Especially what came after

Emi was red faced and swaying when they made it to his apartment door. Part of it was the red wine she'd slurped from her bowl at the restaurant, the other was her being impossibly turned on. Michael didn't do any better; his pants were straining against a hard-on as he fumbled around his keys. A couple of way-too-long seconds later, the door opened with a click, and he pushed himself in.

He impatiently threw his keys on the tray next to the door and took off his jacket before throwing it into a corner. Then he turned and made space for Emi behind him. She hadn't followed him, though; instead, she still stood before the door, her face flushed and excited while her hands gripped the hem of her skirt. As she saw that he'd turned around, she deliberately shimmied out of it, exposing her bare lower body. A moment later, her flowy white top also came off, and just like that, she was standing entirely naked in the hallway, her clothes discarded messily on the ground.

She dropped to her knees, like a puppet that suddenly had its strings cut. Succeeding in appearing somewhat elegant despite the abrupt motion. Michael stared open-mouthed as she padded over to her clothes on all fours, picked them up with her mouth, and then made her way to the door.

Inside, she placed them on the ground and returned to a kneeling position. With expectant eyes and a slowing wagging tail, she looked up to him and let out a proud 'miaow'.

"Good girl.", he managed through his surprise and patted her head, which provoked another satisfied miao followed by purring. They remained like that for a few moments as Michael rebooted his stunlocked and slightly drunk mind, then finally, he figured out what was going on.

"Does Kitten want to only be kitten for tonight?", he asked Emi, who pressed her head into his hand. She answered with a strongly affirmative miao and grinned.

"What a good girl.", he praised again, before turning to the commode next to the door. From inside a drawer, he produced a leash he'd placed there almost a week ago. Emi immediately understood his intention and straightened up to present her neck and collar to him. With a quiet click, he leashed her and began leading her into the living room.

"Pretty little kitten, what did you have in mind?", he asked with a grin, knowing that her answer would just be a cheeky miaow.

A look at the clock on the wall told him it was barely 8.30 pm, though the sun had already set and the whole apartment was coated in twilight. For a moment, he struggled to think of an idea of what to do now. Something he was coming to be very familiar with as the proud owner of a cat girl who loved to put him on the spot with horny expectations.

Then he shook his head with a stupid grin. He was being stupid; there was no need to really think much about it. All there was to do was relax and spend a nice, normal evening with his girlfriend turned pet. Or maybe it was pet turned girlfriend? Pet girlfriend? The line was kind of blurry there.

So instead of worrying he beelined for the bedroom to get a comfy change of clothes. Emi followed dutifully, though, as she was still on her leash, she didn't really have much choice there.

"You good with watching a movie and fooling around?", he asked her while taking off his pants. She smiled, kneeling near the door and miaowed affirmatively. Like the good girl she was, she waited patiently for him to get changed before letting herself be led back to the couch and curling up next to him. Her head was naturally on his lap, enjoying the mandatory pats as he looked through the streaming options.

A few times he prodded her and asked for an opinion on a movie, to which she either flicked her ears mindlessly or let out an annoyed hiss. It seemed like she really didn't want to have any input right now.

So, after finally settling on a movie and putting it on, he pulled gently on her leash to make her rise from his lap. Ever obedient, and probably looking forward to it, she complied easily and crawled down from the couch when he pointed to a spot on the ground.

Once she kneeled there, her eyes full of anticipation, he gently cupped her cheek.

"Ok kitten, here is what we are doing now.", he began, and he could visibly see her turning aroused at his commanding tone. "I'm watching this movie and you will pleasure me while I do. If you do a good job at it, I will fuck you after it. And if you are a really good girl, I will let you cum after dinner.", he paused and waited for her to confirm she followed.

"If, however, I am not satisfied with you in any way, I will be edging you. Every evening and every day for a whole week, without ever letting you cum. And then after one week, I will let you have another chance to earn your release. Until you learn to be a good girl for me.

Understood?"

Emi seemed lost for a moment, her lips slightly parted and gaze glazed over. Then her focus returned from her daydreaming to him, and she firmly nodded, excitement and lust written all across her flushed cheeks and perspiring body.

"Good.", he stood up and took off his sweat pants and underwear. The moment he sat down again, the cat girl shuffled forwards, crossed her hands behind her back and almost appeared to inhale his half-hard cock into her mouth.

"Good girl.", he stroked her hair and then gripped behind her head to pull her fully onto his rapidly hardening cock. Her throat posed no barrier at all, immediately parting and enveloping his cock as she performed a happy purr that reverberated up his whole body.

"I don't want to cum too soon.", he told her as he kept her down. "You will be my cock warmer for this movie. As much as possible, I want to stay inside your throat."

Emi did not answer, but as he released his hand from the back of her head, she stayed where she was and only slightly bobbed her head up and down to provide additional stimulation. It felt like heaven on earth, feeling her warm and tight throat clenching around him as he refocused his attention to the movie.

And that was how he spent the next hour, with Emi struggling to keep his cock down her throat for as long as possible before coming up for a few shallow strokes to catch her breath. It was obviously taxing on her, and judging by the faint red shade her face had taken, she was pushing herself hard to be good for him.

At that point, he started to feel sorry for her and gently grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her back a little. The poor girl had gotten so into it that she struggled for a moment before letting herself be pulled off his dick. A few laboured breaths around his hard cock that was still halfway in her mouth were followed by questioning eyes.

"Take a few good breaths.", he instructed, and after she did he smiled softly.

"I'll cum down your throat now. This will be your last chance to breathe until I do. So, tell me once you are ready."

Some apprehension entered her eyes, but she did as she was told and controlled her breath until it equalised. Then she nodded at him with determination. He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

"On second thought. I'd rather fuck you.", he pulled himself out of her mouth and then leaned down to scoop her up and onto the couch.

"On all-fours, head down, ass up.", he ordered, and she scurried to obey. Her slit was glistening with her wetness, puffy and needy as he angled himself towards her. Then he slowly penetrated her. A long, drawn-out moan escaped Emi, her breathing immediately spiking as he started slowly pistoning in and out of her wet pussy.

"Good girl.", he groaned through gritted teeth. "You are my good girl."

And then he just started hammering into her. Moans erupted and fused into each other as he picked up his pace and felt himself come closer and closer to finishing.

"M-master, can I cum?", Emi suddenly blurted out, her voice muffled from her head being squished into the upholstery.

"Did I allow you to speak?", Michael asked in exchange, not stopping even as her moans became more and more ****.

"M-mioaw~", she moaned out instead, her body sizing up as she desperately tried not to cum without permission. He hesitated for a moment.

"Don't cum.", he ordered, even as he started to spill his cum into her. Emi had turned fully rigid, her moans still high-pitched but suppressed as the pet girl tried desperately to keep her body under control.

He pumped into her another few times before collapsing on top of her. Emi's body remained tensed for another few moments before she relaxed as well.

"Ha-.... did you?", he asked after another minute of catching his breath.

"Miaw....", Emi shook her head and let out an annoyed sound.

"Good girl.", he pat her head, even as he felt her petulantly turn her head away from him.

"Don't worry, you have more than earned yourself a treat."