Fifty Shades of Paws

So, someone tasked me to “Write a Fifty Shades of Grey-esque piece, but where Mr. Grey is a cat.” Now, I have never read Fifty Shades of Grey, so what I’ve made is entirely out of my own imagination, guessing my way ahead:

“She sat waiting in the dark office, her back towards the door. A silent click, a beam of light. She couldn’t see it, but she knew it was him. She could hear his soft paws on the hard office floor, her cheeks flushed.

Mr. Fluffykins smirked under his small, black nose. His pet was here, he had trained her well, she was silent until he said otherwise. Beside the smirk, his face showed no expression for or against her being there. He knew she would come sooner or later. Assuring his dominance over her, he rubbed his back against her bare calves, she wore a short skirt, and he could smell her scents. Knowingly, he brushed his soft tail up under her thigh, making her twitch in the chair. He didn’t say a thing, when he jumped into her lap, he was in control of that, anyway. A slight moan escaped her lips, and her cheeks flushed red again. A disapproving look from him quickly brought her to silence once more.”