Naughty & Nice (Merry Elf-Mas 2)

Chapter 6

Angel

I t was the end of another workday, and I was ready to come out of my skin. How people could work with kids and their asshole parents everyday I’d never understand. I had one lady today that had me open five different frames until she found one that had the right color green on the tree. They were all the exact same damn frame, but she was convinced the one she finally picked was greener.

The stupidity was rampant today, and it was only going to get worse. Of that, I was sure. As I changed out of my costume, I couldn’t suppress the growl that rumbled in my chest. I seriously needed some kitten time.

My mind needed to slip into that beautiful space of pure instinct. The place where I didn’t have to think or do anything for myself. There was just one huge, glaring problem for my plan. I didn’t have a master. It was hard to be a kitten when you didn’t have anyone to scratch your belly or give you fishy snacks. Damon could step in, but he’d been edgy, too. He could use some pup time.

Fuck, this sucked. I slammed my locker closed and pressed my forehead against the cool metal as my eyes drifted shut in defeat. For the one million nine thousand two hundred and seventy-sixth time, I cursed us not having a master.

Damon had brought up asking Rolly recently, but I was against it. Mixing business and pleasure was always a bad idea. Plus, him being our neighbor made things even more awkward. If we messed around and things went south, living here would be hell. I couldn’t imagine trying to mow the lawn with my ex glaring at me from across the lawn.

If I was honest, I was also scared of getting hurt again. Rolly might act like he was okay with my personality and even find it cute, but I’d been down this road before. The bastard who shall not be named had been the same way. He’d acted like he cared about me, only to be plotting to get rid of me. Just another man in my life whose standards I’d never meet.

I pulled my head back to smack it against the locker but was surprised when my forehead didn’t meet metal. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself looking at a large, calloused hand. “You shouldn’t do that, Kitten. You could hurt yourself.” Lifting my gaze, I found Rolly with his lips curled into a concerned frown. “What’s wrong?”

Had I somehow summoned him just by thinking of him like a genie or something? I got over my initial shock and took a step back. Being outside his orbit felt cold and empty. I wanted to bask in the sunbeam that was him, but my weary heart said no. “Nothing. Just exhausted from dealing with rugrats all day.”

That should throw him off my scent. Now if Damon would just hurry the fuck up with whatever boss thing he was doing so we could go home. If I couldn’t have kitten time, then maybe some hard and fast sex would get me out of this funk.

Rolly’s frown deepened as he closed the gap I’d created and grasped the back of my neck. “Tell me, Angel, when was the last time you got to be a kitten?”

Okay, could he read my thoughts or something? It was just too much of a coincidence that he knew just what I needed. Having that rough hand on my nape was doing things for me. The thought of Rolly pinning me to the bed by my neck as he wrecked my hole had my cock giving a hard kick.

You stay out of this, you little idiot. Ignoring my smaller head, I struggled to get the big one back online. “Um…Since Halloween, I think?”

Wait. Why the fuck was I answering him? Also, had it really been that long since I’d gotten to play? Shit, now he was kneading my neck, and it felt amazing.

“Poor Pineapple.” His voice was pitched low enough for only me to hear, and it was soothing, like a lullaby. “How about you come home with me, and we can play with Sunny?”

I was feeling so good I only heard half of what he said and nodded like a moron. The sound of the locker room door opening was like a bucket of cold water being dumped over my head. I came back to my senses and tried to pull away from Rolly’s bewitching hands. That sneaky bastard didn’t let me go. He slid his arm around my shoulders and tucked me into his side as he turned us to face whoever had come in. “Hi, Damon. We were just talking about you.”

Damon cocked his head like a confused puppy as his gaze roved over us. “You were?”

“Yes. Angel was just telling me how much he wanted the three of us to hang out together tonight. Maybe play around a bit.” This guy was slick. He’d tricked me with his wicked wiles and now was reeling in my dopey puppy with his silver tongue.

“Play?” I could picture Damon’s floppy ears perking up at the magic word. He had him hooked now. Damn it.

“Yeah.” I wanted to wipe the smug look off of Rolly’s face. “So, are you both ready to go?”

It was irritating how easily I’d been bamboozled by this guy just because I was hard up. One play session. I’d agree to one time, and then we were back to being just coworkers and neighbors.

Bustling in from the cold, I was hyper aware Rolly was entering with us. My nerves were already frayed to the limit and now I had this guy we barely knew in my space. I made a quick scan of the living room to make sure it didn’t look like a pigsty.

