Kitten!Reader & owner/daddy!Titus…?
anomalistic behaviors…?,obvious daddy kink, 18+, MDNI
you love prancing around Titus’ big ass mansion in your tiny little skirts and dresses. love how he constantly will slap your ass, or give you a small comment on how ‘cute’ you look.
your favorite one is lacey black mini skirt and matching tank top. Walking around with your butt cheeks hanging out and boobs on display. He knows it’s only because you’re desperate for his attention. Especially on days like today when he’s sitting in his office for the past gazillion hours.
you’re pacing. Walking in front of his open doorway once, calculating how long to wait then passing by again in the opposite direction after a few minutes, then again, and again, and again, until he finally notices you.
“what?” He sounds more annoyed than anything. Setting his papers in his hand down on his desk as he slips his readers back up his nose, and watches as you peak from the doorframe. Standing in the threshold with utter happiness.
You just dash him a smile and give a piqued expression “Hmm? D’ya need something, daddy?”
he’s scoffing and shaking his head, you take that as your invitation because he leans back in his chair. “why’re you pacing back in forth? Hmm? You tryna get my attention?”
you step forward, inching closer to his desk and keeping a gaze on him for any signs of disapproval and when your met with none? You pursue your actions of sitting in his lap and curling up into him with a nod and small frown.
“speak.” It’s a command rather than a request. That’s normal from him though.
“yes…” you’re all shy and trying to hide that your desperate for even a sliver of his attention. Which your getting much of with his hands holding firmly against your hips and dipping a little lower to the hem of your mini skirt to try and find where you want him to touch
“S’that so? You just wanted daddy’s attention?”
You nod again but quickly remember to use your words “yes… just so… bored.” That was fair. You always stayed bored when he was working. Didn’t have your main source of entertainment.
“mm, good girl. Using your words for me.”
The praise is so good. Like a sign of comfort and understanding. He knows what it does to you. You know he gets off on it. It’s a win-win situation. You’re all giggles and slight blushes as your perched on his lap, it’s adorable.
“yeah… you been so good all day. Haven’t you?” It feels like a test when he asks this… you nod cautiously as you look at him and to your surprise he’s smiling a little and patting your head.
“Been quiet, and not in the way while i try to work… you want something down you, little kitty?”
You nod immediately because the both of you know what you want. Just waiting for him to answer your pleas of mindless circles your hips move in over his lap, and the way your lip is being bitten every time you get slightly close to reaching a relief. But it never comes because you need his assistance. Need him to be so kind to you and offer you his attention to you. Your in dyer need of some attention.
“yeah… you want a present for being good, don’t ya? Huh?”
You nod and let out a small whiney “yes” and he’s just playing in your face with his mocking tone “YeSuhh” it’s high pitched and more whiny than you were. You pout in response and he chuckles getting a kick out of it.
“awh don’t do that t’me, kitty. M’just tryna have a laugh… ugh fine.” No warning, nothing. As he glides his fingers of your slick and soft lips. Two fingers as usual. He doesn’t ’work you up’ he gets straight to it. He’s always using two just because he needs to stretch you out. You’re always soo loud and pleading when he gets his thick cock in you.
Sliding his fingers over your lips to coat them before he slips them into your cunt. All smiles as he watches the pure horror on your face. You went from pleas and small smiles to squeezed closed eyes, head tilted back, and a tight ass grip on his shoulder as you try and adjust to his fingers, you’re quick to it though. Wrapping around him and clenching over him like there’s no tomorrow.
“you wanna cum?”
You nod very subtly and he can tell you’re not paying him much attention which makes him growl a little, and push the pad of his thumb down on your clit to cause you to lift your head and look at him now. All red cheeked and frowning.
“Huh? You wanna cum, don’t you? Yeah? You gotta do me a favor though.”
Of course he’s using leverage on you. Of course. It’s classic Titus. It’s be a surprise if this wasn’t to ever happen. You nod and let out a small hum of a “ya…?” Hoping hell take it as an answer, and he does.
“i keep this.”
He’s talking about your skirt isn’t he? Yeah. He is. Always. He’s probably got a whole drawer full of your used and abused panties mixed in with some bras & maybe one of your lip glosses he loves the tastes of. It’s not like they’re going anywhere so why does he bother keeping them? Secret collection, that’s not really so secret? Gets himself off when you’re not home? Most likely. Or maybe he’s gonna do something special with them? You don’t know. You think it’s slightly weird but hold a stronger opinion of thinking it’s cute. At least he has a passion. That’s why you always agree.
Nodding and biting your lip “yes, sir. All yours.”
He’s got a wide smile then he’s shutting up as he curls his fingers in you, and pushes his thumb down more, wiggling in circles to get you to cum.
Once you do he’s got a giddy expression as he looks down and watches the white goo seep from your reddened pussy, and wet cunt. Mixing juices and he’s getting a big fat handful of it, brings it to his mouth and licking all over. He knew how sick it was and yet still let out an “mmm” as if tasting a divine gift.
