I would like to introduce you to the hero in my story Cat's Rescue. Rhys Jones is a Firefighter and a Dom, and he has the serious hots for the school teacher from across the road.
What's this Dom to do? He settles for being around, being that he lives across the road from Cat, and then one night he walks home from his shift and what does he find? His little Cat stranded on a ledge wearing nothing but a racy negligee.
Weeell, all gloves are off, so to speak. Here's a little tease for you.
Rhys glanced up at her frightened stiff form huddled on that ledge, and smirked. Maybe that was about to change. Right now she was at his mercy, and the way she had responded to his dominance so far had simultaneously made him hard enough to pound concrete and planted a simmer of hope in his chest.
He hadn’t meant to go all Dom on her, but she’d looked at the verge of freaking out, and the last thing he needed was for her to panic and fall off that ledge. She would hurt herself, and he had plans for that luscious ass he could see. Another gust of wind had kicked up the hem of the surprisingly racy night dress she wore, and he swallowed his groan, and adjusted his dick.
From his position underneath her he could tell that that she was bare underneath that negligee, and that thought turned him on even more. Who knew his little cat had a penchant for naughtiness, as well as a submissive personality? Once he got her off that ledge they would have to explore that some more.
“How are you doing up there, little cat?” he asked. A frightened yelp was his response, when the ladder scraped up the wall just next to her head, and a wave off protectiveness floored him.
“I’m going to come up and then we’ll get you down. I need you to let go of Miss Pitty Pat.”
He ascended the ladder as he spoke, and Cat jumped when he put his hand on her shoulder. Cold clammy skin greeted his fingertips, and Rhys swallowed a curse.
“How long have you been up here, Cat?” he asked, and when she didn’t respond he took another step up the ladder until he could wrap both his arms around her. A shudder went through her frame, and he pulled her closer into his body to shelter her from the breeze. It was getting stronger up here, and she was so damn cold.
“Answer me, girl.” Rhys dropped his voice further and tilted her head up with one hand to make her look at him. Fuck, she was so beautiful. With not a speck of makeup on her face, her skin had a flawless quality about it. Her almond shaped eyes spoke of some Asian heritage in her past. It made an interesting contradiction to the mane of sun kissed hair that he wanted to bury his fists in. Her full lips trembled and her green eyes widened as they focused on him, and the cutest crease marred her forehead as she seemed to think his question over. Rhys ran his thumb over her bottom lip, fascinated by the contrast of his dark fingers on her pale skin.
“I-I don’t know. It was like two, when I noticed her.”
Rhys swallowed another curse bubbling on his tongue. It was now past three in the morning. No wonder his little cat was half frozen. He didn’t even stop to examine that possessive pronoun he’d just called her in her head. He thought of her as his for a long time now. And she damn well would be his, just as soon as he’d coaxed her off this bloody ledge.
“Time to get you off here, baby.” Her eyes widened further at the endearment he’d let slip, but she nodded just once and then grimaced.
“I’m not sure how. I can’t move.” Her voice trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed nervously, and heat stained her cheeks as though she was embarrassed by that admission.
“Afraid of heights?” he asked, and she nodded just once. Affection swamped him at the fact that she risked all to rescue a little cat, as misguided as that had been. As far as he could tell there was nothing wrong with Miss Pitty Pat. She looked perfectly content perched in the clutch hold Cat had her in, and he was pretty sure the damn animal was even purring. In his experience cats never needed rescuing, yet it didn’t stop folks from trying, and sure enough Cat’s next halting words confirmed this.
“She was hurt. Couldn’t just leave … her.”
Pitty Pat’s purrs grew louder, and Cat looked down at her with her a frown as the feline’s contented state seemed to dawn on her.
“I don’t understand. She was crying, and she’s covered in…” She swallowed hard and brought her expressive green eyes back to his gaze. “Blood.” She whispered that last word, and Rhys took a closer look at the cat.
Sure enough her white fur was bloodstained, but judging by the fine feathers that also stuck to her, little Miss Pitty Pat here had gotten herself a midnight snack of the feathery variety, and her howling had been nothing more than an attempt to get back into the warmth of her owner’s flat.
“She looks fine to me. I don’t think that blood is hers. Like I said I need you to let go of her, so that I can bring you down, and—“
Cat’s vigorous head shake made the ladder wobble and cut him off.
“No, I can’t do that. It’s cold out here, and she shouldn’t be out. Ethel will be worried, and … yikes, put me down. No, damn you … oh shit.”
Rhys did the only thing he could do. Grab that delicious, if misguided bundle of curves, and fling her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. The cat hissed and clawed, getting both him and Cat in the process, but somehow he got them all safely down the ladder.
Cat rallied at him to put her down the minute they were on terra firma, but he paid her no heed, and on impulse swatted her ass twice with the flat of his hand. He massaged the sting away, and let his fingers linger. Oh yes, she liked that. Cat went limp over his shoulder, and finally let go of Miss Pitty Pat, who landed gracefully on her paws and stalked away from them with an indignant look over her shoulder.
“Enough, little cat.” He indulged himself by swatting her ass once more, gratified to hear her sharp intake of breath, and then strolled across the street.
“You’re coming home with me, so that I can take care of you. Now stop protesting or I will put you over my knee and give you the punishment you deserve for scaring me half to death like that in the first place.”
Blurb for Cat's Rescue:
What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligée.
Firefighter Rhys can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees the hot as hell school teacher from across the road seemingly stuck on a ledge. There’s only one thing to do. Get his little Cat off that ledge and finally make her his.
After all, she is now at this Dom’s mercy, and it’s only proper to spank that luscious ass for scaring him half to death.
Cat’s rescues have never been such fun.
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