Daddy and Kitten at the Moonlight
by Cat_Daddy

Kitten teases Daddy at the Moonlight Club.

Daddy had called her that afternoon from work. "We're going to dinner tonight with some friends. You can dress up." This was his way of telling her they were going somewhere fancy. Kitten was looking forward to it; they always had fun. Daddy's "friends" were a mix of people he did business with but also knew socially. A very few had been to their home and knew the particulars of their relationship--how she had her work that she liked, and friends she hung out with, but spent her time at home naked, and met Daddy at the door when he came home, and the gifts he bought her, and how she cuddled with her blanket with him when she was good, and ended up in her kennel--usually rubbing a sore bottom--when she wasn't (sometimes, she wasn't good on purpose, but if she overdid it, Daddy took her Switch away, which she didn't like at all). All the life of a Dom who cherished and protected his sub and a sub who loved being cared for, shown off, and used.

Kitten was excited as she got ready. First a long, luxurious shower, with lotion that left her skin soft and caressable. Her hair and makeup, to frame her face and emphasize her bright eyes the way that Daddy liked. For her outfit, she first thought of a dress, then realized she was feeling more frisky than that.

She went to her dresser and pulled out a small, white t-shirt. It stretched tight across her chest, its scoop neck giving just the right amount of bosom. Then she slipped on a black microskirt. It sat on her hips and its pleats fell just below the round bottoms of her butt. Well, almost. If you were being picky, maybe they didn't quite cover all of her bottom...if you looked closely, you could see where the swells began at the tops of her thighs, but no one would be looking that closely, would they? She supposed, though, that she should wear panties; she chose a small black thong that disappeared neatly between her buttocks...that was better.

She added some jewelry and black knee-high boots that made her calves curve alluringly. Over all, she wrapped a beige waist-length trench coat and tied the belt around her middle. She couldn't wait for Daddy to get home.

Her first hint that she may have miscalculated was Daddy's look. She was standing outside the front door, holding her purse coquettishly in front of her with both hands. Daddy got out of the SUV and came around to open the door for her like he always did. She skipped up to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm so excited," she said.

"I am too," he answered, but his eyes had a twinkle that said, "I love it, and if you want to play with fire, fine by me." It gave her butterflies.

They drove into town and Daddy asked about her day. He said they would be meeting a few of his associates, including Mr. R and Mr. P, whom she had met before.

She knew she had gotten it just right when they got to the restaurant, a fancy place they both liked. When the valet opened her door and she stepped out, he just stared at her dumbly until Daddy walked around the SUV and took her arm. "Don't move my seat," he said to the valet, handing him a tip.

They walked inside, her holding Daddy's arm demurely. She could feel eyes on her, some with desire, some envy, some disapproving, and she knew what kind of people each came from. Daddy walked beside her, not betraying anything, but she knew he was aware of the looks, too. She could also feel the breeze caressing the lower parts of her buttocks, and the near-exposure and the effect it was having on the crowd made her back straighten and her pussy tingle.

A half-dozen other couples were in the private room at the back. She recognized Mr. R and Mr. P and their subs, and said hello to everyone as Daddy introduced her. She sat down between Daddy and V--Mr. P's sub--who she knew. In some settings, subs were to be seen and not heard, but this was mixed company, and she chatted easily while Daddy and the others talked business. Every so often, Daddy would place his hand on the back of her neck and scratch her hair; she loved it when he did that, but it was also his way of checking in with her.

When dinner was over, Daddy said they were going to Moonlight. This was a nightclub they frequented, an upscale lounge for discriminating guests. The other Doms and subs were going, too. When they called for the car at the valet stand, she noticed all the valets were hanging around, even though they all had cars to get. Daddy opened her door as always, and she wiggled her butt as she got in and settled into the seat. Daddy was amused. As they pulled away, he placed his hand on her leg. She loved Daddy's touch, and could tell he was turned on too. "I think you made an impression with the staff."

"I only have eyes for you, Daddy," she said, coyly. Daddy just grunted.

Moonlight was elegant, discreet, and dimly lit. The first floor had a large dance floor with a stage. The music was energetic, the dance floor about half full. Daddy and Kitten made their way to one of the nooks in the bar area. The wall was curved, with a waist-high rail--more to lean against than sit on--and a high-top table. A waitress took their orders, and at first Kitten stood beside Daddy, holding on to his arm, but soon enough the others appeared. As the space filled up, Daddy leaned back against the bench and pulled Kitten in front of him to make room, wrapping his arms around her waist. They kept talking and watched the people.

