With a small groan, she pulls her head out of the cradle of his hands. Burrowing her head against my shoulder, she turns away from him, gripping my shirt tight.
A perplexed look flashes across Killian’s features. “J-Jenna,” he starts, the stuttering returning. He casts me an uncertain look, and I give him a steady nod, quietly telling him he’s got this. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, and when he opens them again, the confidence is back.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” He brushes a hand across her hair. “You were scared to go into the classroom alone. I was scared too, but seeing you made me want to be brave—to lend you some comfort.Youmade me brave, Jenna.Youmade me play better.Youmade me finally see… that it’s always been you. That moment when you took my hand is one of the best moments of my life.”
Jenna shudders, making a small sniffling sound. Then, slowly, she uncurls her hand from my shirt and lowers it to her lap.
Killian understands and gently takes it.
“I miss you,” she whispers, turning her head slightly toward him.
“I’ve missed you too.” His eyes fill with a sincerity that astounds me. “So damn much. But I’m here now.” He leans close, curving his hand around the back of her head as he says close to her ear, “Please let me spend the rest of my life making up for it.”
Her chest shakes. She lifts her head, and a strangled sound escapes her, like she wants to say something but can’t get the words out. Then she collapses forward, into Killian’s arms, clinging to his neck while weeping into his shoulder.
The affection he shows her as he holds her close, peppers tiny kisses all over her hair, and whispers tender reassurances, makes pride swell in my chest. And gratitude. For these two people. For the love and the resolution all three of us have found in this warped but healing dynamic.
Jenna spends a few minutes crying into Killian’s shoulder, then lifts her head to me. Leaning across the space between us, she hugs me, then turns back to curl up in Killian’s lap again. I move closer, caressing her side and her legs, letting her feel that we’re both here for her—our precious girl that we’re both going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of. I’m not entirely surehow it’s going to work, but it’s just the details I’m uncertain of. All the important bits seem to have fallen into place; we’ll figure out the rest as we go.
Eventually, Jenna stops crying, slumping in Killian’s embrace.
“We should bring her to bed—your bed,” Killian says. “She feels safest there.”
He’s about to get up with her in his arms when she pushes out from him and lets out a tiny, “No.”
We both pause.
“Do you want to be alone with Dad?” Killian asks softly—no hurt or uncertainty, just acceptance and focus on getting her better.
“N-no. I want the tail.” Biting her lower lip, she drops her gaze to the ground.
I hum and rub her head. “The kitten wants her tail.”
A wide smile spreads over Killian’s face. “Such a dirty little kitten.” Grabbing her by the waist, he hoists her onto all fours, over his legs. With an arm around her waist, he grips her tightly to him. “Ask Dad, very nicely, to give you the tail, so you can become a real little kitten.”
She groans in protest, but she only hesitates a moment before she speaks. “Please, Ian, will you give me a tail, so I can become a real kitten?”
“My pleasure.” I move to sit behind her, grab the lube and the tail, and begin the process again.
This time, there’s no panic or fear. There’s plenty of humiliation, but it all mixes with the pleasure, drawing long moans from her throat, making her hide her head against her arm even as she eagerly arches her back, making her butt jut out.
When the butt plug is finally seated inside her, Killian gives her a scratch behind the ear. “Good little kitten. Now crawl tothe couch so we can really see what a good kitty you’ve become. Then come back here and get your reward.”
Jenna’s hips sway in a way that makes my cock ache as she crawls through the room and back. I’m about to excuse myself and go rub one out in the shower when Jenna returns, but Killian has other plans.
“Do you know what your reward is?” he asks Jenna.
She shakes her head.
“Since you’ve been such a good little kitten, you get to suck Dad off and make him come.”
I release a feral grunt. I haven’t taken her mouth since before she dissociated, thinking it would be too much. But the way she licks her lips tells me it’s just what she needs. I have to stop treating her with kid gloves whenever something goes wrong. Jenna needs this—our dominance and the depravity.
Suddenly, I can’t rein in the urge to dominate her. “Take me out, now,” I demand.
She scampers around on her knees and reaches up for my belt. It’s only then, while she unbuckles it and unzips my pants, that I realize she’s about to take my cock out in front of my son. I block her hands and aim my attention at Killian.
He’s unfazed, tongue darting over his tongue as he watches Jenna—her tail and her curves.