His Filthy Game

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by Cassandra Dee


  She obeyed, taking me completely, letting my dick hit the back of her throat. I groaned in pleasure. Fucking her mouth with the gag had it’s own allure, but this way was even more intense.

  Kitty licked up and down my shaft, flicking the tip with her tongue. She grabbed my cock with her hand, pumping it hard, and massaged my balls with the other hand.

  Fuck, she’d learned a lot in our month together. That perfect mouth of hers could fuck my dick like a professional.

  I grabbed Kitty’s ass, pulling her pussy to me, and licking her folds as she sucked and deep-throated my cock.

  “Oh, Master,” Kitty cried as she pumped my dick with her hand and I plunged two fingers into her pussy, both of us pleasuring each other at the same time. “Fuck, yes,” she screamed.

  I pushed my fingers in and out of her, fucking her with them, as she took me in her mouth again and again. She licked her way down to the base of my dick again, shoving her face in my trimmed hair. Her breath was hot on my skin as she panted and gripped my cock, driving her hand up and down it.

  “Fuck, Kitty, that feels good.” My grunts filled the air as Kitty kissed the patch of hair and moaned into it. Her hand tightened around my dick, pumping faster and faster.

  She was close, her juices dripping onto my face as I gripped her ass with one hand, the other pushing into her as I sucked on her clit.

  “Oh god,” she screamed, coming hard, “Yes, Master. Yes!”

  Her thighs shook on either side of my face, but I didn’t stop, stretching her orgasm as far as I could.

  And then her mouth was devouring me, sucking my cock harder than she’d ever done before, pulling my own orgasm to her. My dick throbbed and twitched as my own climax exploded in her mouth again, filling her with my hot and sticky cum.

  She drank me down, still pumping me with her hand as she sucked every last drop out of me.

  “God, Kitty,” I said, not even sure if the words were loud enough for her to hear as I rode my orgasm to the end. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  Kitty moaned as I pulled my fingers out her tight pussy and licked her folds, sucking her clit until her own climax faded away.

  When our breathing slowed, the last of our orgasms ebbing away, I moved Kitty off of me, nudging her to lie in the bed. I stood up, abrupt and ready to leave. If I stayed another minute, I’d take Kitty completely. Just like she wanted. And if that happened, I’d be lost forever, unable to give her up.

  It would be the end of me.

  And the end of her future.

  “Connor,” she said, back to begging. “Fuck me, please.”

  Her sultry voice, her vulnerable appearance, sent blood rushing back into my dick, hardening it once again. Kitty saw the effect she had on me and looked at me with her big brown eyes pleadingly. I could feel my walls melting, could feel the resolve slowly fading. I was ready to give in to her.

  I shook my head, yanking my pants on, and crossed the room. A flash of disapproval decorated Kitty’s face.

  Kitty didn’t move. Didn’t call out for me. She stayed on the bed, silently pleading with me. She wanted more.

  But I couldn’t.

  The boundary had been set between the two of us.

  I was her dominant.

  She was my submissive.

  There were only a few days left in our contract. I couldn’t fuck her if it meant more to me than just a fuck now. I loved her and it made all the difference.

  I knew she didn’t understand, but how could I tell her?

  Love was never supposed to be part of our arrangement.

  I took one last look at Kitty. She stayed on the bed, vulnerable and exposed and tempting me. The doorknob tight in my hand, my knuckles turned white. It took everything in me not to rush back to her and fuck her senseless the way she was begging me to, the way my dick was throbbing for.

  “We’re done for tonight, Kitty,” I said, making sure that my tone was dismissive. I closed the door behind me. If I stayed another minute I’d fuck her like she wanted and then my heart would be destroyed.

  Reaching my room, I closed the door and leaned on it, letting out a frustrated sigh. As much as I wanted Kitty to stay, this contract needed to end or there’d be nothing left of me. I couldn’t have her for another month and survive it. Besides, she had RISD to start next month. These last few days were it for us.

