Jordan sat in the front seat of her 1983 Volkswagen Passat at about seven o'clock in the morning, listening to the rain. Just getting off from work at the 7-11, she looked in the rear view mirror, and admired the silver necklace that she wore, given to her by Master. Jordan smiled. This was one of the many collars He had given her. It wasn't His preferred collar, but the one He liked to see her wear when she went out in public. His favorite collar hung from the mirror, and sparked in the fresh morning sunlight that spread across the dash board in the reflection of the rain. With a smirk, she took off the silver necklace, replacing it with the diamond studded collar, thick, leather, with His tags dangling and clinking together with the heavy silver bell He liked to see against the fur on her neck. Setting the necklace on the passenger seat, she started the car, and drove to their home.
Jordan worked night shift at 7-11, and took classes for her graphic arts degree at various times during the evening, mostly after six. Ahote, her Master, also worked night shift, working for the local emergency room, and usually didn't get home until around eight. Pulling into her parking space, she looked at the clock on her dash board. Living so close to her work, she was able to get home quickly, around seven fifteen. Turning off the car, she darted up the steps to their apartment, slid her keys into the door, and opened it. She closed her eyes and inhaled, still smelling His scent as she closed the door behind her, her tail flicking back and forth in contentment.
As one hand reached back to lock the front door safely, her other hand lifted the front of her shirt, and gently stroked the firm small protruding belly that carried His child. She grinned, taking her other hand to caress it as well. With a loud purr, she whispered, ".... His .... all His". She looked over at the clock on the stove. Seven thirty. Jordan figured she'd have enough time before Master got home to take a quick shower, and wash off the smell of the night time convenience store, and be ready for Him when He arrived. She quickly tossed her clothes into the laundry room as she darted past it, naked, and bolted into the bathroom, ready for a good soaking of her soft light gray fur.
Jordan leaned her naked body forward into the shower, turning on the hot steamy water, holding her belly with her other hand. Every movement she made, reminded her of her new child, their new child, His unborn life, growing, getting stronger, inside His kitten. As she stepped into the steam of the shower, the fur on her back bristled and tingled, as the front of her body soaked up the hot massaging water. Her tags and bell jingled together as she shivered.
Turning around, Jordan let the shower soak the back of her neck, half streaming down the curve of her back, half pushing her red hair over her shoulders, trickling down between her breasts and over her belly. She cupped her hands at her belly button, and let the water swell and grow, giving a slight smile. The water traced past her nipples and she shivered, remembering the night He planted His seed in her. Remembering Him in His heat caused her to shiver more, how she loved the fire in His eyes, the strength in His cock, and the gust of His breath as He growled behind her, gripping the fur of her back as He plunged deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.
Jordan felt her hands slide down the front of her belly to her already hot crotch, the water dripping past her fingertips and tickling her southern lips. She bit the inside of her cheek and caressed her pussy further, remembering the way she laid on her back as He tickled her pussy lips with His beard, His strong fingers and hands spreading her knees apart, gripping her flesh, panting as His tongue tended to her gentle insides, tasting her cum.
Leaning against the wall of the shower, she moaned, spreading her pussy lips and letting her hard button clit slide out, lightly stroking it with her fingertips, cumming quickly as her hormones raced with a loud moan. "Mmmmm ... thank you, Master," she whispered to herself, sliding an empty hand up her belly to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple as her other fingers caressed her clit.
".... Thank you for what, kitten?" His low voice boomed and echoed in the tile of the bathroom. Jordan shook to an alert state, eyes wide, pressing herself against the bath wall, her tags and bell rattling loudly.
"... Shit! ... Um ... Uh ... you're home?" Master had watched her play before, but usually she knows when He's doing so. Her body was now ridged in surprise, now wet only from her hot shower water.
"Heh, of course I'm home. It's eight thirty. I've been standing here listening for the past fifteen minutes, and that better be Me that you're calling 'Master' in there," He said with a chuckle. Jordan pulled the curtain back slowly and peeked out at Him. Her gray fur was soaked a dark color, her red hair had blended in with her fur, and her deep brown eyes looked huge as she peered in His direction.
Master stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, wearing only His scrub pants, His large strong arms folded across His wide, dark, furry chest. His head tilted lightly to the side, and He wore a soft smile, the one He usually had when He saw her after getting home. He held His scrub shirt in His hand, and His dark, thick, black leather collar shadowed lightly against the dark fur of His neck. His collar was plain and simple, but it told her that He belonged to her. He was her Master.
Jordan's eyes grew wider. "Eight thirty. Shit. Your tea ..." Ignoring her shower soaked body, she darted out of the shower, starting to run past Him. His firm hand quickly reached down and grasped her tail hard, stopping her in her tracks just behind Him, and she winced at the firm tug. "I'm sorry, Master. I lost track of time. I didn't realize ....."
"Shush, woman. I'm here. What do I want when I see you first? It's not my tea, is it?" His smile widened. Giving her tail another gentle tug, He dropped His scrub shirt to the floor, and opened His arms to her. She smiled, and pressed her hot wet body into the fur of His chest. His arms surrounded her as He lowered His head, gently kissing her lips. She closed her eyes, smiling into her kiss, and wrapped her hands around the small of His firm back. Her fingers curled and tugged gently on His fur, and her tail flicked happily from side to side.
Quickly, she licked His lips and opened her eyes to Him with a grin. "I love you," she whispered. Jordan closed her eyes, and rested the side of her head against His chest, molding her body and belly to His. Nestled tightly against Him, she was able to hide her face of distress, thinking about her forgetfulness and His tea, losing her smile.
"I love you, kitten." He gently rested His lips to her ear on the top of her head, kissing it gently, then gave it a playful nip. "I'm going to get out of these scrubs. I'll take my tea, now." His hands stroked her back down to her tail, then grazed along her sides to her belly, pausing briefly with a warm large palm against her belly, smiling wider.
She quickly darted to the kitchen, turning on the stove for His tea. Still shaken from His abrupt appearance, and her not being ready for Him, her hand lightly trembled as she started the boiling water. Jordan folded her hands against her chest, looking at the slowly steaming kettle, worried about Him not getting His tea in time. He liked to have His tea just as He walked in the door, His teacup in His hand as His other arm wrapped around her. It was relaxing to Him, having what He enjoyed close to Him. There were times when He'd stand in the doorway, simply holding her with a smile, and as His tea cooled He'd sip it over her, followed by a gentle kiss to her head.
