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She's feisty and flighty, but Hennessy's lived enough to know that scruffing a kitten makes them shut the fuck up.
The kitten—god, she's too fuckin' old for that, but she still acts like a brat, so maybe kitten is right—she tenses her shoulders high, glaring at him with bright green eyes as Hennessy digs his claws into the back of her neck, her whole body fallen limp against his chest from the scruffing reflex. Moonshine's a pretty girl, a gray tabby with curly black hair and sweet little freckles, but she's not trained enough to be a toy.
Not yet.
No matter. Hennessy will train her, even if he did have to pull time out of his busy schedule for it.
"C'mon, girl," he drawls, shoving her down to the floor. Moonshine squeaks as she lands on her knees, righting herself with her hands and then yelping as Hennessy presses his boot down on the small of her back and pushes her down. Her tail lashes in agitation, her ears are characteristically flattened even as she throws an angry look over her shoulder, cheeks flushed red.
God, she's cute when she's angry, but she's gotta behave.
"This could be so easy, even enjoyable, if you could shut the fuck up for one minute," Hennessy continues, running his hand through his hair. He increases the pressure on Moonshine's ribcage until a terrified keen tumbles from her mouth, struggling to get herself back on her hands and knees yet unable to. "C'mon, little girl. You could make this easy, or you could make it a fuckin' pain. I'm gonna enjoy it either way."
Moonshine hisses through her teeth, still squirming beneath his boot, and her claws leave trails on his nice hardwood floor. Hennessy raises his eyes to the ceiling and counts to ten, slow and measured. Then he lifts his boot off her and gives her a hard kick to the ribs.
Moonshine yelps in pain, curling in on herself on her side to try and cover all her soft parts on instinct—Hennessy laughs, a gruff and mean noise, digging the steel toe of his boot into her hip as she squirms. Moonshine's already starting to bruise, reddening and purpling under his control already. She's fuckin' cute, so cute, and Hennessy would love to bring a pretty girl like her to his bed and show her a good time, but she's a pet who ain't acting like a good girl. He's gotta train her, teach her, and maybe if she manages to learn, she'll get a treat.
And if she doesn't, then Hennessy doesn't really care. He likes a little fire to his pets, anyway—the struggle and stammer, the fear and fluster. Moonshine can break on her own accord or he'll split her into brittle pieces himself, and enjoy every moment.
The girl is shivering under his boot, her green eyes furious when they dart up to look at his face. Hennessy gives her a tired grin, and then he leans down to grab her by the scruff.
Moonshine yelps as he grabs her, and she tries to lurch back out of his grasp but she's too slow. Hennessy drags her forward and hooks his hand around the back of her fragile neck, squeezing hard until her shoulders fly upwards, her mouth falling open with a shivering gasp as her entire body freezes up, paralyzed from the feline reflex. Her eyes are wide, fear settling into the curves of her lips, and she's so little compared to him—Hennessy's a tall man, broad and brutish, and Moonshine is soft when he digs his nails into her tender flesh.
It's easy to haul her up and throw her over his desk, grasping tightly at her scruff so she doesn't fuckin' move. Moonshine lets out a strangled, high-pitched keen, terrified and tiny like she is, and Hennessy growls as he bends her over. He pushes her face down into the mahogany wood as she starts sobbing, her whole body trembling through the frozen state he's put her in—he just needs to keep her like this until she stops trying to hit him back. Pets can be feisty for the variety of it, but Hennessy has zero tolerance for a kitten who thinks with her claws and not her goddamn head.
Her skirt is a scrap of a thing—Moonshine is still dressed in the skimpy garments the auctioneers put her in, a black plaid skirt that barely covers her ass and nothing but a lacy black bra on top, the hooks clasped so tight that her breasts try to spill out of its hold. Her panties are hot from her body as Hennessy tears them off easily, and Moonshine lets out a wretched squeal when he grabs her plush thighs and spreads her apart.
Kitten-girl's cunt is topped off with soft black curls, and her folds are soft and dark pink, with a bare sheen of wetness. Hennessy scoffs as he thumbs through her folds—she's not nearly wet enough, but he fucks two fingers into her tight hole anyway.
Moonshine screams, collapsing against the desk, her shoulders shaking. Her cunt resists his intrusion, and Hennessy sighs as he presses himself up against her back, letting go of her scruff finally. Moonshine sobs and tries to reach back and hit him, but she's so disoriented she can barely aim—she claws at the wood of the desk instead, and Hennessy wonders if she'll scratch through the wood varnish. No matter. He'll just shove her face against those marks every time he fucks her here after this.
