“When we get to the apartment, you’re going to regret teasing me.” Arthur warned her. “Now stop it, and let me drive safely, Brat.”
Kat knew it was an empty threat. She’d seen Selene do far more to him and never once break his concentration. He could handle more teasing, even if it was uncomfortable with his dick still in his trousers.
“Poor Master.” Kat teased as she leaned over and rubbed him again through his slacks. “You want me to take you out and relieve you while you drive?”
Arthur glanced at her in the mirror again, recognizing the question for what it was: bait. “If I say yes, are you going to do it?”
Kat giggled. “No.” She patted him through his trousers. “Guess you’ll just have to wait until my collar’s on.”
Arthur exhaled. “It’s like you want me to spank you extra hard tonight.”
“Me?” Kat seemed shocked. “Why? What did I do?” Her acting wasn’t as good as Selene’s, but it was still a cute effort. “I’m a good girl. You said so yourself at the restaurant, remember?”
Arthur laughed. “I take it all back.” He shook his head. “You’re a tease, and when we get to the apartment, I’m going to make you regret teasing me.”
“Promise?” Kat asked with a smirk. “Promise to give it to me extra hard so I’ll remember to be a good girl?”
Arthur tightened his grip on the steering wheel, so it flexed his arm muscles enough to make Kat bite her lip in anticipation. “It’s a promise.” He said sternly. “I promise that as soon as we get to your punishment tonight, you’re going to regret ever teasing me.”
Kat smiled. Not a smirk or a chuckle, but a genuine smile that seemed to spread across her face. She knew Arthur intended to deliver on his promise and was happy about it. She couldn’t always explain why, but she enjoyed it when he stepped up and had to up his game to meet her expectations. She enjoyed pushing him, even though she knew she would pay for it tonight and would need some time and aftercare before she could sit comfortably again.
The rest of the ride home was similar, though Arthur seemed to drive a little faster than usual, with Kat’s hand occasionally teasing him but always resting on his thigh. When he finally parked, he took a deep breath and looked at her before he shook his head.
“Ready?” He asked as he nodded toward the door of his apartment complex.
“I’ve been waiting all day.” Kat assured him as she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. Arthur grabbed the food and headed toward the complex door after locking up the car, with Kat following close behind. He stopped at the mailbox, letting Kat take the steps ahead. She was waiting outside his door by the time he made it to the landing, the bulge in his pants still visible and straining, which made Kat giggle a little.
He opened the front door and nodded for her to step inside.
“Go to the bathroom, even if you don’t think you need to.” Arthur instructed. “Wash your hands, and get ready. Then we’ll get started. Be sure to take out any earrings or jewelry.” He said.
Kat nodded as she watched Arthur head to the kitchen.
When she came out of the bathroom, Arthur had put the food in the fridge, cleared some things away, lit a candle, and laid out a few tools and equipment on the coffee table. She didn’t see him, so she assumed he was in one of the bedrooms. Kat eyed the coffee table briefly but already knew what she would find there. She didn’t expect to see her collar missing from its hook by the door when she looked for it. She checked the locks on the door to ensure they were closed, then stood with her back to his front door and waited for him.
She didn’t have long to wait before Arthur emerged from the bedroom door. She could see past him briefly to see that he’d cleaned some things up and changed the sheets. He worked quickly, it seemed, and the apartment was already starting to smell like vanilla and lavender, which was surprisingly pleasant. Arthur had shed some of his suit clothes already, leaving him shirtless and wearing a pair of gray boxer briefs that clung tightly to him and left very little to her imagination. Kat wet her lips as she watched him step closer to her; her eyes followed the lines of his muscles down from his shoulders, over his pecs, across his abs, and along his Apollo’s belt to the bulge. She swallowed when he lifted her collar.
The pink leather collar was softly padded inside, with stainless steel studs along it and a buckle in the back like a belt. The ring at its center was also stainless steel and well-shined. Kat stood taller when he lifted it and raised her chin as if expecting her to put it on him.
“Are you ready to receive your collar?” Arthur asked. “Do you need anything before we begin? Water? Questions you need answered, anything?”
Kat shook her head. “I’m ready to begin, Sir.” She assured him.
“Very well.” Arthur said. “Remove your clothes.”
Kat looked at him briefly but remembered what he’d put on the agenda. Still, stripping down with him standing a pace away, staring at her like that was a slightly uncomfortable proposition. He looked hungry, and the barest hint of expectation in his gaze suggested he thought she’d balk at the order for some reason. Was he expecting her to give him grief over it? Should she?
