He was sitting on the chair while you rested by his feet. His fingers running through your hair softly, gently tugging at the roots. You looked up at him with a pitiful expression, reaching arms up to be cradled into his chest; only to be smacked back down onto the floor.

He growled, “Did you ask permission?”

Holding your cheek, you whimpered and shook your head side to side, “Master..” hearing the bell upon your collar ring, “may I be cuddled on your lap?”

He nodded and spread his arms out, pulling you into his warmth. You blushed and smiled brightly, he always made you smile.

“Master, will I be punished?” Biting your lip.

He sighed and kissed your bruised cheek, “No, not today my precious Kitten.”