His Filthy Game: A Romance Compilation

by Cassandra Dee

  “Oh, you’ve done that,” she agreed quickly, licking her lips in a way that had my cock twitching. “But I realized that these kinds of opportunities don’t come often,” she added, easily switching gears. “If it’s right in front of you and if you have the chance to grab it, then go for it. To be honest, there’s not much temptation for me with shopping or eating out or even going to a Broadway now. For the very first time in my life, I feel like I have a real purpose. A goal.”

  This girl kept surprising me every day. I squeezed her hand. “Then I better not stand in your way. Come on, get ready and I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Dropping a quick kiss on her cheek, my big form left the room, striding out the door.

  Kitty never took too long to get ready. She’d bathe and dress herself quickly, pull her hair into a ponytail, and add a bit of simple make up to her already pretty face. And no matter what she wore, the brunette always carried her outfit well. She wasn’t as skinny as she was the first time we’d met and I was glad. She looked healthy now, filling out the dresses I had given her. I’ve always preferred curvy girls, not twigs.

  When she reached the landing of the stairs, the girl smiled at me. Kitty wore a simple teal dress that hugged her shape and her hair hung in loose curls instead of pulled tight in the high ponytail she usually had. I liked it when she wore it down.

  The look was simple yet absolutely breathtaking. That dark hair swung back as she pulled the strap of her bag onto her shoulder. The black flats she wore were sensible—unlike the several pairs of tall heels that I knew were in her closet, but she’d never chosen to wear them. And I liked that about her. She wasn’t trying too hard to be anything she wasn’t naturally. A rare thing in this day and age.

  “You’re staring,” Kitty murmured, eyes playful.

  I smiled and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “You look beautiful. Everyone is going to be staring at you.”

  With a tilt of her head, she asked, “And where will all these people be? Where are we going?”

  I didn’t tell her my plan to take her to the Top of the Rock Observatory at Rockefeller Center so that she would have a fantastic view of the Empire State. The Empire State itself is for chumps, filled with tourists and lines winding out the door. Instead, Rock Center is the place to be, unequaled with its sightlines and bird’s eye view of the city. Perfect for sketching.

  A grin curved my lips as I tapped the end of her nose with my fingertip playfully. “It’s a surprise. But rest assured that wherever we’re going, you’re gonna love it.”

  Because the observatory had a view that anyone would love, not just an artist. It was breathtaking, especially at night when the city lights dotted the landscape like thousands of stars fallen to Earth.

  And once we got there, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Kitty. The girl gasped, throwing her arms around me and kissing my cheek, telling me it was absolutely perfect and that I was the sweetest man on the planet.

  Sweet?

  Really, honey. You’re sweet. I’m an asshole through and through. You’ve just forgotten for the moment.

  But something about the girl called to me. Because she was so innocent and giving, pulling out her art supplies without another thought. And using the sketch pad, Kitty starting outlining the view before her, filling it in, adding details and bringing the scene to life.

  At home, I would often catch her painting in the middle of the night, dressed in her lingerie or sometimes simply naked with a blanket wrapped around that curvy form. I would sit on her bed and just watch her paint, requesting her to remove the blanket in order to see every inch of skin she had.

  But sometimes I didn’t even do that. I just liked watching the female, biting her lip while entranced in her art.

  That beautiful face glowed like an angel. And Kitty always looked at the canvas with a tilted head as she worked. After all, this was her place in the world. Kitty was an artist, and a good one too.

  I watched as she buried herself in the work and memorized the curves of her face and the way her eyelashes curled. Her eyebrows furrowed at times and a little crease on her forehead would appear. She’d chew her bottom lip as her eyes would focused on the sketchpad.

  Her passion for her art made her even more beautiful and breathtaking.

  Her passion for her art turned me on.

  I wanted her right then and there. It didn’t matter if there were people around. But the way she focused on her sketch stopped my animalistic need. She was working too hard for me to disrupt her just for my own desires.

  Finally, she placed her pencil down and then spun around to face me. The girl skipped over to where I stood and hugged me with a huge smile on her face.

  “This place is beautiful,” she said, looking up at me, “I never thought I would ever see this in person. Thank you for bringing me here, Connor.”

  But again, I’m an asshole through and through, hunger rising in my chest like a ravenous animal.

  I closed my eyes for a moment, centering myself with a deep breath. “So glad to hear sweetheart. This time was for you. But now it’s my turn.”

  And staring into her eyes, my voice dropped. “Go to the ladies room,” was my low command, “and wait for me in a stall. I want you right now, slave.”

  Kitty shivered at the sound of my voice and nodded slowly, closing the sketchpad and stowing it inside her bag before scurrying down the hall. I let five minutes pass before following, making sure that no one saw me go inside.

  Slipping into the ladies room with ease, I was happy to find that no one else was there. Only Kitty’s feet in the middle stall told me we were alone for now. Good. Locking the door, I stalked to where Kitty was, wanting her, needing to be inside of her. Twice my fist hit the stall door before the lock clicked open.

  My mouth captured hers as my hands immediately grabbed the hem of her skirt, shoving it over her hips. Her fingers wove through my hair as I kissed her with a hungry desire. I’d never craved a woman’s touch before, but Kitty had me starving for hers more often that I liked to admit.

