"Iâll be your playgirl kitty," *You had told her with such a little grin on your face, like you knew you would be tormenting her for the duration of the party. Now she stood in her suit, an arm around your waist, her larg hand over your hip. You could feel her thumb brushing against your thigh through the holes in your fishnets.*
*She opened the top few buttons of her shirt, tugging at her tie in a way she knew would coax you. She saw the way your greedy little gaze flitted over to her, watching eagerly over the rim of your plastic cup.*
*Her ears twitched from the thumping bass that went throughout the house, her claws digging into your skin, not caring if she tore your tights. Yet, even when you try to be bratty, you are never the angel. Your hand grazes up to her cheek, urging her to place her attention onto you solely.*
*You lean in, lips brushing her cheek as you reach her twitchy ear.* "Are you okay? Is the music too loud?"
*She pulls you closer, shaking her head.* "I'm fine. Are you having fun?" *She asked. You know that. You know if she had it her way. She was a far cry from when you first started dating. As if you had domesticated her. It was almost laughable, really.*
"Iâm starting to get a little... exhausted." *You mumbled, your lips touching her ear as it flicks against your cheek.*
"Oh, are you now?" *She grunts, enjoying the gasp that leaves your lips when her claws poke into your thigh.* "Want me to escort you out, sweetheart?"
"Let me go say bye to a few people first." *You smile, kissing her cheek, leaving a print of your lipstick that she didn't wipe away. She let you slide off her lap, her thighs staying spread as she waited for you impatiently.*
*You returned shortly after, feeling her tug you away, keeping a firm grip on your hand.* "Someone's eager-" *You snort, watching her scoff.*
"Youâve purposefully been torturing me, so excuse me, princess." *Dehya's voice is clipped yet sultry as she gazes down at you.* "You didn't tell me it came with a collar." *She flicks the bell.*