Here, Kitty Kitty

She thought she could be cruel and walk away untouched.

Kat answered the couple’s post expecting easy pleasure and a quick exit. Naomi welcomed her with wine and quiet warmth. Anthony watched with patient certainty. But the moment Kat lashed out with a sharp, cutting remark meant to wound the wife who had been nothing but kind, everything changed.

Over his lap in the firelit living room, skirt up and dignity gone, Kat learned exactly how her brattiness would be handled—his steady palm turning her ass hot and tender while Naomi held her open for more. She knelt between them afterward, mouth working alongside his wife’s. Then he took her properly, deep and relentless, until she shattered. And when he spilled inside her, Naomi claimed every drop with her tongue, drawing fresh whimpers from the woman who had thought she was in charge.

Some women bite back. Others teach them exactly why they shouldn’t. Kat was about to learn which kind belonged in their bed.