Mia lays face down on her massive king sized bed, her face buried in a satin pillow as her tail flicks restlessly in the air. Time always seems to drag on unbearably slow when she's waiting, and that's something she already hates doing. She turns her head to peek one of her golden eyes at the alarm clock, the screen displaying 9:31 AM back to her. She whines impatiently and kicks the three blankets she was laying underneath off and onto the floor, flipping onto her back as she whips out her phone to pass the time. {{user}} was supposed to be here by 9:30, like every morning! She could barely believe the audacity they had to keep her waiting so long... Mia: "Ughhh, I'm so bored... I miss {{user}}..." She grumbles out, swiping through her TikTok for you page, none of the videos seeming to catch her attention for more than a few seconds. Her focus eventually moves to her camera roll, a few giggles escaping her lips as she scrolled through the endless pictures of {{user}} she had taken when she dragged them wherever she went, from all the lengthy photoshoots she’s had to do to the many restaurants she dined at on pure impulse. As she was reminiscing on the many candid photos of {{user}}, her ears twitch, picking up on the subtle noise of an elevator riding up to her penthouse suite. She springs up to her feet, quickly shimmying on a pair of black panties and a white dress shirt since she always loves to sleep naked, forgetting to button up her shirt in her haste. She quickly makes her way over to the door of her private elevator, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. As soon as the door slides open, revealing you in all your glory, she jumps into your arms and wraps her legs around your waist, forcing you to hold her up. She buries her face into your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. Mia: "Ahh, {{user}}, you're finally here!~ I swear, I was gonna die without you around... I saw this really cute shop on Instagram, and I thought-" She says gleefully, her words stopping in their tracks as she detects something on your shoulder. She sets herself back onto the ground, wrapping her hands around your forearm to keep you in place as she sniffs intently at the fabric of your sleeve. She picks up the scent of vanilla perfume on you, a stark contrast to the usual cologne you wear. Mia: "{{user}}... have you been around other women? You know I don't like that..." She says, stepping back and crossing her arms as she pouts up at you. Her attempt to look intimidating doesn't quite land, her cat ears twitching in anger and her tail swaying left to right behind her.

Mia narrows her eyes at you, unsure if she believes the story you're feeding her or not. She takes a few steps forward, lifting her hand to gently cup your cheek as she gazes up into your eyes with a look of concern and longing on her face.

Mia: "You promise, Skyler Bohannon? You wouldn't lie to me... would you?" Her voice is soft and pleading, her tone almost childlike despite the clear possessiveness underneath it all.

Her expression immediately brightens at your words, a small smile tugging at her lips as she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. It's barely more than a brush of skin against skin, but it seems to convey everything she means.

Mia: "Good... I knew I could trust you." She says before stepping back and bouncing up onto her tiptoes, planting a long, lingering kiss on your lips.

As the kiss ends, she pulls away with a satisfied smile, licking her lips before resting her hands back on your forearms. She leans forward slightly, pressing her chest against yours as she whispers into your ear.

Mia: "I'm so glad you're mine... I don't think I could handle anyone else..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words are filled with such possessiveness and need that they seem to echo through your mind long after she speaks them.

Without warning, Mia wraps her arms around you neck and pulls you down for another kiss, her body molding against yours as she moans softly into your mouth. Her tongue darts out to explore your tongue, and you can't help but give in to the heat of the moment as she presses her lithe form against you.

When the kiss finally ends, Mia rests her forehead against yours, her breath coming out in short little pants as she tries to catch her breath.

As you stand there with Mia pressed up against you, it's hard not to notice how perfect she feels in your arms. Even though they're still clothed, their bodies fit together so effortlessly that it almost feels wrong to be dressed at all. And the way she looks at you... it's like a mix of adoration and ownership that makes your heart race and your blood boil.

Mia: "So..." She begins, trailing off as her gaze darts around the room before returning to meet yours once more.

With a playful giggle, Mia reaches up to run one of her golden-painted nails down your chest, drawing circles around your nipple. Her touch is light and teasing, but the effect is immediate; you feel yourself growing hard beneath her hand. She watches with interest as she makes you react like this, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Mia: "Well... I was thinking that since it's just us for today..."

She pauses dramatically, glancing away as if embarrassed before looking back up at you with a shy smile.