  There’d never been anyone that my heart craved as much as Kitty Davis. If I’d known that falling in love with her would be part of this deal, then maybe I wouldn’t have chosen her.

  Because I wasn’t sure what would be left of me after she was gone.

  Kitty was hurting too. It was obvious that her heart was breaking right along with mine. But was it because she cared about me as much as I cared about her?

  If I didn’t love her so much then it would be easy to keep her with me. But she had a brighter future without me. Without being kept from her dreams.

  Kitty had a future, and I wasn’t in it. My ways were too selfish. She deserved better. It might hurt us both for me to do what was right for the girl, but in the end, her life would be much better if things ended with our contract.

  Because if they didn’t, then I might never be able to let her go.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kitty

  Sitting on my bed, I stared blankly at the door. Connor would be coming to get me for another session soon. But last night wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind. I’d begged and pleaded for him to touch me, to fuck me completely, and he’d refused. His toys weren’t the same as having him inside of me.

  No matter what Connor said.

  Orgasm after orgasm last night had given me bliss, but the pleasure wasn’t the same. It had to be him.

  I wanted Connor and no toy would ever fulfill me the same.

  But he’d refused me at every turn. And it fucking broke my heart.

  Why wouldn’t he fuck me? What had changed?

  The knob turned, the soft sound echoing thunderously in my ears. My heart sped up. Would Connor be the dom from last night or the man who’d stolen my heart?

  He stood in the doorway, wearing the black pajama pants once again. “We have three days left until the contract ends. It’s time for you to learn how to pleasure yourself. Meet me in the playroom in five minutes,” he said, arms crossed.

  The authority seeped from his words and shook me. He looked at me with cold, demanding eyes before turning away and closing the door without another word. There was no trace of the Connor I’d first met; he’d been replaced by a stony dominant.

  I found a pink rose teddy negligee that almost matched the first lingerie I’d worn for Connor. Maybe it could remind him of our first time and bring him back to me. It certainly was the opposite of the black dominatrix outfit he’d picked out for me the other day.

  In the playroom, I waited for my master, kneeling in the middle of the room with my head hung low. For the first time, I truly felt like a slave.

  Connor entered the room, silent except for his steps. Even with the rift between us, anticipation built in me as I waited for his command.

  I could feel the heat of his gaze as he stepped around me. His breathing had deepened as he took in my outfit, the way the sheer fabric cupped by breasts and flared at my waist. Did my choice of lingerie work? Hope bubbled inside of me. Maybe the harsh dom would disappear and Connor would make love to me again.

  “I won’t be touching you anymore, Kitty,” he finally said, the words slicing into me like a guillotine blade. Hope was a dangerous thing and it was stupid of me to let it grow.

  My head shot up and I met his icy gaze. There was no remorse in his face, only a cold sneer. “What?” I asked.

  He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve developed an unhealthy attachment to me. You were begging me last night, desperately begging. I have to do something about it before you leave for college.”

  College? What did RISD have to do with him fucking me? Was that what this was all about? That I was heading off to R
ISD after the contract ended? Connor was the one that had pushed me to go. That had gotten everything set up for me.

  Or was this really because I’d grown feelings for him? I thought Connor cared about me too. Was I an idiot to believe he could love me too?

  “What do you mean?” I demanded, standing up of my own will and not caring that Connor hadn’t told me to yet. Screw the rules.

  “You’ve grown too attached. You’ve developed feelings of some sort,” he responded, sounding so nonchalant. “And it’s not good for you. It’ll only be harder for you when you leave.”

  “I can take it,” I immediately said. “I’ll be fine. Don’t withhold yourself from me, Connor. I promise, you don’t have to worry about me.”

  His blue eyes still remained unfazed and my hands reached out to touch him. “Don’t end this already.” My hand lingered on his arm and he tensed under my touch. “We have three more days. Don’t waste them. Give us both what we want. I know you want to fuck me just as badly as I want you, all of you.”

