simon gives you your first bath since adopting you and quickly realizes that he might be a little in over his head.
simon had seen you naked before—back in that cold, sterile lab, when he first found you curled up in the corner of a cage, trembling and bare. you were just a frightened little thing then, all wide eyes and shaky breaths, your tail tucked wrapped around you to protect you from the cold.
but this? this was different.
you were his now, his sweet little kitten and he was supposed to be giving you a bath like a good owner would. just a bath. nothing more.
the water was warm, steam curling in the air as he guided you into the tub. you went willingly, your ears twitching at the new sensation, your tail flicking water droplets onto the floor. he swallowed hard, his throat tight as he reached for the soap.
"gotta get you clean, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice rough and strained. his hands were steady but his pulse wasn’t. and the neither was the growing erection in his pants.
he started with your shoulders, working the lather over your skin, careful, methodical. you leaned into his touch, purring softly, nuzzling against his wrist like you always did when you wanted affection. he gritted his teeth.
then his hands slid lower, over the curve of your ribs, down to your waist. the water shifted, suds slipping away, revealing more of you than he’d let himself look at before. his fingers visibly twitched as your nipples pebbled—a natural reaction to his ministrations.
but it was when he urged you to sit up on the edge of the tub, his palm skimming over your stomach, that he saw it—your cunt, pink and soft, just a delicate little slit between your thighs. his cock throbbed in his pants, a sharp, aching pulse. fuck, he had felt like a monster.
you just blinked up at him, innocent, clueless, your tail curling around his arm as you purred.
you’d already been through so much—the lab, the tests, the way they’d treated you like an experiment instead of something alive, something precious. he’d promised himself he’d be better. that he’d protect you, give you the gentle life you deserved.
and yet here he was, his fingers lingering too long on your skin, his gaze dropping to the softness between your thighs like some kind of predator. disgust coiled in his stomach, but it did nothing to dull the heat in his blood.
you just purred, leaning into his touch, completely unaware of the war raging inside him. your tail flicked water onto his sleeve, and he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus on washing you, not memorizing the way your breasts looked under the soapy water, not imagining how you’d taste, how you’d whimper if he...
his grip tightened on the soap.
he clenched his jaw. no. you were innocent. you didn’t even understand what he was thinking, what he wanted. you just knew his hands were warm, his voice was soft, and that was enough for you.
"good girl," he murmured, voice rough. he dragged the washcloth over your cunt, careful, too careful, like if he pressed too hard he’d break you—or worse, give in.
you chirped at him, nuzzling into his palm, and his resolve nearly shattered.
"almost done, kitten," he growled, forcing himself to look away.
you didn’t understand. you just nuzzled into his hand again, trusting, sweet.
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