She’d known he’d ask her to remove her clothes, and honestly, she wanted to get on with it and get to the good stuff already. Should she show how eager she was by ripping off her clothing quickly? Should she tease him more by stripping it off slowly and building up the tension like she’d teased him in the car? Would that drive him to impatience? Kat wondered how much he could stand before he would start taking the clothes off her instead, and then, she decided to try and find out.
She reached down and crossed her arms in front of herself, grabbing the hem of her blouse and slowly untucking it. She hesitated, looking up at Arthur as he looked down at her eyes. She bit her lip and slowly started drawing her hands up, revealing her pale stomach by fractions of an inch per second. She moved as slowly as she could without making herself uncomfortable and keeping her defiant eyes locked on his the whole time.
“Do you want your collar, or don’t you?” Arthur asked.
“I do.” She assured him. “Sir.” She added.
“Then take off your clothes so you can kneel and receive it, Brat.” Arthur said her name with a hint of impatience, enough that it made Kat smirk to know she was succeeding in driving him crazy. She wanted him to lose a little bit of control, to push back whenever she pushed him, and if it could end with his body pressed against hers, she’d be happier for it.
She continued moving slowly as the hem finally reached her bra line, revealing the red lace bra she wore that matched her panties. It left a large amount of her C-Cup cleavage open to his gaze, but the cups rounded just past her forward-facing nipples to hide them from view in the clever pattern. Arthur closed his eyes in frustration, and Kat’s smirk grew into a smile, slightly hidden by her arms as they and her blouse began to block her view of him.
Finally, the blouse was off, and she offered it to Arthur.
He took it from her and folded it, which surprised Kat, but she didn’t protest. He walked away into the kitchen and returned a moment later. She couldn’t see what he’d done with it, but the shirt wasn’t with him. Had he stuck it in the fridge? She supposed she would find out later, but she didn’t look forward to putting it back on if that was the case. Perhaps that was why he’d done that. A punishment he intended to inflict on her for her slowness.
“Now, the bra.” Arthur commanded.
“I thought I’d take the skirt off next, so you can really get the full effect of the lingerie I picked for you.” Kat said.
Arthur looked surprised but seemed to think about it for a moment. “Fine.” He growled and took a step back. “Unzip the skirt, and let it fall.”
Kat frowned a little. There was no way to remove it slowly if she just let it fall. She’d planned to turn around and peel the skirt off slowly, but if she was just going to let it drop, there was no point. She reached behind her and found the zipper after unlatching the hooks. Then she started tugging at it.
“What’s the matter?” Arthur asked after a few moments without the skirt having fallen.
“It’s stuck.” Kat grimaced. “The zipper’s jammed.”
“Turn around.” Arthur commanded.
Kat obeyed, turning slowly to show him the zipper where it was definitely caught against itself. Arthur pushed the two sides together for a moment, straightened the pull, and then brought it down in one firm movement; opening the skirt, he then released and let it fall over her round ass and hips.
The red lace lingerie Kat had chosen was obviously pleasing to his eye. She watched Arthur over her shoulder as he took a step back and admired her round cheeks coming out from under the boy-short panties, and the red lace did nothing to preserve her modesty when she spun around, and he could make out the trimmed bush beneath.
“Now, the bra.” Arthur said with a nod.
“Yes sir.” Kat smirked, a little happy that he still wanted her to undress. The idea that he liked her naked more than he liked her in lingerie was a happy one. She knew how much he liked lingerie, after all. “And then the panties?”
“You can leave those on for now.” Arthur said. “If you want to.”
Kat turned to face him and reached behind her back from below to unclasp her bra. She slid the straps forward over her shoulders as she shrugged out of it and let it fall to her wrists before catching it and offering it to Arthur. He took it, went to the kitchen again, and returned a second later.
“What did you do with my bra? Stick it in the freezer?” Kat asked, surprised.
“No.” Arthur chuckled. “Though that’s not a bad idea for a punishment one of these days. Making you wear a cold bra.”
Kat shuddered at the idea, but it did nothing to dampen the prominently erect nipples at the end of her tits, which she supported with her arms crossed beneath them, pushing them up in a way she hoped was nonchalant and pleasing. She knew he didn’t like it when she covered herself, and she’d been naked in front of him enough times to be more comfortable with it now.
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