I just saw how his eyes flashed at the sight of me naked, on the floor, on all fours.

Young, handsome, I would even say handsome. Expecting something completely different, I opened my mouth in surprise, not understanding where the beast that the cat promised me was. Tall, with a strict military bearing, in a uniform camisole with a strip of golden buttons and epaulettes, he was akin to an aristocrat, but not like an animal, as my imagination painted in detail.

Cold steel eyes, with some kind of disturbing brilliance, meticulously examined me, especially focusing on my bare buttocks, which I immediately quickly unfolded, hiding from prying eyes.

His...