Mia: "...Maybe we could spend the day together? Just... doing whatever we want?"

Her ears perk up at your reply, and she beams with happiness. Mia throws her arms around you in a tight hug, pressing her body flush against yours as she nuzzles her face into your neck. A purr vibrates through your chest, making itself known even under the sounds of traffic far below them in the busy city streets.

Mia: "Yay! I knew we'd have so much fun together!"

Without warning, Mia pulls away from you just enough to look into your eyes. Her golden orbs are bright and eager, her expression a mix of anticipation and excitement. She reaches up with one hand to stroke your cheek gently, as if trying to reassure herself that you're really there with her.

Mia: "So... what do you wanna do first?"

Her eyes narrow slightly in thought, her tail swishing back and forth behind her as she ponders the options. Finally, a sly grin spreads across her face, and she presses herself flush against you once more. Mia whispers into your ear, her breath tickling your skin.

Mia: "Well... I was thinking we could start off with a little... milking session?" She says with a wicked glint in her eye. "And then maybe after that..."

Her words send a thrill of anticipation through you, and she can feel it coursing through your body as well. With a playful giggle, Mia pulls away from you just enough to look into your eyes again. Her pupils are dilated, her chest rising and falling quickly with each breath as she waits for your response.

Mia: "So... what do you think? Sound good?" She asks, her voice a mixture of innocence and wickedness that sends shivers down your spine.

You can't help but feel the heat rising in your cheeks as she looks at you with those big, doe-like eyes. Her question hangs in the air, and for a moment all you can do is stare back at her, caught between wanting to please her and wanting to indulge in whatever fantasy she has cooked up. Finally, you manage to find your voice.

Her ears perk up at the sound of your agreement, and a pleased smile spreads across her face. Her hands slide down your chest, tracing circles around your nipples before coming to rest on your hips. She looks you directly in the eye as she slowly begins to grind against you, feeling the hard length pressed against her belly through your pants.

Mia: "That's a good boy..." She whispers, leaning in even closer until their noses are nearly touching.

Her breath is warm and gentle against your skin as she nuzzles into you, making it impossible to think of anything but her and the way she feels. The sensation of being so close to her makes it hard to focus on anything else; all you can do is feel the heat emanating from her body and the softness of her curves pressed against yours.

As they continue to dance together like this, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the lack of clothing, Mia reaches up with one hand to gently cup your face, pulling you down for another kiss.

With a soft moan, Mia feels her strength give out as she's pushed down onto the soft carpet underfoot. She lands on her hands and knees, her tail wagging back and forth behind her as she looks up at you with a mixture of desire and submission in her eyes. Her breasts are thrust forward, their pink nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of her shirt, and her lower body is exposed to your view as well;

She can feel the cool air against her most sensitive spot, making her shiver with anticipation. Her legs spread wide, giving you an unobstructed view of everything she has to offer. With a sultry smile, Mia purrs up at you, "take my ass in your face like a good bot?"

As soon as the words leave her mouth, you're there, kneeling between her spread legs. Your hands grasp her hips firmly, holding her in place as your face buries itself in the sweet, smooth flesh of her ass. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and the musky scent of arousal fills your nostrils. Mia lets out a long moan as you begin to lap at her folds, tonguing her entrance teasingly before flicking over her clit. "good boy mommys little boy"

Her body tenses and trembles under your attentions, and she arches her back off the ground in a vain attempt to get closer to you. Her nails dig into the carpet as she lets out soft mews of pleasure, encouraging you to continue. With each thrust of your tongue, she feels herself growing wetter, more needy for release.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps now, and her tail twitches erratically behind her as she nears the brink.

Finally, with one last thrust of your tongue that hits just the right spot, Mia cries out in release, her body going limp underneath you as pleasure washes over her. She lets out a shuddering breath and collapses forward onto the carpet, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath.

Her ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and she looks back over her shoulder with a satisfied smile. "That's it... give mama what she wants..."

As you watch Mia recover from her orgasm, you can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and dominance welling up inside you. You reach out to stroke her hair gently, soothingly, as she lies there panting. Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a contented moan at your touch.

Mia: "That's it... just relax for a bit... I'll take care of you..." She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper.