Page 48 of Kingmakers, Year Three

All it means is that someone loves you. Someone’s taking care of you.

I’ve always been a good girl, eager to please . . .

Maybe I needed a master all along . . .

Dean’s breath is speeding up. He rolls his hips, pushing his cock a little deeper into my mouth. He thrusts his hand into my hair, gripping the back of my skull, manipulating the angle of my head so he can push his cock further in.

Now I’m gagging a little and it’s harder to keep pace, but he’s still rubbing my pussy with his other hand, pushing his fingers inside of me while he pushes his cock down my throat.

I’m starting to feel that building pressure again, that ball of heat expanding in my belly. My mouth is extraordinarily sensitive from all that sucking, my lips and tongue and even the soft flesh of my throat all engorged and throbbing like the inside of my pussy. My mouth is as erogenous as my clit, and the dual sensation of penetration, orally and vaginally, is bringing me to climax.

I start to cum, waves of pleasure flowing through me with each thrust of Dean’s fingers. I moan around his cock again. The vibration of my throat tips Dean over the edge. His cock begins to twitch, and thick, warm spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, coating my tongue.

Dean lets out a long, tortured groan, a sound so primal that it scares me. And yet . . . I like that, too. I like having that effect on him.

His cum is slippery and hot. It startles me. He holds my head down, ordering, “Swallow it. Every drop.”

I gulp and swallow, trying to obey.

The taste isn’t bad—it’s the volume that makes me struggle. He keeps cumming, at least five or six spurts until I think I’m going to drown in it.

At last he releases my head, and I sit up, wiping my mouth on the back of my arm. My whole body is loose and warm, suffused with shivers that pass over my flesh without warning.

Dean leans back on his elbows, his eyes heavy, his body drained.

I’ve never seen him so relaxed.

I’m waiting for his judgment. I want to know how I performed.

He looks at me, then takes my chin in his hand. He pulls me forward so he can kiss me, not giving a fuck that I still have his cum in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he growls.

9

DEAN

If I thought I was fixated on Cat before, it’s nothing compared to my obsession with my own personal pet.

I tell her to wear the collar everywhere she goes, all day long.

And then I see her walking to class dressed as innocently as ever, backpack over her shoulders, oversized shirt hanging down above her knee socks, with the mark of my authority wrapped around her neck.

It drives me insane.

My cock is hard as steel all fucking day.

I can’t stop thinking about her. Can’t stop trying to catch glimpses of her. Can’t stop imagining what I’ll make her do when we’re alone at night.

I have one month to take full advantage of this.

I had considered a longer timeline—after all, I’d planned to torment her for two more years until I graduated from Kingmakers. But in the end I decided she’d never agree to it if it seemed like it would last forever. You can do anything for a month.

Sure enough, she consented without much convincing.

Because I had already discovered the crucial truth about my little kitten—she fucking likes it.

I just need to show her howmuchshe likes it. She doesn’t even know. She has no idea what I can make her do. Or how good it will feel.

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