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I feel guilty because of how she’s behaving with me now. She’s going out of her way to make sure that all of the superficial needs a man has in a relationship are covered and covered in spades. I can count on an orgasm within a half-hour of arriving at her home unless I arrive and tell her I’m taking her out to dinner or something. Then, I’ll have an orgasm within a half hour of us returning.

A typical day is me showing up and her giving me a blowjob. Then, she sits me down at the table to enjoy the dinner she’s made. Then, she’ll passionately make love to me. In the morning, she’ll wake me with a blowjob.

Damn it, I know this is a strange thing to complain about. I can’t help it. I don’t want her to be what she thinks I want or need. I want her to be Makayla.

All of those things are irrelevant right now. In fact, while I’m a lion, they won’t influence me at all. Already, after only a few minutes of strolling along, the guilt is gone. When I am human again, it will return. However, I have found that it diminishes day by day regardless of a shift. I know that Makayla is exerting a great deal of extra effort to please me and make me want her. She’s trying to find a way to make me unable to imagine life without her. She has all of the training of a modern-day twenty-two-year-old to try to accomplish that.

She doesn’t realize that I already can’t imagine life without her. I couldn’t imagine life without her even before she returned from college. Of course, there is more to it now in that I’d just about resigned myself to not having a romantic relationship with her. I assumed she would have moved on, I think. It was a fair assumption. She’s young and beautiful. She most certainly was pursued in college.

And yet she came home to me.

No. She came home. She came home and we ended up together. I don’t believe her purpose was to come home to me. It doesn’t matter, though. I am soon to be king of all lions, and if I want her, than the girl is mine.

Mine.

Of course, when I shift back, my royalty ebbs a bit like the tide and the adamance of those thoughts disappears. Yes, I want her. Yes, there are those who would defend to the death the right of a royal to make that reason enough. Yes, I want her and she is very happy to be with me. But there still remains the vaguely troubling idea that this is wrong, that I’m failing my father. I’m failing myself. Most importantly, I’m failing my Makayla.

I realize I’ve shifted almost a mile from the car. That means I either need to shift back to lion form or walk as a naked human. Nakedness doesn’t really bother shifters as it does pure humans but I suppose there’s a chance a helicopter or plane might fly overhead. I take a brief moment to consider the odds. I suppose it’s even possible a stray hiker might stumble upon me. I take a breath because the fact that I shifted back so far from the car tells me I’m far more troubled about the situation with Makayla than I thought I was. I stand there for a moment considering that. I think I imagine the sound of an engine in the far, far distance. I think I imagine it but it’s enough to get me moving. I shift back and my human thoughts and doubts recede again.

The texture of the world around me changes. The rustling whispers of the grass and shrubs as the wind caresses them grow louder. The distant murmur of water finding its way through rocks makes its way to me, and I’m almost distracted by a small colony of rabbits. They’re lucky I’ve eaten.

But even with the heightened senses and the calm, my thoughts circle back to Makayla. I think about her laugh, her anger, her strength. I miss it. She’s too busy fucking me left and right and making sure I know how much sex I’ll get from her if I stay with her to be herself. She clings to me but not openly. She just keeps presenting herself as some sort of ecstasy machine and all I need to do is keep showing up to enjoy it.

I get to the car and shift back. I want Mackie back. Don’t get me wrong. It’s impossible to avoid desiring her physically, and it’s very difficult to be unhappy about how willing she is to make orgasms a constant part of my life.

But I want the girl who tempts me back.

I want her strength and her…

See, this is the why I can’t be with her. She’s too easily manipulated. I’m not even manipulating her but she’s manipulated. She’s turned into some kind of a voluntary sex slave in order to keep me close. That’s how desperately she wants us to be together. That’s what I allowed to happen when being with her in the first place.

Things just can’t go on like this. I can’t let them.

Chapter Eight

Makayla

When he arrives, I’m wearing the sluttiest damned lingerie I could find. I mean, it’s not elegant and sweet. It may as well have come with big neon signs. Put Your Dick Here!!! It’s vinyl but not in a master/servant shade of gray way. It’s a red vinyl jumper, kind of. Anyway, it’s skin-tight except my breasts are uncovered. There is a strip of uncovered area between my legs that essentially gives Daniel access to my pussy or my ass. I don’t have one of those BDSM hoods but I do have my hair pulled back in a severe ponytail and my lips are painted very deep and wet red. He knows he gets that hole, too.

And today, I’m giving him my backdoor. I’ve never given it to him before (or anyone, I guess) and I want him to have it. It’s day thirty, and I want him to go out with a very specific kind of bang.

Actually, I guess I don’t want him to have it, not really. I mean, it’s pretty frightening. I want him to know, however, that it’s one more thing he gets from me. It’s one more thing that will be available to him if he doesn’t end things with me. I don’t want him to go out with a bang at all. I want him to stay in a relationship where he can bang me any way he wants. He can have my mouth, my pussy, and my ass all he wants and all he has to do to enjoy that is to enjoy it. Maybe in six months or so, I’ll surprise him with another girl. I have a college girlfriend who tried to get me to do a threesome with her several times. Maybe she’ll do it.

“Wow,” he says.

I smile at him and say, “I bought this just for you.” I say. I’m nervous, though, because the way his voice sounds seems off to me, like it’s not the kind of wow you want your man to say if he sees you in a sexy outfit. I drive that thought from my mind and sway my way toward him. He seems a little stiff but he’s often like that after work. I lift myself up on tiptoes and kiss his ear before I say, “And you get to bend me over and have my virgin ass today, Baby.”

“All right,” he says almost sternly. “This isn’t working. This just isn’t working.”

My heart sinks and I feel like I’m going to die. “But don’t you want to have the tightest hole I’ve…”

“Damn it, Mackie, stop!” His tone of voice is shockingly stern and shockingly powerful as well. I think this is the first time I’ve ever actually been afraid of him. I mean, I don’t think this man will hurt me. Of course not. He’s still scary right now, though. He stares at me and I can see the anger in his eyes. “I don’t mean this relationship isn’t working,” he says, “I mean that…”

“But I can make the relationship work,” I plead, “I can change. I’ll do anything you want me...”

“Mackie, shut up and listen to me!” He snaps.

I’m a fucking idiot because him snapping at me like this really, really turns me on. I don’t know why. The control, I guess. I look at him and say, “But I… wait… wait… did you say you don’t think the relationship isn’t working?”

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