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"Beg me," I finally told her, fingers tracing her lips. "Beg to be fucked."
She looked like she was going to snap back, but the desperation must've gotten the best of her, and her bottom lip trembled as she said, "Please, Sir. I need you. Fuck me... Please, please, fuck me."
I took my cock out of my pants, gliding it along the red lines left on her juicy little ass. "I might pick a different hole tonight."
She gasped as she felt me poking between her cheeks. "Sir, I..."
"You don't want it?"
She swallowed thickly, eyes fearfully meeting mine. "I do... I think..."
"Good." I smirked, turning my attention to her tight ass and parting her cheeks with a groan. "Goddamn it, Kitty, you're fucking perfect."
I spat on her exposed, puckered hole, watching my spit dribble into her ass. I kept going until she was wet enough to handle me, and then started pushing inside her, gently but insistently. She gasped, and it felt like the gasp never stopped. It turned into a long, scared moan as I entered her. She was impossibly tight, making me clench my teeth together in an effort to hold back.
It would've been so easy to just fill her then and there, but I needed to pace myself, to wait before I took her fully. So I waited, slowly filling her, inch by fucking inch until she was devastatingly close, begging me for a release I was reluctant to give her since she'd been such a bad girl for me.
But as I fucked her, I found myself getting closer and closer too, and I couldn't hold back much longer, needing my Kitty as desperately as she needed me.
"You want to be filled up?" I muttered in her ear.
"Yes," she whispered. "Fill my hole, Sir..."
"Which hole?"
"My..." She swallowed thickly. "Fill my ass please, Sir."
I grabbed her hair and held it firmly in my fist as I fucked my first load into her tight, accepting hoel. She came with me, without permission, but for once, I didn't give a damn. All I wanted was to feel her body trembling against mine as I emptied my load into her.
Afterward, I held her in my arms and we fell asleep right there, in the playroom bed. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to find her curled up practically on top of me, clinging on for dear life.
Absent-mindedly, I stroked her soft hair, wondering how this would all end.
Kitty deserved a happy ending.Chapter 15
Amicia
Time was passing fast. Too fast.
We were getting closer and closer to Christmas and the date Grayson would let me go. Since I'd confessed my feelings to him, he'd been even more gentle and kind with me, but it filled me with worry that he'd send me away once our time together was up. After all, he'd paid for my time for a reason, and he'd told me plenty of times before he never kept his playthings for longer than a few weeks.
Still, I found myself hoping I'd mean more to him than most of his other toys. I wanted to stay. I wanted him to make me stay with him, to ask me to be his forever. But I hadn't expressed those thoughts yet, and as the twentieth of the month rolled around, I woke up in a cold sweat from yet another nightmare, clinging onto Grayson out of pure fear of him abandoning me.
I'd been dreaming of Margaret every night. The terrors never went away, the horrible feeling of guilt threatening to eat me up whole.
It was my fault Margaret was gone, and I'd never be able to forgive myself.
One night, years ago, I'd arranged to meet a man who'd lend me money in secret.
I hadn't wanted Margaret to find out about my secret appointment, knowing she wouldn't approve. So, I'd found the contact through a friend of a friend—someone who I knew was sketchy but could surely help me out of the hole I'd dug for myself. Loyalty bonded me to Margaret, but I was eager for dance lessons. And while I paid for her expensive groceries—none of which I ever got to experience—I kept wishing she'd lend me some money, at least a little bit, to pay for the dancing lessons I wanted to attend so very badly. But that time never came.
The man I was meeting arrived twenty minutes late, and by the time he'd appeared in the back alley behind a grocery store, I was freezing in the chilly winter air. He asked me for a name, and I instantly panicked, rattling off Margaret's name in a frenzy. The man didn't question me. He barely even looked at me, pulling out a stack of cash.
"You want this?" he'd asked me. "I've got five grand here."
"I... I don't need five grand," I'd whispered. "Just a couple hundred... I don't need much more..."
