WHOOPEEEEEE...finally managed to write a chapter that could include the words cats in it...

LOVE you all...so sorry for delays in updating on both my stories...

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DON'T KNOW ABOUT THE CATS…

Cal sat quietly, listening to Gill moving around in the kitchen.

As much as he never liked, in fact avoided as much as possible, games that involved him giving up control of the situation – This was Gillian's game.

On some level she obviously needed to have the upper hand for a while, so he would let her – for a while…..

"You still here Cal?"

Her tone was light and frivolous. "I thought you would have got bored and gone by now…Oh! …I'm sorry…did I forget to unlock the handcuffs?"

As she rounded the chair he was on and stood in front of him her face was a picture of pure wickedness and innocence in a blended smile.

"Yeah, just a slight problem there luv, so if you mind"

Gill was taking a long slurp on the straw.

"Mmmmm…..Absolutely, of course…..Just give me a few minutes to finish this…."

She sat on the couch in front of him.

Cal could feel this cock, which had calmed a little while she was out of the room, start to throb painfully again as he studied her lips suctioning down on the straw again.

Gillian let her eyes drop, deliberately, to that area and then back up to his eyes.

"You seem to have a small – oops sorry, bad choice of adjectives You appear to have a ..growing problem there Cal, can I….help, at all?"

"Depends on how….helpful you want to be Dr. Foster"

"How 'helpful' do you need me to be…Dr. Lightman?"

"It would mean you having to relinquish that… oral grip on that slushie of yours"

Without breaking the eye contact Gill slowly placed the cup on the tale beside her.

"And then?"

"Well then you would need to move over here, much nearer to me"

As she started to get up she was stopped again by his voice.

"No – you don't need to get up love, in fact, that level is just about right, now you just need to move over here"

In an almost feline manner Gillian dropped down onto all fours and in that position covered the short distance between them.

Resting her arms on his thighs she bypassed the obvious and most needy part of his body reaching up instead until her mouth was hovering over his nipples.

When her tongue first touched him it was like an electric shock.

Gillian had been nursing a crushed, flavoured ice in her mouth for a while and that same, almost frozen temperature connecting with the heat of his aroused nipples was an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure that had Cal's dick twitching in need.

"Shit Foster, your mouth is bloody freezing – it needs warmin up love and I've got just the thing to do it"

Gillian stood up…SHE STOOD UP!

That was altogether the wrong direction ….."Gillian!" it was a deeply frustrated groan.

To his utter surprise he realised that she had moved behind him and freed his hands.

Quietly she then sat on the couch in front of him.

Rubbing his wrists he tried to study her face but her gaze was fixated on the rug on the floor.

"Gill?"

That one word held a myriad of questions.

Her face held a whimsical smile when she lifted it to his attention.

He noted embarrassment, shame, apology, all in small amounts but there nevertheless.

"Lost yer nerve luv?"

His voice was full of tenderness.

Gillian just nodded and started to lower her eyes again.

She felt his fingers under her chin before she could complete the move.

"That's quite natural luv – you picked a difficult role for a first timer, it goes against your natural behaviour which is always hard. Did a great job of it tho – Gillian – you have nuffin to be embarrassed or ashamed about darlin"

"Cal…..I…I really don't know if I can do this – if I want to do this! All this…game and role playing I…I'm sure that Zoe and Poppy and Helen were all extremely adept but…"

"Is that what you think I am all about? Gillian luv – Yeah, I admit I like it…and yes, so did Zoe and Helen – Poppy…well Poppy was just

Poppy, her whole life is one big game, an act from start to finish, but that doesn't mean my whole sex life is based on it…"

"Cal lets face it, I am never going to be …exciting enough for your tastes so…."

"My tastes! So wot exactly do you think you know about my tastes Foster?"

He slouched on the couch at the opposite end from her and stared, one of his expressive eyebrows raised.

"I know enough Cal – after 6 years of watching you, and the woman that slip in and out of your life, I KNOW! You need the thrill, the chase – and then you need the games to keep the relationship alive until you get bored with even them"

"I really had no idea you had been studying my love life so closely. So you consider yourself an expert now do you?"

There was no mistaking the sardonic drawl that had crept in to his voice – she knew it – it meant 'you are on dangerous ground and you need to back off' but she was angry too.

Admittedly it was just as much with herself as it was him, still she was prepared to take the risk and ignore the unspoken warning.

"Don't try intimidating me Cal Lightman. Sitting there with you cock still on full mast rather puts you on the back foot wouldn't you say?"

"On the contrary Foster – It's a fantastic distraction. It's always good to keep your…'subject' from fully concentrating on their replies - it's certainly working with you, you can hardly keep yer eyes off it can you?"

She flew up from her seat and grabbed a cushion throwing backwards at him as she walked away, hoping it landed somewhere near his groin.

"This is ridiculous! You and I…it could never work never. This whole mess started just because of my damn curiosity, well I don't know about cats but it's certainly killing me so it ends Cal. Right here right now"

She felt his hands on her arms twisting her sharply round to face him.

"So after all that yer just gonna walk out? Don't you fink you have some sort of responsibility here?"

As a look of confusion tinged her eyes he looked down at his still, very much engorged member and her confusion quickly changed to frustration.

"I'm SURE you can…take care of that yourself Cal…Excuse me…"

She tried to sidestep but he shadowed her move. His face was deadpan as he moved again to block her.

"Cal – let me by"

He didn't even blink!

"CAL stop this now!"

This time he made the move, one step forward and he was against her, his hardness was pressing against her hips.

"Wot were you curious about Dr. Foster?"

"What it was that you had that…attracted all the women. Why they didn't seem to be able to shake you even when you had long since moved on"

"And you're prepared to just walk away without finding a conclusion now?"

"I have my conclusion Cal"

"Oh I don't fink so Foster – you can't possibly have come to a correct answer with out having sampled the full experience – taken ALL the facts into account"

"More games Cal? I thought I told you I was through with those"

"Not games Foster…I'm talking about thorough scientific research"

He leaned in harder at the hips just to make his point.

"I'm not interested Cal, I refuse to be another one of your victims despite the …'obvious' benefits that may carry"

Cal stepped back after a long stare he turned away from her making short work of the distance between her and the door to the office.

By the time he got there he was all tucked away albeit a little tightly.

"We have gone too far to just walk away from this now Gill. I am not what you think but for now it seems pointless trying to change your mind. This isn't over tho luv, no way"

It was only once she heard his footsteps drift off down the corridor that she started to breath again.