"C'mon, kitten, what happened to the fight?" Hennessy teases, and he grinds his knuckles against the tender rim of her opening until Moonshine's wailing and hitting her fists against the desk, trying to squirm away from the pressure. But he presses back into her, rutting against her ass, hardening up in his slacks as she whimpers and sniffles. "Now you're just crying and sniffling. Soon you'll be beggin' for it, how 'bout that?"
"Fuck you!" Moonshine manages to let out, and Hennessy laughs—those are the first damn words she's uttered the whole time she's been here, stubborn as hell, she is—before he fists his free hand in her hair and slams her face into the desk.
Moonshine cries out in pain, and Hennessy starts fucking his fingers into her meanly—she's starting to get slick, now, her wetness coating his fingers and smearing across his knuckles as her thighs tremble and her breaths become pitchy, desperate hiccups.
Hennessy grins—poor little kitten, she looks completely debauched and slutty under his fingertips like this. Her hair is sprawled across her bruised shoulders, tangled waves of midnight-black clouding her expressions.
And Hennessy, he can feel his own arousal threading through his chest, needle-pricks of want that manifest in his teeth and harden his cock up. He undoes his belt and slacks as he holds Moonshine down, watching the beautiful tremble of her body as he manages to draw his cock free, growling low in his chest as he slides it between her slick thighs. His cockhead dwarfs her tender hole, reddened from how roughly he's fingered her.
"C'mon, little girl, last chance to submit, or I'll be real fuckin' mean," Hennessy tells her, grinding against her folds.
"No, no," Moonshine chokes out, voice wobbling with pain. "I'm, I'm not a pet, I'm not, let me go—"
Hennessy scoffs, but it's clear that the kitten's made her decision.
Moonshine jerks in his grasp as he fucks his cock into her with one thrust, pushing in as deep as he can without giving her a second to breathe. Moonshine screams again, a hiss threaded through her voice as her ears flatten and her tail bristles and lashes against his chest, but it does nothing to stop Hennessy from pressing his chest into her back, mouthing at the sensitive scruff of her neck. Moonshine lets out a hiccupping moan—she's so fucking tight around his cock, hot and wet and resistant as he tries to fuck her. She trembles with every half-thrust, barely splitting open until he starts going hard.
"N-no, wait, no—!" Moonshine is babbling, the wood of the desk splintering beneath her claws as her noises reverberate off the walls. Hennessy's office isn't so thin-walled, he conducts business here, but he knows all his grunts and underlings are gonna hear just how hard he's breaking in his new pet. Maybe they'll get a taste, if they serve him well enough—Moonshine might even learn quicker, if she gets passed around to every sketchy fuck in the city under his rule. Maybe she'll figure out how nice he's been.
"Yeah, that's it," Hennessy breathes, watching the way her cunt parts for every hard thrust of his cock, her slick starting to dribble down her thighs and smear across his length. For all she insists on saying no, he loves seeing her get wet like this, humiliating and terrible--Moonshine won't stop squirming, and her voice is high-pitched but starting to quiet the longer he fucks her. Weak and broken, she starts crying into the desk, claws still sunk deep as her hips occasionally buck back against him on instinct. Hennessy grabs at the base of her tail and tugs hard, just to hear her squeal again.
"That's it, kitten—you're gonna be a good pet, gonna stick by me as long as I fuckin' want," he murmurs, his voice starting to become frantic and hoarse. Hennessy chokes out a rough moan as a jolt of sharp pleasure rocks through his frame, his cock twitching inside her tightness as he comes hard. Moonshine hisses again, squirming as his come fills her up, but she only manages a weak swipe at him with her claws as he pulls out, watching his spend drip out of her ruined cunt.
"N-not a pet," Moonshine hisses quietly.
Hennessy strokes his broad hand down her back, feeling the tremor and tenseness she still holds. He sighs again.
"You really, really shouldn't've made this so difficult for yourself," he tells her. "We have the whole rest of the night for the gang to play with you."
When Hennessy hauls her up and shoves her outside the door so his grunts can use her as they please, he doesn't answer her pleading calls—that she'll be good now, that she can't be used by anyone else, please don't make her—Moonshine had her chance. She'll be more obedient the next time Hennessy plays with her.
Sometimes the lesson sticks better this way.