  “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” I growled the words, breath hot in her ear. “Do you know how much I had to control myself not to rip your dress off and fuck you there for anyone to see?”

  The brunette could only nod as her hands moved to my waistband, grabbing at my pants and undoing them with greedy fingers.

  She released my hard cock as I went to work on getting rid of the one thing between us. With a single strong jerk, I ripped the panties off, fisting them in one hand. I grabbed her ass and lifted Kitty up, entering her without warning as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Open your mouth,” I whispered as the door to the bathroom opened and closed, letting me know someone else had come in. Kitty’s moans filled the stall and if she couldn’t be quiet someone would try to stop up. She obeyed and I gagged her with her own ripped panties, muffling those sounds of ecstasy.

  With her legs wrapped around me, I fucked her without mercy.

  Relentlessly.

  Like a piston, driving and surging forward non-stop.

  Anyone else coming in or out of the bathroom became an afterthought. My mouth was on her, tasting the skin of her neck, biting as I thrust into her. I fucked her hard while still trying not to make much noise. The thrill of taking her with people around and unaware of what was going on had me on a high I’d never been on before.

  Shit, I was going to cum. Her pussy clenched tighter around my shaft, making my dick pulse even more.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, gripping her ass tighter and moving her on top of me faster.

  Kitty moaned through the gag in her mouth and her eyes fluttered shut. Her pussy clenched around my cock as she rode her orgasm, her clit rubbing against me and adding to her pleasure.

  My dick throbbed as it slid in and out of her, the walls of her pussy hugging it tight. The pressure built and built until my hot cum spilled into Kitty, filling her as she sighed on the last of her orgasm.

  We st
ayed locked together as our orgasms ebbed. Kitty pulled her makeshift gag out of her mouth as I sucked on the exposed skin of her neck, leaving my mark on her for all to see. I didn’t give a fuck who saw my brand on this female. After all, she belonged to me.

  “Connor!” She hissed my name and it turned me on even more, barely even realizing that she hadn’t called me Master.

  I sat down on the toilet, bringing Kitty with me. She shifted her legs until she was straddling me. I lifted her up a bit then let her fall back down, the movement stroking my cock that was already hard again for her. She buried her face in my shoulder to muffle her moans. She gyrated her hips and rotated them to create friction as she clenched her pussy around my dick.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, Kitty.”

  She moved her face off my shoulder and started sucking a spot on my neck. It was obvious that she wanted to leave her own mark on me and I didn’t stop her.

  The dominant in me wanted to reprimand her, but there was a part of me that wanted her to claim me as I had claimed her.

  Still I couldn’t let her get away with it and not have a little fun of my own. I slapped her ass hard, not caring if anyone heard this time. The smack sent her over the edge again and I felt her pussy clenching hard and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  Shit. I was going to come again.

  “Fuck me, Kitty,” I whispered and she picked up here pace, bobbing up and down on top of me. Her hands twined in my hair grabbing it tight as her orgasm carried her.

  I cupped Kitty’s breasts as my cum filled her again. Any more and she’d be overflowing, but I couldn’t get enough of this girl. I wanted to see my juices slicking her thighs, filling her completely. My dick pulsed and twitched inside of her until there was nothing left in me.

  Kitty trembled on top of me as her second orgasm fell from a crescendo with mine. We were panting as the aftershocks faded away, and Kitty rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing imaginary circles on my back. Women chatting filled our ears. I’d forgotten that we were in a public place and considering how wide Kitty’s eyes had become, she’d forgotten too.

  I chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head. We waited a few more minutes for everyone to leave as we got up and fixed our clothing. The redness in her cheeks and the glow of her skin would definitely be a red flag that she’d been freshly fucked. But I doubted anyone would dare to ask her such a thing.

  “I never thought I would end up doing this in public,” she whispered, cheeks red as we exited.

  I grinned wolfishly at her. “I’ve never screwed anyone in public either.”

  She blushed and looked down. “Well, I’m glad that I’m your first with something.”

  Chuckling, I reached for her hand, holding it as we waited for the car to come pick us up. I couldn’t stop staring at Kitty and the way she looked even more beautiful after just being fucked. I’d never been this enamored by anyone before, not even when I was a stupid boy falling in love right and left.

  Because she had captivated me in a way that I couldn’t even begin to explain. Kitty was a virgin when she’d first arrived in New York. She’d been innocent when it came to sex and yet here she was, finding pleasure in pain and was willing to let me drill her in a public place where we could’ve been discovered by anyone.

  I squeezed her hand and didn’t let go of it even when we got into the car. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how her passion turned me on. About how well she responded to our situation. About how willing she was to try anything with me.

  But more than that, her personality always had me. She was simple and naïve, but there was a boldness in her that I liked. She was sweet and fierce at the same time. I hadn’t met anyone like her in all my life and I’d been in this world a lot longer than she had.

  I watched as Kitty looked at the pictures on her phone that she’d taken at the Top of the Rock Observatory. A content smile lit her sweet face. Her simplicity amazed me. She looked at me and smiled. “Thank you again for taking me there, Mr. Cartwright.”

