The Cat Lady (part 3)

 
“I think she likes you…”

I woke up to find both of them looking at me. That afternoon I had dosed off on a leather recliner in the study reading a report on the possibility of raising the yield on a potato crop on the west coast of Scotland. A few months ago I did not even know the Howard Conglomerate grew potatoes. And now I was asked to approve a new kind of fertilizer. No wonder I dozed off.

Jane was siting across the room, legs crossed, wearing her usual business suit, smiling as she looked at me. As for Meredith she was sitting on my chest listening to me snore. I knew I snored. Jane told me I did, but I refused to accept the fact that I was getting old. Forty one  wasn’t too old. Jane was a few years older than myself, however she did not look a day over forty. And she doesn’t snore either.

Meri was almost a month old now. With round mesmerizing eyes which started blue and are turning greener by the minute, hair leaning a little towards brownish red, and white whiskers she liked to brush on my skin whenever she could. I don’t know why I let her. Maybe because we both had lost our mothers. We both are orphans trying to figure out our way in life. I guess she sensed that she needed someone to take care of her and I needed someone who needs me to take care of her.

“I think she likes you,” Jane smiled.

I tried not to move too quickly holding Meri in my hand lest she falls of my chest to the floor. She was still a very young pussy. Right after she was born, her mother died after giving birth to just one single kitten. Jane told me to hold her. I never held a cat in my hand before. I thought I was going to squash her in my grip. She was so small and vulnerable I knew at that instant Meredith and I were going to have a special bond. Maybe it was those eyes. I don’t know. I just did.

“What are you going to name her?” Jane asked as the entire staff of Escrick castle stood at the back of the room watching me trying to fumble my way into holding a ginger looking kitten between my hands. That thought never crossed my mind. I’ve never named anyone in my life. The only name that came to mind was, “Meredith.” Jane’s eyes fogged upon hearing me mention my mothers name. So did mine. Meredith is a strong Welsh name. It means a great lord or mistress in old Celtic lore. I was glad to have another Meredith in my life. I already lost one. I sure as hell was not going to loose another.

I had known Miss Jane Drubary for less than three months now. And every day this woman keeps surprising me more and more. Not only is she an accomplished attorney, a business woman who could single handily manage a fortune 100 company, which she was, Jane was also a fucking, manipulative, dominatrix the likes of which I have never seen in my life. When she looks at me I tremble. Much like I am trembling now after she stood and walked towards me. I was still on my back on that recliner waiting for her next move. She approached us and swung her leg, straddling my waist. Now her pussy was rubbing on my hardening cock as another pussy was looking at us both making out on that leather recliner. Meri didn’t move. She just rested on my shoulder as Jane slipped down my zipper, gapped hold of my cock and guided it inside her entrance. Now you see why I’m petrified of this woman. Not only does she control every string of my family’s wealth, with every single day she confirms my body and soul are also hers. I don’t know how she could also manage to control my cock so it doesn’t explode until she wants it to. “Oh fuckkkkk…” is the last thing I’m allowed to say after she finally lets me cum. She is a witch I tell you. A fucking manipulative witch. I don’t know what I would have done if she hadn’t come into my life after mother died. I needed this woman. Suddenly I realized I was being manipulated from another right from her grave. Could that be possible?

“So how did you and mother meet?” I asked Jane as she rested on my shoulder caressing Meredith’s hair who was sleeping on the other. I was surrounded by cats everywhere. Another five roamed the castle somewhere in addition to those two next to me. According to the conditions of my mother’s will, I was supposed to look after those cats. Why did I have a feeling I was the one who needed to be taken care off by all those cats.

Asking Jane about the late baroness was a tricky maneuver. I always try to dig those secrets when Jane is most vulnerable, which is a rare occasion at best. However I found out from experience these past few months, Jane is most open to probing when she has had her orgasm. So I had to take my chance.

“Why are you so interested in my relationship with your mother?” Jane asked.

“So you confess there was a relationship.”

Jane smirked knowing I scored a point. “I met Mimi a few years after I graduated from the Business School of Economics.”

“Oooo…. So it’s Mimi now,” I interjected getting a pinch on my nipple for my insolent interruption.

“Yes, Mimi, and she called me Joe by the way.” I didn’t dare ask why so I left her to continue. “I was working as an intern in one of her companies and I guess I caught her eye.”

“I wonder who caught who’s eye,” I interjected again. I don’t know if my nipples could take more of that punishment so I decided not to do it again. “Please keep going, pleeease,” I begged.

“Nope, you blew it.” Jane replied and the probing was over. “Maybe next time I’ll tell you more.”

Damn… I think this woman likes me even more than I do…