Chapter 31

Cevine’s odd comment throws me off completely. Suddenly instead of contemplating the tangled web of my feelings and future, my mind keeps straying to whether Khysmet would actually do what I tell him in bed. It’s sort of a welcome distraction, actually.

I think he might. I can picture it. I sort of want to try. Worst case scenario, he would just tell me to stop, right? I’m going to try it. I’m getting really excited to try it. I spend a lot of time trying to imagine what the look on his face is going to be like. I wonder if I can get him to beg like I did before the first time he fucked me. I start eagerly planning what I am going to do to him the next time he visits me in the evening.

When I hear the knock on my door that night, I launch myself from my seat and run to get it. In front of the door, I pause for a moment, taking some centering breaths, and mentally try to get in the headspace of someone who should not be questioned or fucked with. Think commanding thoughts… When I open it to find it is indeed Khysmet on the other side, I give him a sinister grin, but don’t say anything. He cocks an eyebrow, probably sensing the strange energy coming from me.

“Good evening, Cat,” he says conversationally. “Invite me in?”

I put my hand out and grab a fistfull of fabric on the front of his shirt, then tug hard to pull him in through the doorway. He stumbles at first, but he goes with it. I let the door slam behind him.

He chuckles as I lead him by his shirt across the room, taking care to not be in a rush, just persistently keeping the tension on the fabric.

“What’s all this about, sunshine?” he asks.

When we get to the couch, I push him down onto it with a not insignificant amount of force. He seems a little startled by my aggression, but still amused. I ease myself down until I’m straddling his lap, brace my hands on his shoulders, and look down my nose at him haughtily.

“We’re going to change things up a little tonight,” I say, enunciating slowly and clearly. “Tonight, I’m in charge. You’re going to do whatever I say, you’re going to do it eagerly, and you’re not going to question my orders. If you don’t obey me, you will be punished however I see fit. Understand?”

He blinks up at me a couple times, all traces of amusement having gradually faded from his expression through my little speech.

“Cat, what are you–”

“Ah-ah-ah,” I say to shut him up, and I grab his chin firmly in my hand to tilt his head up so he’s looking at me straight on. “That wasn’t an open ended question, your majesty. Do you understand – yes or no?”

I can hear the breath catch in his throat when I grab him, and I feel him become hard underneath me almost immediately. I’ve got his full attention now. He's looking up at me like I'm the only thing in the universe, completely riveted and hanging on my every word. He swallows thickly before answering.

“Yes,” he says, breathy and clearly already desperate. “I understand.”

I grin darkly and pat him on the cheek. “Good. Now take your cock out.”

I lift off his lap a little so he can comply with my demand, and while he does, I pull my dress up over my head and take it off, then toss it somewhere off to the side. I took my underwear off before he got here, so with my dress gone, I’m fully nude on top of him. Khysmet exhales shakily while he looks up and down my bare body. In his haste, he seems to be having a little trouble undoing the laces on his pants, but I watch and wait for him patiently, and he gets there in the end, his cock eagerly springing free, hard and ready.

“Now,” I say and grind down on him, letting my slick entrance drag across his shaft, making him groan loudly in response. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to use you as my personal dildo tonight. I’m going to ride you right here for as long as I want, then when I get bored of that, I think I’ll have you drill me from behind on the bed. And after that, who knows? But for the whole night, you are not permitted to come until I tell you that you can. If you feel like you’re going to come, let me know, and I’ll give you a break until you’re ready to go again. Got it?”

He nods up at me obediently. “Okay.”

I pat him on the cheek again, a little harder this time, making him wince slightly. “Good boy.”

Then I line us up and sink slowly down onto his cock, drawing a moan from deep in his chest. I kindly let him breathe for a second, then brace my hands against his shoulders, lift back up, and start rolling my hips down onto him at a sweet, steady pace.

Khysmet is not typically loud in bed – at least not when he’s the one setting the pace. Whenever I’m on top, though, he’s much more expressive, his deep voice reverberating deliciously through the room, cursing and moaning my name when I come down on him just right. Right now he's even louder than that, with his eyes slammed shut and his head thrown back in ecstasy, panting desperately between low groans. His hands splay out across my hips and he pulls down in time with me as I bounce on his dick.