I was relieved to find the room as spotless as I’d left it. Having a former Army officer as a sperm donor had turned me into a neat freak. It was one of the very few good things that came out of my turbulent childhood.

My hat disappeared from my head, surprising me. I spun around to find Rolly grinning at me. Wasn’t his face hurting from all that ridiculous smiling? With gentle hands, he removed my scarf and coat. “There’s my kitten.”

He kissed the tip of my frozen nose and that snapped me out of my stupor. I hissed and took a halfhearted swipe at him. He dodged me with ease and hung my outerwear on the coat tree. A smartass remark was on the tip of my tongue, but it never passed my lips. Damon grabbed my arm and dragged me up the stairs. “We’ll be right down, Master. Make yourself comfortable.”

A deep, rumbling chuckle was his response as we disappeared from view. My head was spinning as Damon pulled us into our room and released my arm. I dropped onto the edge of the bed, trying to get my bearings.

We were going to do this. Rolly was going to be our Master, and I could be in my kitten space. My stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics floor routine and there was a real possibility I was going to be sick. Whether from nerves or something else, I couldn’t tell.

Damon dropped a bundle of metal and leather beside me with an expectant look. “Why are you just sitting there? Get changed. We can’t be up all night, so we need to get some good play time in.”

His clothes went flying everywhere as he stripped and then slipped on his jock with the attached tail. Seeing the cute little appendage sitting just above his ass crack made me long for the feel of my fluffy tail on my skin.

Fuck it . I didn’t want to think about it anymore. My clothes joined Damon’s as I stepped into my jock and put on my hood. Getting my paw braces was a pain in the ass, but with help from my teeth, I could get the strap down tight. My mind was floating in that happy place between reality and kitten space as we descended the stairs. As soon as my knees hit the floor, I’d drop right into full kitten mode.

I came up short when we stepped into the living room. Rolly had moved the coffee table against the wall near the fireplace and pushed the couch back to maximize the space. Our fluffy rug was cleared of any furniture and, sitting at the dead center, was Rolly. In his lap sat our toys that we’d forgotten the night we’d all met.

That damn smile that seemed permanently etched on his face widened when he noticed us. “You ready to play, boys?”

Damon gave a loud bark and dropped to all fours. His padded knees and hands clamored across the floor toward Rolly. The floppy ears of his hood swayed the whole way.

Being a kitten, I had much more decorum. With significant grace, I slid to my hands and knees. My mind slipped into my kitten space as I slinked my way over to the others. The silly dog was on his back, getting his belly rubbed. That was the problem with dogs. They gave up the goods too easily.

I stopped just within arm’s reach and plopped onto my butt. Feigning nonchalance, I groomed myself. Starting with my face, I peeked through my lashes to see if Master was paying me any attention. His hands were still stroking Sunny’s stomach, but his eyes were set on me. Good. I was the center of the universe, and he needed to know it.

Face now cleaned, I went down my front legs. Sunny had flipped over and was nosing at his toy. Master tossed it for him to fetch, but his eyes strayed from me for only a moment. Things were good so far. By now, most other masters had forgotten I even exist.

By showing interest in me, Master had earned a reward. I was a flexible little fucker and wanted to show off. Shifting my position a little, I brought my leg up so my knee was level with my nose. Master fumbled with Sunny’s toy as I licked a stripe up my calf. I was proud of myself for flustering him.

Done with my teasing, I strutted over and butted my head against his hand. He’d earned the privilege of petting my beautiful self.

“Oh, look at this handsome boy.” Master’s rough hand was featherlight as it stroked over my hooded head and down my back. It felt so nice after not being touched like this for so long. I arched into his touch before crawling into his lap.

I kneaded his thigh with my paws before settling down. I gave a contented mewl as I snuggled against his plush belly. He continued to rub my back as I floated along on a cozy wave of endorphins. Yeah, this is what I’d needed. No thinking about anything. Just enjoying the feel of Master’s hand on me as Sunny got out all that excess energy he always had.

Master was doing such a good job of tending to both of us. I could give him another prize. Rolling onto my back, I offered my belly. Unlike the goofy dog, my belly was precious and only those I deemed worthy could touch it.

The vibration from Master’s deep chuckle made my whole body tingle as he petted my tummy. “What an honor. You are a sweet boy.”

I chirped in response. Of course, I was a sweet boy. My standards are just very high, and I would never compromise.

Master’s strokes grew longer with each pass until his fingers brushed the edge of my jock. My cock, which had been lying dormant, didn’t miss this. I wondered what it would be like to have Master fuck me. I hadn’t been laid in a while. Maybe this was an opportunity to change that?