Depravity

At first they sat in companionable silence as Eiri drove, but Shuichi began to fidget and finally spoke out. It was almost like a magic spell was broken, indicating that their amazing weekend had truly come to an end.

“Since we’re not scening anymore, can Hiro and I talk again?”

Eiri’s left eyebrow lifted at the question. He looked over at Shuichi and nodded yes, ending the rule he’d made after the formal dinner.

Shuichi looked into the backseat at Hiro and Suguru with anticipation in his eyes. “So, what do you guys think? Will you be going back to the Resort in the future?”

“I’d like to,” Hiro answered while looking over at Suguru.

The keyboardist nodded in agreement. “Sure! I think we should go back and play again.”

Hearing this was a huge relief for Hiro. Even though Suguru had said on multiple occasions that he liked what they were doing, there was always the oft chance that once they left he’d change his mind. Hiro didn’t put a lot of merit in that possibility. He was the kind of guy to think through all possible outcomes, and then worry about them.

“I was really nervous about bringing you to the resort at first,” Hiro said. “I was afraid you’d think I was some kind of sick pervert.”

Laughing, Suguru removed his seatbelt and scooted to the middle seat, re-buckling before snuggling into Hiro’s arms. “You are a sick pervert. That goes for every one of us in this car. Guess that makes us all perfect for each other.”

Even Eiri couldn’t help but let a small smile escape upon hearing Suguru’s declaration. In many ways, they were perfect for each other. That smile turned into a leer as the talented novelist let his imagination run wild, imagining the new doors that would open for all of them. Scening with Shuichi was utter perfection. The possibility of scening as a group forced him to readjust the growing swell in his pants.

Before they could entertain such possibilities, Hiro and Suguru would need to spend a lot more time living the lifestyle. This wasn’t all just a game for the couple in the front seat; for them it was a way of life. Only time would tell if it was the same for the two in the back seat.

Eiri drew everyone’s attention to him. “Before I drive much further and you start falling asleep, I think we need to have a little talk.” He paused to light a cigarette. “The three of you have to work together now that you’re going back to your every-day worlds. You should probably decide how you’re going to handle things from now on.”

Shuichi immediately understood. When he and Eiri first started scening, they’d discussed the separation of their ‘scening’ life from their ‘normal’ life. They agreed early on to keep the two as far apart from one another as possible, going as far as designating their bedroom a safe place, free of all BDSM scenes. Because they never group scened or involved anyone in their lifestyle outside of Depravity Resort, they’d never talked about how to interact with others outside of a scene.

“I think I know what Eiri means. He has a really good point.” Shuichi twisted in his seat as much as his seatbelt would allow. “I don’t think the four of us should talk about BDSM and everything that goes with it unless we are in a safe place. Obviously, work is not a safe place.” Shuichi couldn’t hide the blush that burned his face as he remembered what Tohma did with the slightest hint that the singer was a Pony Boy. Those feelings of anger and embarrassment were still so new that all he had to do was think about the situation and he felt like it was happening all over again. His own boots were a special order item. He didn’t want to know where the NG President found the pony boots the costuming department had waiting for him.

“Makes perfect sense to me,” Hiro said in reply. “Hey Yuki-san, are we going to continue with the mentoring sessions outside of the Resort, or is that reserved just for when we go away for the weekend?”

“When ‘we’ go away for the weekend?” Eiri’s voice had a slight growl to it, and he adjusted his rear-view mirror so he could stare pointedly into Hiro’s eyes. “Are you planning on tagging along with us every time?”

Shuichi cringed. He knew that tone in his lover’s voice. His nerves began to twist, and his hands reached for something to hold, anything to hold, while he waited for Hiro’s answer. Gripping a water bottle so tight he spilled a little of the contents, Shuichi brought it to his lips and filled his mouth with the cool liquid.

“Of course we do. And eventually, I plan to get into your pants, Eiri.” Hiro’s trademark lip-curl froze in place as he watched the novelist react.

“WHAT?!” ‘Is this kid for real?’ Eiri thought, tallying up the number of things that just pissed him off. One, they wanted to go to the Resort with them every time. Two, Hiro clearly stated he wanted to fuck him; and three, the guitarist called him Eiri instead of Yuki-san.

Shuichi choked on his water and Suguru stiffened in Hiro’s arms. The only one in the car that didn’t look like a ticking time-bomb was Hiro, who was now laughing loud and hard.

“Jeeze, just kidding!” The drop of tension in the car was nearly physical. “No, we won’t follow you to the Resort every time. I think Suguru and I would both like to go again, with you and Shuichi, if you’re ever up for it, YUKI-san. And as for me getting into your pants, I think we all know just how possible that really is. Like I said, just kidding.”