  I could only nod at her in response because in that moment, the only thought that was in my mind was how perfect Kitty was.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kitty

  A month ago, I was surviving on saltine crackers and grape soda while worrying about how to get to work. Or stressed about how to keep my apartment warm and pay my bills. But my life had always been hard.

  The foster families that took me in were never harsh, but they were never loving or overly caring either. But now, I was living in a lavish apartment with anything and everything someone could ever need or want. I never would’ve thought that becoming a man’s submissive would come with this kind of life.

  Even if living here only lasted a month, I’d still be able to actually live—not just survive—on the money my dominant was paying me.

  My life had changed drastically and it was all thanks to Shelly. I never would have known about Seductive Subs or met Connor without her.

  Shit. I hadn’t even thanked her properly for helping me.

  I grabbed my phone and searched for Shelly’s name in my contacts. There were hardly any numbers saved, making it easy to find hers. Just Miss Wells, our boss, some of the staff at the foster care, Shelly, and then Connor were there.

  The phone rang, again and again without an answer. I glanced at my alarm clock. Crap. I should have called earlier.

  Just as I was about to hang up, the call connected and Shelly’s voice came through. “Hello?”

  “Hey, Shelly.” I greeted her. “It’s me. Kitty.”

  “Kitty!” Shelly squealed. I move the phone away from my ear before she could do permanent damage and chuckled. Had anyone ever answered the phone so enthusiastically for me before? “I’ve been waiting to hear from you since you left! How are you?”

  “I’m good,” I replied, and then realized that good was an understatement. “Actually, more like amazing, Shelly.” And my life really was amazing. It wasn’t something I ever thought would be possible for me. No stress or worries, just living and actually enjoying each day.

  “Amazing sex or amazing everything,” Shelly asked with a laugh in her voice. “Seriously, tell me everything. How was your first time? He wasn’t too rough on you, was he?”

  I giggled, wondering if this was how the girls in high school had felt. They used to fill the locker room with their light laughing and gush over boys and sex. I’d never been able to relate before, but now the desire to share details and just talk with a girlfriend was appealing.

  “He was actually gentle,” I said, almost whispering my answer on the phone. Connor wasn’t with me, but for some reason that didn’t stop me from worrying he’d overhear. “He made me feel special.”

  Shelly was quiet for a moment. Was she surprised that a dominant could be caring?

  “Special?” she asked. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s been really good to me,” I said, smiling. “He’s even paying for my college now too.” I waited for Shelly to respond, but when she didn’t I kept going. “Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I never would have met Connor. This has changed everything. He’s changed my life. You were right, Shelly. It’s so much better.”

  “Hmm,” Shelly mused. “What do you mean he’s paying for college?”

  My smile grew bigger. “He got me into RISD. It’s an art school. Connor found out how much I love art, so he bought me supplies to paint and sketch. When he saw my work he said I had to go to college for it.”

  “So you got in?” Shelly asked.

  “Yeah. Connor told me I would wow them with my stuff, but I’m pretty sure he pulled some strings too and go me in, honestly. I’ll be starting next month, once our contract is over. Isn’t it amazing?”

  “Yeah, it is…” The line went silent. Shelly didn’t squeal with delight like I thought she would. Did the connection break?

  I glanced at my phone. The numbers still counted up our minutes on the call, showing me that
it hadn’t disconnected. “Hello? Shelly?”

  “Yeah, I’m still here,” she finally said. “Listen, Kitty, I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but…doesn’t it seem too good to be true? Like a fairytale?”

  My eyebrows furrowed and I shifted on my bed so my arm wouldn’t strain from holding my phone. “What?”

  “It’s just… it all sounds like a Cinderella story, you know? Like you met your prince charming and he pays for your college and you live happily ever after now.”

  I pulled my knees up closer to my chest. Why wasn’t she excited for me? “I guess it kinda seems like that. I don’t know about happily ever after, but it’s at least happy now, you know.”

  “Sweetheart,” Shelly said, her voice serious, “I brought you into this and I feel responsible for you. Okay? So don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a submissive, Kitty. That’s it. It’s cool if your dom wants to pay for more stuff outside of your contract. I’ve had doms do that too, but you sound attached.”

  “I…” What could I say? Was I attached to Connor?

  “That’s what I thought,” Shelly said. “Maybe I should have said it in clearer terms. I don’t usually like to say it this way, but I think you need to hear it. Kitty, being a Seductive Sub… it’s basically like being a personal prostitute for our doms. That’s is. That’s all we really are to them.”

  Her words sent sharp knives through my heart, breaking the illusion that there was something going on between Connor and me.

  “But Connor’s really nice to me, Shelly.”

  “Of course he is.” Her voice turned sad, pitying me. “Kitty, he’s your dominant and he’s rich. Tuition? That’s like nothing to a billionaire. Sweety, the money might mean a lot to you, but to him it’s just a way to keep him submissive satisfied. Some of these doms, they like to satisfy with sex and money. And when he placed a million dollar bid on you I figured he was a dom that liked to do both. But, Kitty, that’s all it is to them. Sex and money. Nothing more.”