Dean is already carrying me over to his bed.
I have one wild moment of hope that we’re going to lay down so he can keep kissing and touching me, but instead he sits on the edge of the bed, yanking me down across his knees.
I don’t understand what he’s doing.
I try to stand up, but he shoves my head down with his left hand. With his right, he pulls my skirt up around my waist and rips my panties down around my knees.
“I HATE getting dirty,” he growls. “You embarrassed me, Cat. You made me angry.”
He brings one large, hard hand crashing down on my bare ass cheek.
SMACK!
I shriek.
“Ow, fuck! What the hell!”
SMACK!
He spanks me again, on the other cheek.
“Ow, Dean, don’t you fucking dare!”
SMACK!
“I told you not to call me that.”
SMACK!
“OW!” I howl, trying to squirm away.
SMACK!
SMACK!
“You need to learn to behave,” Dean says.
For a moment his hand rests on my throbbing asscheek. His palm is warm. As he squeezes my buttocks, the gentle pressure soothes my stung flesh.
He massages my ass, then lets his hand slide down between my legs so he can stroke his fingers against my pussy again.
“We don’t have to fight, little kitten,” he says. His voice is smoother than melted butter. “If you’re an obedient pet, I could be a very kind master . . .”
His words fill me with rage. I’m not a kitten, and I’m sure as fuck not his pet.
But his fingers against my clit are a shot of dopamine direct to the brain. They make my whole body flop limp across his lap, like I really am a little kitten being scratched behind the ears. His touch makes me weak. It makes me squirm against him, begging for more pressure, more penetration . . .
“Please . . .” I murmur.
“Is this what you want?” Dean slips one finger inside me.
“Yes . . .” I groan.
“Then promise. Promise to do whatever I say.”
I bite my lip, outraged at his demands. Outraged at how he’s treating me.
At the same time, I’m rolling my hips against his hand, wanting him to use two fingers again, wanting him to give me what I need . . .
When I fail to answer, Dean pulls his hand away.
SMACK!
He slaps me on the ass again, even harder. The flesh is already red and throbbing from before. This second spanking makes my ass burn like his hand is coated in hot pepper.
“OW!” I cry.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Say it,” Dean hisses.
I shake my head, pinned down by Dean’s arm on my back, my nails digging into his calf.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“Say it!” He barks.
“Alright!” I cry.
“Say, ‘Yes, sir.’ ”
“Yes, sir!”
That punishing hand returns to my pussy once more, and this time he rubs me like he did before, with steady, firm pressure, and two fingers pushed inside me.
The relief of getting what I want is immense. My eyes are closed, my face turned in toward his thigh. I’m humping his hand with no thought for how stupid I might look, how degrading it is to be this desperate.
His ring and pinky fingers slide in and out of me and his index and middle finger rub my clit. I press my face against his thigh and I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent off his skin.
The tornado hits. I’m caught up in the whirlwind, the whole room spinning around me as I cum harder than I ever have in my life, all over the hand of my enemy.
When it’s over, I lay limp and shaking across Dean’s lap.
The position is humiliating. My throbbing ass is humiliating.
But I feel a deep and intense pleasure as Dean growls, “Good girl.”
7
Dean
Cat stands up shakily, her face as red as her ass.
She can’t look me in the eye.
She pulls her panties up from around her knees and smooths down her skirt.
Her hair is a wild halo of black curls. Her skin has never looked more clear and glowing. Her dark lashes lay like twin fans against her freckled cheeks.
Cat has changed since she came to Kingmakers. She used to look weak and childish. But when I felt her body, there was a new firmness to the flesh, a flexible and pliant strength like a gymnast. When I picked her up, she easily wrapped her legs around my waist and held up her own weight while she bounced up and down on my hand. I doubt she could have done that a year ago.
Her hair is longer than it was. Wilder. I’ve enjoyed telling her how to wear it each day. Enjoyed seeing the slim stalk of her neck when her hair is pulled up in a ponytail or bun. Enjoyed even more the days when it’s loose and wind-blown.
My heart beats like a war drum.
I want to pick her up and throw her down on that bed again.
But I have to pull back for a moment. I have to give her space.
Because I just discovered something very interesting about my timid little kitten.
She has a hunger inside her.
And when she’s hungry, she’ll do anything to eat.
I just gave her a little snack.
If I wait, she’s sure to want more.
Cat is fidgeting in place, unable to speak and embarrassed by the silence. I know she wants to leave, but I’m not done looking at her yet.
I’m fascinated by the dichotomy between her diminutive frame and the ferocity with which she kissed me. Fascinated by her innocent face hiding the depravity that lives inside of her.
Who the fuck is this girl? Who is she really?
“I don’t know what that was,” Cat says awkwardly.
Her tone is half apology, half resentment.
“Yes, you do,” I reply.
Now those dark eyes flit up for just an instant, before dropping again. Cat flushes redder than ever, biting hard on the corner of her lip. Her lips are swollen from kissing, a streak of my blood at the corner of her mouth.
“Cat,” I summon her.
Her eyes rise again without her control, fixed on mine as if mesmerized.
“Go to class on your own tomorrow,” I say.
She looks confused and almost disappointed. She doesn’t know if that’s a punishment or a reward.
I don’t clarify. I just stride over to the door and hold it open so she can leave.
Cat hurries out, without a word of farewell.
I close the door and lock it, before returning to my bed. I lay back against the pillows, staring up at the bare wooden beams of the ceiling.
I slip my hand inside my boxer shorts, gripping the shaft of my rock-hard cock.
I picture Cat’s ass, round and firm, glowing red from spanking, with a distinct handprint from the hardest slap.
I remember the way she squirmed against my thighs and the little shrieks and moans she let out, helpless against the pleasure and the pain.
My hand slides up and down the shaft of my cock, the flesh rigid and hot, the head throbbing as my palm glides over it.
Never in my life have I enjoyed a sexual encounter more, and I didn’t even cum.
I’ve fucked pretty girls. Dozens of them.
But fucking hell, there’s something different about Cat’s tight, petite little frame. The way I can lift and manipulate her so easily, the way I can hold her down with one hand.