Cat and Mouse

Chapter Two: Mouse Trapped


This guy was crazy. He needed to be locked up in an asylum and tied down with a straitjacket. I was pretty sure he had not one ounce of sanity. Not only did he appear in my bed naked, he had cat ears, and they were real. Ok, maybe I was the one who belonged in the sanatorium. Clearly, I was imagining things. Maybe I shouldn't have had that last bag of Cheetos.

"This must be a dream," I laughed like a maniac. I was on the brink of losing my mind. I closed my eyes tightly for a few seconds then reopened them. He was still there with his cat ears twitching. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."

He smiled haughtily and gave me a flirtatious wink. "Like what you see?" He chuckled when the blood rushed to my cheeks. "I know I'm beautiful, but you don't have to drool."

I quickly wiped my mouth before pointing an accusing finger at him. "What did you do to the cat?"

"I think you and I both know the answer to that." He shifted positions on the bed and lied on his side with his elbow propped up, and he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. With the sudden movement, the bed sheets lowered precariously close to his manhood. I willed myself not to look, but my nervousness made me stare blatantly in that general area. "Are you curious?" He questioned seductively. His violet eyes mocked me but held a glint of unsatisfied hunger. "Do you want to see?" He reached for the blanket.

"No! No, no, no!" I shielded my eyes from the ghastly sight. "I'd prefer if you didn't show me!"

He chuckled at my unwillingness. I must've seemed like a little girl, innocent and ignorant. This was like that time I ran into the bathroom and saw my father naked, except that was an accident. This was bordering on sexual harassment.

"I assume you've never been with a man?" His eyes flickered with amusement, and he looked at me like I was a new chew toy. I was something new to play with.

"I-I have! It just never got to that point!" I stuttered. I couldn't bring myself to say the dreaded s-word. Maybe I really was just a kid.

"What point? You mean sex?" He teased, clearly enjoying himself.

I flinched at the mention of that lewd word, but I persisted. "Yes. Anyway, I think it'd be best if you put some clothes on!" I went to my dresser and rummaged through my clothes, looking for the largest one that would fit him. I found my Harvard sweatshirt, which was so big that it came down to my knees. In my underwear drawer, I found a pair of pajama boxers that hadn't been used yet. "Here, put these on!" I chucked the clothes at him before turning around, giving him some privacy.

"As you wish." He chuckled lightly to himself. "You know, you can look if you'd like. I have nothing to hide," He murmured huskily. He was teasing me again.

"No thank you!"

I heard the rustling of clothes, but I tried to focus my attention on the wall. There was no use in being curious. My face was flushed, and the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter.

"Done!" He chimed.

I turned around and gasped. My eyes traced his long legs all the way up to his torso, where the sweatshirt clung tightly to his body and accentuated every ripple of toned muscle. He emitted hormones like an aphrodisiac, and I felt my body tense and heat up. He was the epitome of sexual desire, and women probably fell to their knees and begged to be taken. Who was this godlike creature?

"You finished?" He smirked pompously. It was obvious that he knew what his looks did to women. He had all of them wrapped around his finger. I wasn't going to give in so easily.

I took a seat in the chair near the wall furthest from him. It was just a precaution. "So, what is all this nonsense about me being your master?" Back to the matter at hand, I needed to know why karma was punishing me. Maybe it was because I broke all those plates during my shift at work?

"Ah, yes. You see this?" He pointed to the padlock attached to the collar chained around his neck. I nodded. "This little bastard is my shackle. It's my punishment from breaking the rules, and it keeps me from causing more trouble. There is only one key that can unlock it." He pointed to my bracelet. "And you have it."

"I don't understand. Why would you need the charm on my bracelet? It's just a family heirloom, nothing special." Actually, the bracelet was very important since it belonged to my beloved late mother. However, undermining its importance would probably prevent him from taking it.

"Don't worry, I can't take it," He assured me. He must've read my mind. "In fact, only you have the power to give it to me. That's part of the punishment, too."

"What is this punishment you speak of?" All this talk of punishments had me worried. What if this guy really was a lunatic?

"I can't tell you, but I will say it isn't what you think."