“Of COURSE you’re kidding,” Shuichi interrupted. “Hiro knows full well that I’d kick his ass into next year if he ever really tried anything like that.” He leaned over and put a quick little kiss on Eiri’s cheek, backing up his statement. His words brought the tension down a few more notches.

“And please,” added Suguru. “I’d think we’d all know it was a joke, considering what went on this past weekend.” His voice was laced with good-natured fun, but there was an edge of seriousness to it that Hiro caught. The point was well taken.

Deep down, Eiri knew that Hiro was a good kid, and that he had a slightly twisted sense of humor. He could appreciate that, and so his only response was to flip Hiro off. It was the final thing needed to relax Shuichi and Suguru.

“But seriously Yuki-san, are you going to continue mentoring me?”

Lighting another cigarette using the nearly burnt-out stub of the first one, Eiri answered, “Of course. We’ll talk about the when and where later on, but the point is I agreed to teach you about being a Dominant, and I have every intention of doing just that. I think it’s very important for anyone new to the lifestyle to have someone to show them the ins and outs, and to help teach them how to be safe.”

“OH!OH!” Shuichi interrupted, bouncing slightly in his seat. “That reminds me Eiri. What about Suguru, and what you and I talked about earlier?”

“What about me?” Suguru asked, sitting up straight.

Eiri spoke through the haze of smoke surrounding his head, cracking the window just enough to pull most of it out into the night air. “Do you want a mentor too? Since you and Shuichi do know each other, if you’re comfortable with it, it might be a good idea.”

“I have no problem mentoring you!” Shuichi was very excited at the prospect of being of help to the one person in his close circle of friends he felt most alienated from. It was only since Suguru had started dating Hiro that they’d begun to break through their barriers and form a friendship. This past weekend, the singer felt he’d bonded with Suguru, and hoped the keyboardist felt the same way. He was not looking forward to going back to their old, ‘Just because I work with you doesn’t mean I have to like you’ relationship.

“You wouldn’t mind it?” Suguru asked. “I do have a lot of questions, but Shuichi, they’re really, REALLY personal. I’m sure I could do some research online and find most of my answers there.”

The singer frowned. “Don’t do that. You can’t trust everything you read on the internet. And not all sites give good advice. I want to mentor you!”

“Well, okay then. That sounds really good.” There was a hint of relief in Suguru’s voice. He was very happy for this new turn of events. The changes in his life were on the extreme side, and Suguru didn’t make friends easily. He didn’t feel he had anyone he could go to, except for Shuichi. His fear had been that Shuichi didn’t feel the same way. Hearing that the singer wanted to mentor him made him feel much better about a lot of things in his life.

Suguru started making a mental list of all the things he wanted to talk about. They ranged from the every-day mundane to questions directly related to scening. There were questions about falling in love for the first time to how to properly behave as a submissive. But most pressing in his list was a question he hoped to have a chance to ask Shuichi before they got home. It was too embarrassing to ask around the two big Semes in the car with them, but Suguru made a mental note to get Shuichi alone at the first rest stop they came to.

“So then we’re all agreed,” Eiri began. “None of us will discuss our scening outside of a safe place during times that we’ve set aside. I’ll continue to mentor Hiro. Shuichi, you will work with Suguru. We can never let our adoring public catch wind of what we do in private. Right?”

Three voices answered, “Right.”

“Eiri! Can I tell them now?” It seemed that Shuichi hadn’t stopped bouncing since they got in the car. Getting a nodded approval from his lover, Shuichi reached under his seat and pulled out the jewelry box.

“LOOK! Hiro, Suguru, Eiri is going to collar me with this. I’m going to be his slave!” He opened the box and held it up over his head so the two in the back seat could see the platinum and diamond collar.

“Wow, that’s a huge step, isn’t it?” Suguru slid his fingers between Hiro’s affectionately.

Pink hair bobbed up and down and Shuichi shook his head yes. “It’s a huge step. The biggest in the BDSM lifestyle, really.”

Both Hiro and Suguru had attended a seminar at the Resort meant to introduce new people to the lifestyle. The different kinds of collars had been discussed, and everyone in the car knew this collar was the equivalent of a wedding ring.

Hiro, Suguru and Shuichi talked for long time about the collar, about their scening and their weekends in general. During this time, Eiri concentrated on driving and smoking, moving through cigarette after cigarette.

The chain smoking seemed excessive, even in Hiro’s eyes. “Hey Yuki-san, are you okay? You’re going to permanently stain your fingers yellow by the time we get home.”

