I finish preparing breakfast, not much because I don't feel like cooking. So It's just black tea, cream on the side, bread, nutella and fruit. He walks up to me, wearing only his boxer shorts. He is hiding something behind his back.
"Take everything off, except for the panties and put this tie on, kitten."
"Yes, Sir."
I love it when Jasper wants to play early in the morning. his tone of voice leaves no doubt, he is in his Sir mode and the kitten in me rejoices.
I do as he says but I take my time doing it because I know how Sir likes to watch me undress. I tie the tie tight around my bare neck so I can just feel it against my skin, hugging my neck, the tie falling between my breasts. I leave my hear down.
"Come here, kitten, and take my boxers off."
When he is naked he grabs the tie and leads me to the table where I've spread everything for the breakfast. He sits down and pulls on the tie.
"You know where I want you, kitten."
I go under the table and settle on my knees between his legs, my hands are palm down on my thighs. The view is magnificent. His dick is not fully hard yet, and I love to watch him get hard. He pulls on the tie bringing my head right next to his dick. I lay my head on his right thigh and enjoy the view. He lets go of the tie and starts eating. I move my head closer, nuzzling against his dick, smelling his skin, feeling the softness of it. He moves his hand on my head and pets me, runs his fingers through my hair. I purr against him.
"My kitten was good last night. You deserve a treat this morning."
He brings his fingers to my lips and they are covered with nutella. I don't suck on them but slowly lick them clean like a good kitten. As I lick them he moves his fingers to the tip of his dick which is now completely hard, and, just like a kitten would do, when I'm done cleaning his fingers I continue licking and move from his fingers to his dick.
I cover his dick in small licks from the tip all the way to the base. I give his balls long, slow, wet licks. His fingers are back in my hair gripping it gently, but not guiding my head yet.
"Are you hungry, kitten? Sucking my dick and swallowing my cum last night wasn't enough? You are a dick-hungry, kitten, aren't you? What would your friends say if they were to find out how you beg for my cock and my cum?"
I just purr more and nuzzle against his balls. His voice and his words get me wet every time.
His other hand grabs the tie and pulls. That is my cue. I let him lead my mouth to the tip of his dick, give it one last long lick, gathering precum and then put it in my mouth. I suck on it, twirl my tongue around and then start taking him deeper and deeper. I love the feel of his dick in my mouth, so hard and warm. He tightens the grip on my hair and uses the tie as reins to guide my movements. I purr. I love it when he takes over. He makes me take him deeper and deeper. He hits the back of my throat and I moan.
"You are a good pet, kitten. Your mouth is perfect to put my dick in. Perfect for fucking, and you love that, don't you kitten?"
I want to say "Yes, Sir," but all I can do is mumble something and purr.
"I think kitten deserves her reward."
He releases my hair and pulls my head off his dick. He pulls on the tie so I stand up, turns me around and tells me to bend over, forearms on the table. He moves the tie so it is down my back. He leaves but is back soon carrying a small bowl with cream in it, he places it on the table in front of me.
"Here you go kitten, your reward. But be careful not to spill any. If you do you'll have to clean it."
When I start to lap at the smooth, cold, sweet cream he lowers my wet panties. He caresses my ass, spreads the cheeks and blows on the wetness between my legs. Without a warning he is inside me, pumping. With one hand he is holding onto my hip while with the other he holds the tie, pulling every now and then. Every time he pushes into me he pulls on the tie and I can hardly keep my eyes open. I am so very close to cumming already that I lose focus and stop lapping at the cream.
"Don't you like your reward, kitten? You do know that if you stop eating the cream I'll stop fucking you, don't you?" he says in a firm, commanding voice.
I start eating cream again, I'm sloppy and it is all over my face and on the table.
"My little cream-hungry kitten. Yes, MY kitten. Yes, you can cum, my kitten."
His words are enough, knowing I'm his and that he's allowing me to cum is enough to send me over the edge. As I cum I can feel him lose rhythm and cum inside my pussy. He leans over me while we both try to catch our breaths. He sits down in the chair behind me, no doubt looking at my dripping pussy.
"Hmmmmm, kitten. You did very good, but you were sloppy. Finish your cream and clean the table."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
I finish the cream from the bowl and lick the table clean. When I'm finished I sit in his lap, curled up, while he gently strokes my back. I'm sleepy, my eyes are closing. I feel his fingers under my chin, lifting my head up. He kisses me softly, chastely on the lips.
"Thank you, Bella."
It is good to be a good kitten.