I give no heed to his pleasure as I try to find the rhythm and angle that will start taking me places. When I finally do find it, I pick up the pace, slamming my hips down harder and faster to hit that spot over and over. I'm leaned back in his lap, digging my nails into his shoulder with one hand while running the other across his chest, starting to chase my orgasm, when suddenly Khysmet is tapping me on the leg.

“Cat, Cat, wait, I’m going to–”

I get up on my knees and let his cock slip out of me before he can fall over the edge. He leans his head forward against my torso and sucks air through his teeth as he rides out the agony of coming so close to orgasm without finding release. I generously give him a second to recover before I push him back down against the backrest.

“Don’t just sit there,” I instruct. “Use your fingers until you’re good to go again.”

Still panting, he nods earnestly and brings his right thumb down to rub circles over my clit. I moan and lean into his touch, grinding for as much extra friction as I can get. Spikes of pleasure jolt through me when he hits the perfect spot, and I resume the climb toward my orgasm.

I look down at him and watch his expression as he works so hard to pleasure me – it’s eager and intense, focused closely on his hand in my slit until he happens to glance up and meet my eyes. He stares up at me so sweetly, so submissively. I cup his cheek in my hand and grin down at him darkly.

“Aren’t you such a good boy, doing just what you’re told?” I pant.

His eyes roll back into his head and he groans deeply at my words. I can see his cock twitch beneath me. A surprisingly strong reaction to being praised. I’ll keep that in mind.

His touch is constant and electrifying, but as I get closer and closer, I know I need more. I feel empty, my pussy clenching around nothing as I start to approach my peak. I need him inside me again. I brusquely push his hand away and sink back down onto his cock, eliciting a choked curse from him.

It takes me no time to find the right angle again, and I slam my hips down on it over and over, desperately running the final stretch to my peak, so close I can feel myself teetering over the edge. Finally, I come explosively, screaming in ecstasy and clenching tight around Khysmet, grinding my hips down hard as I ride out my orgasm. While I’m doing so, Khysmet starts thrusting up into me, seemingly uncontrollably. A second later, he’s shouting my name, and his hips stutter and stall in a familiar pattern before he relaxes back against the couch.

After my full-body spasms let up, I pant and brace myself against him, taking a second to recover. Then once I can think straight again, I raise my hips experimentally. Extra wetness oozes out of me and dribbles down his cock.

I sit up straight and glare icily down at Khysmet. “When exactly did I tell you you could come?”

When he looks up at me, his big red eyes are full of guilt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“No excuses,” I interrupt, grabbing his snout to hold his mouth closed. “I was planning on using you for much longer, you know. I’m not letting you off the hook for all the extra orgasms you were going to give me.”

I pull off his cock and stand up. Then I grab at the front of his shirt and tug until he’s on his feet following behind me. As I pull him roughly toward the bed, I turn to him with a smirk.

“You know,” I purr, “you’ve joked about putting me on a leash before, but between the two of us, I’d much rather see you in a collar, your majesty.”

The choked sound that draws out of him is absolutely adorable. I immediately make a mental note to pick out a pretty one for him. Maybe something red to match his eyes.

When we get to the bed, I lay down and spread my legs wide. I look at him sternly and snap my fingers, then point to my cunt.

“Make me come again,” I command. “Also, take your shirt off.”

Khysmet strips obediently, then crawls onto the bed between my legs and goes to put his fingers inside me.

“Ah-ah-ah,” I say to stop him. “With your tongue.”

The look on his face is priceless. I can see the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure out if I’m serious. His mouth is actually hanging open in shock. My heart starts to race as I wonder if this is where he’s finally going to protest. I look him straight in the eye and dare him to defy me. After a long moment of tense eye contact, he hesitantly lowers his head down to the apex of my thighs and starts licking my clit sensuously.

I chuckle softly. “You really think you’re getting off that easy?” I ask. “Inside me.”

He flinches when I say that, and once again looks up at me with wide eyes. I smirk down at him, eager to see if he’ll actually do it. He blinks a couple times, then obediently lowers his head further and gently prods at my entrance. I throw my head back and moan deliciously as he fills me with his long, thick tongue, which slips in all the more easily due to all the extra lubrication from his own cum filling my cunt. He brings his thumb to my clit and rubs firm circles into it, probably eager to get me to come as fast as he can.