With his most recent smoke dangling from his lips, Eiri answered, “I’m fine. I don’t smoke much when Shuichi and I scene. Luckily, pounding him through the floor or the bed or the walls tends to take my mind off it, but once we finish, I start craving my cigarettes. If it’s bothering you, just open the window more.”

All four windows had been opened earlier to avoid killing the four passengers by smoke inhalation, but Hiro did take the older man’s advice and lowered his window just a little more. Thinking on it, Hiro realized he also had cut down on his smoking while they were at the resort. The smell of Eiri’s cigarettes began to get to him, and he patted his pockets looking for his own pack.

“Fuck, it’s in the trunk.”

Suguru asked Hiro what he was talking about.

“My smokes. They’re in the trunk. Hey Yuki-san, can I bum one off you?”

Eiri’s answer was a flat out, non-emotional, “No.”

“Hey, come on man, just one cigarette. I’ll buy you a whole pack at the rest stop.”

Shuichi picked up Eiri’s pack and counted three cigarettes left. Realizing they had about forty minutes to go until they got to the first stop, he knew why Eiri had said no.

“Forget it Hiro. He only has three left. You don’t want to see him deprived, trust me.”

Understanding the novelist’s refusal to share, Hiro sat back and pulled Suguru into his arms, running his hands over the silk pajamas. He’d heard stories from Shuichi about Yuki being out of cigarettes, and how the man could go on mood swings to shame a pregnant teenager until he’d had that first hit of nicotine bathe his lungs.

Suguru laughed a bit.

“What’s so funny, baby?” Hiro hoped he wasn’t laughing at Yuki.

“I remember hearing about a scene involving cigarettes at the Resort. I think I might want to try it one day.”

A mumbling could be heard coming from the front seat. “Suguru the human ashtray,” Eiri said, shocking both Hiro and Shuichi.

“Is he right?” The guitarist asked. “Is that what you want to do?”

The keyboardist hadn’t banked on anyone knowing what he was talking about so easily. Embarrassed, he said, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want you to burn me or anything like that. I just heard about something that involved smoking and a scene, and, we should talk about this more later.”

It was obvious the youngest boy in the car was struggling, so everyone dropped the subject making Suguru feel comfortable again.

Drowsiness seemed to overcome the back seat, and Hiro and Suguru closed their eyes for a little nap. It didn’t take long for either of them to fall asleep, and the only sounds that could be heard were of the wind rushing by the car and the occasional puff of smoke being expelled from Eiri’s chest.

It was now dark, and every time Eiri drew on his cigarette, his face would light up with an orange glow. Shuichi watched entranced by the beauty of his lover’s face. The cigarette seemed to cast strange shadows on Eiri’s features, making him look ethereal. Another smoke was pulled from the carton, bringing the total down to two.

Shuichi searched his mind for a way to alleviate the stress the novelist would feel once he’d smoked his last cigarette. He considered trying to strike up a conversation, but threw that idea away almost immediately. In all likelihood, the conversation would be one sided and result in annoying Eiri more than helping him. Idea after idea was developed and tossed, until, as Shuichi watched Eiri take a drag from his last cigarette, the perfect idea was formed.

He waited until half the cigarette was gone before beginning, looking at the dark tinted windows with gratitude.

Eiri drew on the filter between his lips slowly, drawing warm smoke into his mouth and down to his lungs. He held it until his chest ached, blowing the white cloud out the window and into the night. He thought he heard a quiet huffing noise, but attributed it to the two boys snoring in the back seat.

Another pull on his cigarette, another warm rush through his body. This was his last cigarette, and he had at least twenty more minutes before they’d reach the first convenience store. He intended to enjoy this cigarette down to the filter.

“Huff…unn”

That time, Eiri knew he wasn’t hearing the backseat sleepers. He knew that voice, he knew that sound, and he knew what it meant. The road ahead was straight and clear, so he glanced over to his side and licked his lips in anticipation of what he was about to see.

Shuichi sat with his right arm up around behind his head, and his left hand in his lap. His eyes were closed and his lips pursed each time he exhaled his sweet breath. He was rubbing his cock through his pants while slowly tossing his head back and forth.

A glance in the back seat confirmed that Hiro and Suguru were asleep, and the novelist was happy for the distraction his lover was providing.

Speaking of distraction… Eiri swerved the car back into his lane. Luckily they had been in no danger, but if he was to watch the show his small lover was giving, he’d have to make sure not to kill them all in the process. He took one last drag on the cigarette before stubbing it out.

Shuichi heard the cigarette smash against the ashtray and knew he had Eiri’s attention. Gripping the pink hair at the back of his head with his right hand, he ran his left hand under his shirt to pinch and twist his nipples. Tugging the hem of his shirt up, he uncovered his chest to Eiri’s gaze.