  Connor gritted his teeth and shook his head, standing his ground. He removed my hand from him. “No, and this isn’t up for discussion. I won’t be touching you anymore, so you’d better learn how to fully pleasure yourself.”

  “I don’t need you for that,” I told him, feeling the heat of rejection burning my chest. “I need you. I need your cock filling my wet pussy.”

  I hated how dismissive he was, how he didn’t even want to listen to me, and hated how his decision was the law. He didn’t even care about consulting me.

  I’d never felt more like his paid whore than in that moment. Nothing more to him than a submissive he’d hired and would throw away in three days.

  Connor wasn’t budging. He was looking at me with stony eyes, the remorse completely gone from his face. “You’re in no position to say no, Kitty.”

  “Red,” I suddenly said, and Connor looked at me surprised. I hadn’t used our safe word before, not when his spanking caused tears or when he shoved his entire fist in my ass. But right now, I couldn’t take this. I couldn’t look at Connor and only see the harsh dom and not the man I’d fallen for. Being commanded, without no say of my own, was too much right now. “Red,” I screamed the word at him, tears streaming down my face.

  I ran from Connor, wanting to hide in the confines of my bedroom. But just as I was about to leave the playroom, he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me tightly to him.

  I struggled under his grasp as he snapped, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Through my tears, I could see the mixture of emotions in those piercing blue eyes that had captured my heart. “Getting the hell away from you.”

  “You can’t,” he said, voice as hard as a hammer strike. “There are still three days left in the contract until you’re free. You’re still mine.”

  “You can take that stupid contract and shove it up your ass!” I shouted, breaking free from his hold. Connor stared at me in complete shock. “I don’t want anything from you anymore!”

  He chuckled mercilessly and shook his head. “Oh, Kitty. I know you still want me.”

  Pain tore at my heart, more intense than ever before. I’d never known that loving someone could hurt so much. My broken heart would never heal after this. I fell to my knees, sobbing at Connor’s feet.

  “I do want you,” I cried, unable to stop myself from confessing. “So bad that it’s strangling me. All of you, Connor. Not just the sex, but you. I want you, Connor Cartwright.”

  I looked helpless and vulnerable, but didn’t care about how weak he would see me. All my walls were down and if this was my only chance at a confession, then I was going to take it.

  “And it’s more than just want, Connor. Because I love you,” I whispered, wanting to coat my words with the depths of my emotions for him. “I fell for you, Connor. Hard. Whether you’d catch me or not,” I said, looking straight into his blue eyes. “But you’re pushing me away before I’ve even hit the ground.”

  Like a slap to the face, my words hit him, changing his entire demeanor back to the Connor that I loved. He knelt in front of me and reached out for my hand, interlacing it with his. Without a word, he pulled me to him, pressing a soft and tender kiss to my lips.

  The salt of my tears coated our kiss, but the kindness in his touch washed away the pain in my heart, the hurt from the past few days.

  Until there was only love and warmth left between us.

  Connor drew back, and in his eyes was such a rawness, ache and love combining, that it would have brought me to my knees if I weren’t already there. He was as vulnerable to me as I was to him.

  Gently, Connor laid me down on the floor, kissing every exposed piece of skin softly.

  How could so much love be found in such small, soft kisses? I didn’t know that was possible.

  “Connor,” I started, but he simply shushed me softly.

  “Let me show you how I really feel,” he said, gazing down at me between placing one light kiss after another onto my cheeks until my tears had disappeared.

  Like a whisper, he slipped my lingerie off my shoulders, slid the ribbon open where a bow had held the front closed. His movements were nothing like the harsh dom he’d pretended to be earlier. They were gentle and sweet, cautious and caring. He left feather-light kisses on my breasts and stomach and then his lips were back on mine.

