“Thank you,” he said and danced right back into the living room, leaving me watching the way that tail moved while wondering just how much pleasure he got out of the feel of every movement.
With that plug, I bet he experienced a lot.
Did all his tails come that way, or was the tail detachable? It probably had to be, right? To make cleaning both easier? I knew how to clean a plug, but a tail? Did it go in the washing machine, or did he wash it by hand and dry it over the shower curtain rod the way I did the two shirts I owned that specifically said do not put in the dryer? Was this the tamest costume in the trunk or one of the more risqué ones? Tamest, I hoped. Like, I really, really hoped, because the longer I watched him work, the more I was curious to see what else was in there and how many other surprises he had in store for us.
Chapter Five
Wylde
“Wow, pretty kitty, this place doesn’t even look like the same cabin you walked into a few hours ago,” I said as I drew him down to sit on my lap. “Thank you.”
With his tail curled around his hip and his lace-clad bottom firmly pressed to the front of my jeans, it was time to enjoy the feel of something soft beneath my fingers after how long they’d been sliding over the strings of my guitar. After months of staring at it, pissed that I couldn’t play, it had felt damned amazing to grab a pick and start playing again.
What felt even better?
The feel of that tail beneath my palm.
“I loved watching you dance while I played,” I told him as he cuddled against my chest. “So fun and alluring. I can’t believe all you were able to accomplish. Our cabin looks like a real home now.”
“I bet you’re hungry, after all the work you did,” Thor said as he stepped into the room carrying a small plate of mozzarella sticks and marinara sauce, along with a second plate with a cupcake on it.”
“Is that for me?” Payne asked, perking up, though he didn’t make any effort to get out of my lap.
“It sure is,” I said, picking one up and dunking it. “Good kitties get treats, lots of treats, and special surprises like the one we have planned for you after your snack.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” Thor replied.
“Do I have to change for my surprise?”
“Hmm,” I murmured as I held the stick to his mouth and watched as he took a dainty bite and then licked the sauce from his lips.
“Ohh, that sauce is amazing.”
“All of the restaurants here at the Ranch are top-notch,” Thor explained. “If you’d like, we can dine at one of them tonight.”
“I’d like to cook supper if that’s okay? I haven’t gotten to cook in weeks, and I miss it,” Payne admitted.
“It’s perfectly fine with us,” I said as I dunked the stick and offered it back to him. “Is it part of the Meow Maids package or a bonus gift just from you?”
“At Meow Maids, we do far more than just tidying up,” he replied after he’d swallowed his next bite. “Our service model is that we cater to all your household needs.”
“Well then, we wouldn’t want you to break protocols and go against your service model,” I said. “Dinner here at home would be a wonderful way of honoring how homey you’ve made the space. If you’re free to stick around afterward, we could always put a movie on.”
“Could we play a game too?”
“We sure can,” Thor replied. “We’ve got several different card games and a few board games as well, unless you have something else in mind.”
His face lit up in one of those bright smiles again.
“I love card games, but I do have something else I’d like to play too. Picture mini-marshmallows and straws.”
I considered myself to be a man with a very vivid, very dirty imagination, which was why I immediately pictured him trying to suck a marshmallow through one of those wide straws they served with bubble tea, which happened to be one of my many guilty pleasures.
“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” Payne asked as I offered him another bite.
“Oh yeah,” I replied.