Page 131 of Forfeits

Metal clanged softly, and I heard a zip as Aiden moved behind me. He eased the prostate wand out and settled the head of his lubed dick at my hole.

I wiggled with anticipation and desperate desire. My cock had softened from the milking, but as Aiden sank his into me, pleasure bloomed from inside.

I snorted, and Aiden cursed.

“I’m going to give you something to hold on to, my dirty little piggy,” he grunted, and I knew what was happening here. He wasn’t going to let me come, at least not yet.

“Such a lucky little piggy, to get what I’m going to give you…” he panted out, fucking me with pragmatic and steady motions, with only one aim, to get himself off so he could dump a quart of semen inside me—my reward.

The sense of objectification and debasement quadrupled, and I squealed my appreciation.

Use me and abuse me! Dump your spunk in me and let me wallow in my shame and accept my lowly place. I ask for nothing but scraps of irrelevant pleasure from the process.

I squealed and snorted as he thrust into me, acting like I hated every minute, when the opposite was true. I doubled down on what he’d asked of me, figuring he’d enjoy it.

“Squeal, little piggy, squeal. I’ll give you what you need.”

He went faster, his breaths quick and bracketed by soft moans. Deep thrusts now—one, two, three and he stilled, snugging against me and unloading with a drawn-out groan, bending over me so far that I felt his hot breath on the skin of my back.

I squealed, quieter now, the knowledge that he’d buried his hot spunk in me making me dizzy. He sighed and finished up with slow, seductive thrusts of his still-hard cock, to demonstrate how pleased he was.

“Oh yeah. Such a good little piggy. Such a dirty little piggy.” He was tired after all that.

I whimpered, desperate for more.

“Mmm. Now I’m going to keep you dirty,” Aiden murmured, sliding out and no-doubt watching as a tiny dribble of his spunk escaped. He pushed the piggy tail into me again, as I swooned with happiness.

“Now I’ve fed your greedy little piggy hole and stopped it up. How do you like that?”

I listened as he cleaned himself and zipped up, then came around and very methodically and impersonally, jerked my cock until I exploded all over the floor in an ecstasy of sublime objectification.

Chapter Twenty-One

Not a Proposal

Afterward, as he unbound me and cleaned me up, removing the tail and having me sit on a towel for a few minutes so I wouldn’t soil my underwear, I couldn’t meet his gaze. Now that we were out of the scene and I was becoming Fletcher the single parent again, I couldn’t quite believe where Aiden had taken me and how much I’d fucking loved it.

He seemed to understand and didn’t press me to engage. But when he’d finished tidying up, he came over and tipped my chin with a finger to force me to look at him.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

“More than,” I said, offering him a smile.

“You loved that.”

I frowned. “What the fuck is wrong with me? What have you done to me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you. You’re fucking perfect. And I haven’t done anything but helped you access some of your most forbidden fantasies. But…I know that can be a bit of a mind-fuck.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“But, Fletcher.”

“Yeah?”

“You are the most perfect, sweetest, dirtiest, little piggy that I could ever hope for, and I love that you let me see it. Thank you.”

“You’re…welcome?” What a strange conversation.

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