Page 83 of Kingmakers, Year Three

“Good girl,” Dean says.

I cum again, melting with pleasure and satisfaction.

“I want to see it,” Dean says.

He flips me over and shoves my face down in the pillows, pulling my hips up so my ass is in the air. He drives into me from behind, fucking me hard and fast.

I know he’s looking at the plug in my ass. I should feel embarrassed by that.

But right now I don’t give a fuck. We’re way past shyness. I want Dean to take his pleasure out of me any way he likes. I want my body to be his plaything.

“Harder,” I beg. “Fuck me harder.”

I want more, more, more.

There’s never enough.

Dean roars as he explodes into me, what feels like a gallon of cum pumping out of him.

I turn my face into the pillows, grinning with delight.

15

DEAN

Only a week remains before Christmas.

That means I only have one more week with Cat as my pet.

That’s a problem, because I’m completely fixated on her. She occupies my mind night and day.

An additional problem: I fucking need her to cum.

I tested it on Saturday morning when Bram walked down to the village with Valon.

I stayed alone in our dorm room, setting myself up in my bed, planning to try to stroke my cock light and steady like Cat does. I wanted to prove to myself that I was the one in control of my orgasms. That I could make myself cum over and over just like she does, that I didn’t need her.

I laid back and tried to think of things other than Cat. I didn’t even want to use her for mental stimulation.

But no matter what kind of woman I tried to picture, tall or short, thin or curvy, I couldn’t get hard. They all seemed bland and insipid, as plastic as dolls.

I only felt that spark of lust when I pictured Cat on her knees before me, with that wild mane of dark curls all around her face, and those big, innocent eyes looking up at me above her mischievous smile.

Then my cock swelled to life. I couldn’t help but picture her crawling around in that sinuous way, the candlelight gleaming on her tight body.

I scowled, thinking that I would use her for fantasy, but I’d cum all on my own, without her touch.

I stroked myself, imagining it was Cat’s small hand wrapped around my cock, making it look enormous.

My hand was too big, too rough, too clumsy. It felt wrong.

Far from cumming multiple times, I couldn’t bring myself to climax at all.

I wanted her, not myself.

Disgusted, I flung the covers off and went to shower, pent up and furious.

I can’t be this dependent on her. Especially not with so little time left.

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