, I took Natalia's fingers in my mouth and suckled. She chuckled and kissed me on the forehead, then shifted our chair away from the table so a warm ...