  Gently, he eased his length into me, rocking slowly above me. He didn’t pick up the pace and I wasn’t begging him to go faster. My hands roamed his body. Connor had bound my hands so often that I’d barely been able to do this and now I couldn’t stop exploring the hard muscles of his body, drinking in every inch of this man.

  Everything about this time was different. Even though we both liked it when he was rough, this slow and sensual sex felt just as amazing, full of emotion and not just animalistic desires. He didn’t plow into me harshly or pinch and bite at my skin and nipples. His thumb wasn’t rubbing my clit to build my orgasm until it overwhelmed me.

  He was simply thrusting himself into me, gentle and steady. And for once, I liked going slow. Emotion and pleasure mingled together instead of only carnal cravings.

  This wasn’t just sex. Connor was making love to me, our bodies tangled with each other and dancing to the rhythm of our heartbeats, giving in to what our feelings commanded. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what it felt like to be cherished and loved.

  Connor stared down at me, emotions mixing in his gaze, and I almost lost myself in the blue abyss. The gentleness in his eyes pierced my heart. I didn’t know that it was still possible to fall for him even more.

  “Oh Connor,” I said, moaning on his name as my orgasm built. The pace increased ever so slightly as Connor neared his own climax too. I traced my fingers down the muscles of his arms, holding onto him as the pleasure coursed through me.

  He pumped into me, keeping with the gentle speed. His mouth captured mine, swallowing my moans of ecstasy.

  “Kitty,” he said, grunting as he pushed in and pulled out of me, over and over again. His hard length filling me completely, his love satisfying me in a way the primal thrusting never had.

  His hands roamed over my sensitive skin, massaging my exposed breasts and trailing over my stomach. The light touches had my orgasm cresting and exploding inside of me.

  “Connor. Oh god,” I whispered in his ear, barely able to speak from the pleasure. “I love you.”

  When he heard my words, I felt his own orgasm release, his cum hot as it filled me. He groaned into my hair, whispering words of love back to me. “You’re so perfect,” he said. “And mine, Kitty. You’re mine.”

  He grunted, thrusting his hard shaft into me once more, before burying his head into my shoulder and gently nipping at it.

  Slowly, as if still savoring the feeling of being inside of me, Connor pulled himself out and kissed the top of my head. He rested on the floor next to me, pulling me closer as I wrapped myself around him.

  I’d never
known Connor to be so gentle, so tender in his love-making. Even during my first time, he had set it at his own pace.

  But this time around, he was slow and sensual, letting the orgasm gradually build. My heart fluttered at the tenderness he’d shown. His actions spoke so loud, screaming his feelings at me.

  I glanced at him, watching as he stared up at the ceiling, the glow of the fluorescent light reflecting in his blue eyes. Was he thinking about me, about us? Was he thinking about the last few days we had left in the contract? What would happen once it ended now? I didn’t want to just leave him, but would he want me to stay?

  Desperation clawed at me. I couldn’t give him up now. Not after seeing the emotion in his gaze as he made love to me. Not after the kisses that held such feeling in them, that showed me the same love that I had for him—even if he hadn’t said it yet.

  It didn’t matter if he didn’t say he loved me too. I could feel it in his touch. When I looked up at him again, he was already staring back at me. I leaned up to him and kissed him gently on the lips.

  His smile melted my heart. I was deeply and irrevocably in love with this man.

  I had three days left with him. There might not be more than that after the contract ended, but at least I had those few days left.

  And I was going to make the most out of them.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Connor

  I’d never felt at peace in my entire life, but I was in that moment. We were both sprawled on the floor, completely content. Kitty’s head was on my chest as she listened to my heartbeat. My arms were wrapped around her and I’d been kissing the top of her head from time to time, relishing the fact that, right then, she was wholly mine.

  But I couldn’t pretend anymore. Keeping her at arm’s length had hurt both of us, but now, Kitty had confessed that she had feelings for me. That she loved me. The words were sweet on my tongue as I mouthed them to myself.

 

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