Page 4 of My Renegade


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Okay. I wasn’t sure what I expected us to be doing here, but fucking a pillow hadn’t crossed my mind. It was embarrassing, and yet I found myself wanting to do it anyway. Because he’d asked me to.

Hesitantly, I spread my legs wider, stuffing the pillow between them. The texture of the fabric on my heated and sensitive skin had me biting my lip.

“Now, hands back on your thighs.”

I obeyed.

“Fuck it.”

My hips spurred into action before my mind caught up, grinding my cock against the pillow.

“You can do better than that.”

I rocked harder, faster, the friction on my dick making me groan. The plug still buzzing inside me increased again, and I damn near whined.

“That’s it, puppy.” He chuckled. “Rutting like a bitch in heat. Keep going. You’re going to come all over that pillow.”

It was too much. It wasn’t enough. If I could just stroke myself a few times, I’d finish in seconds.

“Don’t you dare use your hands,” he said, as if reading my mind.

I whimpered in response.

“You don’t need them. You can do it like this.”

The more I rocked myself against it, the more I could feel the pillow dampen with my precum. I wanted to touch myself so badly, my release building and building, yet still out of reach.

“I—I can’t.”

“You can. You will.”

I grunted, thrusting faster. So close.

“You look so pretty.”

I came, my cock firing in appreciation of the praise as I moaned. My thrusts slowed as my dick trailed through its mess. I panted to catch my breath.

“Good boy.”

I nearly whimpered again.

Then his fingers were combing through my hair again. Firmer this time. Longer. A reward for doing a good job. I pressed into the touch, desperate for anything he would give me.

“You did so well. Did you enjoy yourself?”

I nodded softly.

“Good. We should do this again.”

Sudden panic constricted my chest. I didn’t want this to be over. “What about you?”

“I enjoyed myself watching you.”

“B-but—”

“Next time.” His tone left no room for argument. I bit my lip as I nodded.

The buzzing continued inside me, far too much for my now oversensitive body. “The plug…”