All evening Kitten had been steadily getting hornier from her brazenness and the attention it was getting, and the libertine atmosphere was making it worse. She was leaning kind of sideways to Daddy, with her head on his shoulder, but she became aware of the bulge in his pants. She shifted, then turned to face outward so her back was to Daddy. That put her butt right over his bulge, and as he kept talking, she began slowly sliding back and forth. He made no sign, but she felt his bulge twitch. After a minute she turned her head to put her face in his neck, inhaling his scent. But she kept grinding on him, her bare, thong-exposed buttocks against his pants.

She was getting lost in the naughtiness, teasing Daddy in public, just feet from their friends, when Daddy casually said, "Let's go get another drink." That shocked her, and she was suddenly alert. The others didn't seem to take any special notice as they stood up and Daddy put a hand on the small of her back. He guided her out of the nook, but instead of heading toward the bar, he turned her toward the dance floor. This was unusual. Daddy would dance with her, but rarely on his own idea; she usually had to ask. But then they turned right and started up the stairs. There were two levels of balconies overlooking the dance floor; the second floor had tables around it and was fairly crowded, but Daddy kept going up, pushing her in front of him, to the third. This balcony was much darker, lit only by the flashing beams of light from the dance floor, and much emptier. She was puzzled. What were they doing up here?

Daddy pushed her to the railing. Instinctively, she grasped it, looking down at the dance floor. Daddy pushed her forward so she was bent over the rail slightly. She gasped; the mystery and height were intoxicating.

"So you feel like being a tease?" Daddy said, low in her ear. She smiled, her eyes half-closed like she did when Daddy's attention was all on her and she was sinking into his presence. She felt a fumbling behind her, and suddenly, she felt his cock, hard and warm, against her bare buttocks. Her eyes opened. "Daddy...", she started.

"Hush, Kitten," Daddy growled in her ear.

She felt his hands reach under her skirt and grasp the string of her thong. A sharp tug, and the string snapped. She felt his cock slide between her legs. "Daddy, nooo..." she began again.

"I said hush, Kitten." A smack on her ass. "You wanted that rump on display. Here we are."

She looked down and, horrified, realized that there was a clear view from them down to the dance floor. They were high up, and mostly in shadow, but anyone who looked in the right direction when the beams of light swept over her would be able to see. Worse, her face was leaning over the rail, but Daddy's was in shadow. Anyone who did look up would focus on her. Actually, it was so far and so dark that no one would really be able to tell, but in that moment she felt completely exposed. They would see her face, blushing furiously, as she got fucked by her Daddy.

And, perversely, as the heat in her face rose, her pussy got wetter. It had been wet all night, but now her juices were flooding over Daddy's cock. As he pounded into her against the railing, she was so ashamed at being taken publicly, but the shame made her hornier, which made her feel like such a whore, which made her more ashamed, which made her hornier.

The cycle swirled around and around until, as she caught sight of two faces staring up from below--faces that she somehow knew belonged to subs, subs who knew what was happening, and who were equal parts scandalized and envious--Daddy came, grunting harshly like he did when he was especially horny. It made her realize the effect she had been having on him all night; she might be the most wanton slut in the club, but she was Daddy's, and Daddy liked her that way. She straightened a little as Daddy finished, and her expression, looking down from the balcony, might have said, "That's right, bitches."

There was just one problem. Daddy put himself back together, then took her arm and led her--on shaky legs--back downstairs. They did get drinks, then returned to the nook, where she again leaned against him, though more subdued than before.

The problem was, she hadn't cum, and she was still horny! The tatters of her panties tickling her thighs and the glance from V--who, even of no one else did, knew a fresh-fucked sub when she saw one--only made it worse, and her poor pussy was begging for attention.

After a while, things began to wind down. Daddy squeezed her bare buttock under her skirt and murmured to her, "I think it's time to go home," and she nodded.

They walked to the garage, where they had parked in a corner. She had been holding his arm with both of hers, but to her surprise when they got to the big SUV, he opened the back door, not the front. He climbed in and slid to the middle of the back seat, then pulled her in after him and closed the door.

Daddy lifted her to straddle him, her head bent forward against the headliner. She felt his bulge again, and as he kissed her she reached down and opened his pants. "You've been a naughty kitten tonight," he whispered.

She freed his cock and slid herself onto him; the solid pole filled her like it always did. He pulled her coat open and pushed her t-shirt up, her breasts falling out the bottom. As he buried his face in her cleavage she began riding him up and down, bucking her hips, his cock rubbing against just the right spot...

With a cry her orgasm broke over her and she clutched him tightly, her face in his neck, him flooding her a second time. He let her ride as long as she liked, then held her, heaving, against him until she quieted.

When they got home, he lifted his Kitten out of the seat so as not to wake her and carried her in his arms into the house.