Daddy and His Kitten

The soft hum of the laptop fan filled the room, blending with the low murmur of her daddy’s voice as he spoke into the camera. His tone was professional, clipped, and authoritative—a stark contrast to the slow, needy breaths coming from under his desk. “Yes, I understand the quarterly projections,” he said, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, “but we need to consider—” His sentence hitched ever so slightly, a tiny catch in his throat that no one on the call would notice.

But she noticed.

Her ears twitched beneath the desk, sensitive to every shift in his voice, every involuntary tightening of his thighs. She purred softly, her cheek resting against the inside of his leg, her lips parted just enough to let the warmth of her breath tease the base of his cock. She hadn’t moved much—not yet—but the weight of him between her lips was intoxicating, even as she kept him still, nestled comfortably in her mouth. Cockwarming wasn’t about motion; it was about the connection, the intimacy of holding him close, feeling him pulse faintly against her tongue. Her tail swished lazily behind her, brushing the carpet as she kneeled there, perfectly content.

His hand dropped casually below the frame of the webcam, fingertips brushing the top of her head, stroking her hair lightly. Good girl, the gesture seemed to say, though he didn’t speak the words aloud. She nuzzled into his touch, her feline instincts taking over for a moment, craving his approval, his affection. Her hands rested on his thighs, careful not to squeeze too hard or shift too much. She was being good. So good. Daddy needed to focus, after all.

“We’ll revisit this next week,” he said, his voice steady again, though she could feel how his body tensed ever so slightly under her. The meeting was winding down. She knew the signs—his tone relaxed, his sentences shorter, his hand drifting back to his side. He was wrapping up, and soon, he’d be hers entirely. The thought sent a shiver through her, her cheeks flushing despite the cool air under the desk.

When the soft click of the laptop closing finally came, she felt his hands cup her face gently, guiding her upward until their eyes met. His gaze was warm but firm, the kind of look that made her squirm with anticipation. “You’ve been so patient, kitten,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”

She mewled softly, her tail flicking faster now, unable to contain her excitement. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his thigh, her hands moving to grip his knees. “Can I... can I make you happy now?”

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent another wave of heat through her. “Oh, kitten,” he said, leaning back in his chair just enough to give her space. “You already have. But if you want to show me how much you love me, I won’t stop you.”

That was all the permission she needed. Her hands slid up his thighs, her nails scratching lightly through the fabric of his pants before settling on his belt. She worked quickly, her movements practiced but still eager, undoing the buckle and pulling his zipper down. When she freed him, her breath hitched at the sight of him—hard, flushed, and unmistakably hers. She nuzzled against him first, rubbing her cheek along his length, marking him with her scent in that primal, possessive way that always made him groan.

“Daddy...” she breathed, wrapping her lips around him again, this time with purpose. Her tongue swirled around his tip, teasing, tasting, savoring the saltiness of him. She took him deeper slowly, savoring the stretch of her jaw, the way he throbbed against her tongue. Her hands gripped his hips, anchoring herself as she began to move in earnest, bobbing her head with a rhythm that made her own core ache.

His hands tightened in her hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. “God, kitten,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “You’re insatiable.”

She pulled off him with a wet pop, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “I just wanna make you feel good, Daddy,” she whined, her tail curling around his ankle. “Please? Can I keep going?”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze raking over her kneeling form, taking in the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way her thighs pressed together as if trying to relieve some of the tension building there. Finally, he nodded, his expression softening. “Alright, kitten. But only because you’ve been so good.”

She squealed with delight, her ears perking up as she dove back onto him, sucking eagerly. Her hands roamed up his torso, gripping his shirt as she worked him harder, faster, desperate to draw out every gasp, every moan. She loved the way his hips bucked involuntarily, the way his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace but never forcing her. It was perfect. He was perfect.

But then, just as she felt him tense beneath her, he pulled her off again, lifting her by her arms until she was straddling his lap. She blinked up at him, confused but obedient, her tail flicking nervously. “Daddy?” she asked, her voice small.

“Not like this,” he said, his hands sliding down to grip her waist. “I want to feel you, kitten. All of you.”

Her heart leapt at his words, and she nodded eagerly, reaching between them to guide him to her entrance. She sank down on him slowly, gasping as he stretched her open, filling her so completely that she nearly forgot how to breathe. Her claws dug into his shoulders as she adjusted, her body trembling with the effort of staying still. “D-daddy...” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “You feel so big...”

“Shh, kitten,” he soothed, kissing the top of her head. “Just relax. Daddy’s got you.”

And then, with a gentle roll of his hips, he began to move.