I must say, I like seeing him like this. It’s delightful to see him brought down a few pegs. And he's even more obedient than I thought he would be. As my orgasm steadily builds, I put a hand on his head to hold him in place, then grind my hips into his face, smearing some of the wetness on his snout. He lets out a choked little groan when I do, then, after a beat, he nuzzles into me further of his own volition. What’s this? Suddenly so eager after being so hesitant just a moment ago? I should reward him.

“You’re doing such a good job of cleaning your cum out of me,” I praise, rubbing his head with my hand. “What a good boy.”

He moans so loud I can feel the vibrations all the way to the back of my womb. A thrill runs through me in response and I clench around his tongue, squeezing a few droplets out of me that I can feel start to drip down my slit. Unexpectedly, he withdraws from me for just a moment, and I feel him eagerly lap up the cum that spilled out, pushing it back into my hole with his tongue. I moan and twitch at the sensation. He is way more into this than I expected he would be, and it's unbelievably hot to see him so eager to degrade himself like this.

It doesn't take very long for me to come undone, the steady friction against my clit coupled with his thick tongue squirming deep inside me sending me screaming over the edge. I grind my hips forward into him as I ride out my orgasm, and he greedily mashes his face back into me, licking as far back into my cunt as he can reach. He kindly waits until my cries have died down before finally pulling out. I look down at him and watch him lap at my entrance a couple times before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and swallowing thickly. His snout is a mess, covered in a sticky mixture of his cum and my arousal. I grin down at him darkly and issue one final command.

"Now thank me for letting you pleasure me," I instruct in a patronizing tone.

He slowly drags his tongue across the mess on his muzzle, swiping away a majority of the thick white goo, then swallows again.

"Thank you for letting me pleasure you tonight, Miss Catarina."

A massive shit-eating grin splits my face. I giggle and lay my head back down onto the bed to look at the ceiling.

"Okay, you’re free to do what you want now," I say, insanely pleased with myself.

It takes a moment or two, but eventually Khysmet crawls up to lay right beside me in the bed. I look over at him and he's flat on his back, facing the ceiling with his hands folded on his chest. He's got a sort of far-off look in his eyes.

"I've, uh, never…" he says hesitantly. He clears his throat. "I've never done anything like that with a partner before. Ever. At all."

I hum thoughtfully. "And? What did you think?"

He takes a deep, shaky breath, in and out. "I think it might be the only thing I think about while masturbating ever again for the rest of my natural life," he says reverently.

I grin toothily. "That good, huh?"

He nods slowly. "I've never done something quite so… degrading. And depraved."

"Don't worry, I can come up with more degrading and depraved things to make you do,” I reassure him.

He smiles a little, still staring up at the ceiling, but says nothing further. I decide to hazard a guess at what he’s thinking about.

"You kind of want a collar now, don't you?" I say.

He chuckles soft and low. "I was just trying to think of how to send for one without it being obvious what it's for."

"Oh, I'll get one for you, your majesty," I offer darkly. "I have a vision of what I want it to look like, and I want it to be a surprise. Plus I know who to ask that I guarantee will be discreet about it."

He finally turns to look at me. There's something undefinable in his expression, and I can't quite put my finger on what it is before all of a sudden, he's reaching for me and pulling me in towards him, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me so tight against his body it hurts, rocking back and forth a little.

"I've already told you this much before, so I don't feel like a complete ass for saying it now," he starts, "but I'm absolutely, completely, stupidly, madly, obscenely in love with you, Cat. I've only known you for five months and already I can't imagine my life without you in it. I don't even think I was truly alive before I met you. You're everything I want in this world. Marry me and have my babies."

I blink silently in his arms, overwhelmed and uncertain what I'm supposed to do. I wasn't prepared for this strong of a response. Fortunately, he goes on before I can open my mouth.

"Don't respond, okay?" he begs. "I already know you're not sure about everything. About me. I don't need to hear it again. Just lay here with me and accept my affection. Please?"

My raised hackles slowly lower. Knowing he's still not demanding a response eases my discomfort significantly. Now I'm just left with the hot and sticky feeling in my chest from hearing him once more profess the intensity of his feelings for me. Right now, though, I opt not to sort through what the sensation coating the inside of my ribcage means, and instead I do as Khysmet requested and just lay in his arms and allow him to love me.