I let out a sigh of relief but kept on my toes. Ok, so maybe he didn't kill anyone, but that still didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. "How do I know you're not lying?" I asked warily. I needed solid proof.

He gestured me to come closer, and reluctantly I got up and walked over. I stopped just a few feet away from him. "Show me your hand." I complied and extended the hand with the bracelet. When his fingers grazed the metal, an electric shock surged through his veins, and he winced in pain. He quickly let go and licked his injured hand. "See? I can't take it."

His fingertips were singed bright red, and some skin started to peel. Feeling guilty, I went over to my cupboards and reached for the first-aid kit. He sat patiently on my bed, as I applied ointment and band-aids to his fingers. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize. Thank you, by the way." He smiled sincerely. His eyes glowed with appreciation, and I felt my heart skip a beat. That was the first time I ever saw such a beautiful smile.

"Ok, so you need the key to set yourself free, but only I can give it to you. What if I don't want to?" In reality, I still didn't trust the guy, and I wasn't going to give up my precious family heirloom so willingly.

"Then, I need to convince you. I'll do whatever you want, free of charge. I'm at your beck and call until you're willing to hand it over."

I held the bracelet close to my chest. "And what if I don't want your services?" I challenged him.

"I'll offer them, anyway," He retorted defiantly. "I will please you whether you want it or not."

I was getting nervous, especially since his eyes burned with desire and his smirk mocked my disinclination. The way his hungry gaze roamed over my body sent shivers down my spine. His mere presence made the temperature of the room go up tenfold. He was definitely a force to be reckoned with, the devil in disguise here to fuel my sexual desire and bring me to hell.

"If you were a cat, how is it even remotely possible that you turned into a human? Well, mostly human?" I wasn't the superstitious type, but I remembered the legend about the cat. Bad luck.

"I can shift back and forth between the two forms. It's like a defense mechanism, but it has become troublesome since my human form doesn't alter completely." He twitched his ears to emphasize his point. "Ultimately, I stay in my cat form to avoid any dilemmas."

How difficult, being trapped in a cat's body. It must've been very frustrating, especially since he couldn't go out in public in his human form. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Why didn't you just stay as a cat? Why did you turn human in front of me?" My life was much easier not knowing that the stray cat I let into my house could turn into a sex-godlike human. Karma liked to watch me struggle.

"Well, I think the answer is obvious. If I wasn't in my human form, we wouldn't be able to communicate, since I can't talk when I'm a cat. Would you prefer that I change back?" He was teasing me again with his playful smirk. He knew that his eroticism could be used to his benefit.

"No, it'd be easier if I could talk to you properly. Ok, one more question: why me?" No seriously, why did it have to be me out of the hundreds of other people roaming around in the city? Surely, there were other women willing to give up their chastity to be with him.

"Honestly, I don't know. But, you are the owner of the key, so you are my master." He bowed graciously like a servant to his queen. His navy locks brushed his flushed cheeks, and his violet orbs never broke away from mine.

"You don't even know my name," I complained.

"Then, please tell me your name, master," He cooed tenderly, like a submissive man to his dominant lover. His erotic, whispering voice sent passion pumping through my veins. Who was this man who could control my lust like a dial on a machine?

"Amu," I murmured embarrassedly.

"Amu?" He tested it out. I flinched at the sudden intimacy because he didn't attach an honorific. "Cute name. Now, shall we get going then?" He proceeded to take off the hoodie I gave him, revealing his chiseled body once more. He was about to pull down the boxers before I interrupted him.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Flustered, I tried my best to focus on something other than the beautiful, half naked boy in front of me.

"This is part of procedure. Think of it as a sort of ritual of initiation. If I am to be your servant, we must get to know each other thoroughly." The lust returned to his eyes, as he stared fervently at my body. Vulnerable, I felt like a mouse trapped in a corner, waiting to be served as the main course.

This man was going to eat me alive.


Author's Notes: Oh, damn, that's hot. Who knew Ikuto was so sensual and playful? Did you like it? What are your thoughts? Good? Bad? Tell me with a review! And don't forget to follow me on Facebook (link is in profile)!

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