Eiri’s eyes darted back and forth between the road and the beautifully slutty boy next to him. The view was amazing, and he mustered all his control to stop himself from joining Shuichi in his performance.

The singer slid two fingers into his mouth, darting out his tongue to swirl around the digits as they were withdrawn. Wetting each nipple, he blew down onto his chest forcing each nub to rise to a hard pebble. He continued to twist and pinch himself, tossing his head back in the air and gasping silently with pleasure. Opening his eyes a tiny bit, he saw Eiri watching him and went back to putting on his show.

A quick glance at the clock told him they had fifteen or so more minutes before they’d arrive at the rest area. Releasing his grip on his hair, he continued to tease his nipples with one hand while the other moved down between his legs. Squeezing the bulge beneath his pants, he showed Eiri just how hard he was before stroking the straight line of swelling up and down. On each downward stroke, he cupped his sac and rolled it gently.

Eiri thoroughly enjoyed the show, forgetting he was out of cigarettes. He didn’t need the high from the nicotine when just looking at his lover behaving so wanton and lewd gave him a high ten times greater. He pressed down on the accelerator, hoping to get them to the stop faster so he could indulge in Shuichi’s body a bit before the younger man finally came.

Shuichi popped the button on his pants and pressed one finger down under the cloth. The circling and pinching of his nipples sped up, and when he withdrew his finger, it had a single drop of precum clinging to it. He slid that finger across his lips, making them shine.

Eiri tensed his hips and swallowed, watching the road and wondering if he would be able to make it to the rest stop. There was always the option of just pulling over to the side of the road, but he knew Shuichi was doing this to keep his mind off his lack of cigarettes, and decided instead to enjoy this as long as possible.

Moaning quietly, Shuichi slowly slid his zipper down exposing the pink flesh of his cock to the night air. He lifted his hips and slid his pants down until they were around his ankles, slipping one leg out completely. The singer then rested one bare foot on the dashboard in front of him and spread himself wide to Eiri’s view.

Eiri liked what he saw. Shuichi’s cock was hard and dripping and jumped a bit as he ran his fingers teasingly over the swollen flesh. The singer wasn’t rushing anything, preferring to flirt with himself rather than go all out and just pump.

He tickled his sac, his whole body tensing as his fingers encouraged it to draw up tight against his body. Those fingers then dipped down lower to circle and tease his entrance. Shuichi got so caught up in the moment that he let out a loud moan without meaning to. Freezing still, his eyes shot open and he listened for movement in the back seat. Eiri also strained to hear if the singer’s noises woke their passengers, but it seemed to go unnoticed by both Hiro and Suguru.

Smiling and relaxing, Shuichi picked up where he left off. Dragging his palm along his shaft, he wrapped his hand around the head of his cock and gently twisted. The direct stimulation to the head made his whole body buck into the air.

He dipped two fingers back into his mouth and began to suck on them. In and out, slurping and tonguing himself, Shuichi pretended it was Eiri’s cock between his lips. He twisted his body, starting to slowly pump his cock rather than just tease it.

Eiri pressed down on the accelerator once more, shifting into a higher gear. He wasn’t going fast enough to get ticketed, but he was still over the speed limit. They were minutes from the rest area, and ever second that passed was becoming agonizing.

After three days of pure unadulterated kinky wild sex, he was amazed that he was able to get aroused so easily. There were many reasons he kept Shuichi at his side, far from least being how hot his young lover was. The singer could give him a hard on with little more than a look, and although Eiri resisted more often than not, he always enjoyed it.

There was no reason to resist right now. At this hour, the rest area would be nearly deserted, and Eiri could park the car in a secluded area. He was tempted to wake Hiro and Suguru so he could stop the car and throw them out without delay, but if he woke them early, Shuichi would stop playing with himself. He’d just have to take things one step at a time.

The turn-off was only seconds away now, and Shuichi began pumping himself hard and fast, thrusting his hips slowly up into his fist. The car turned sharply to the left and the wooded rest area appeared before them.

Eiri pulled into a space, closed all the windows and threw the car into park. “Nakano, Suguru, wake up and get out.” As he spoke, he moved his seat back as far as it would go and pulled Shuichi into his lap facing forward. The singer maneuvered his body around the steering wheel with no effort.

Hiro stirred and glanced up, his muddied mind taking a moment to grasp the situation. The distinct sound of a zipper being opened cut through the air, clearing his mind.

“Hey, Suguru, wake up. Let’s get out and leave these two alone.”

The keyboardist yawned and undid his seatbelt, watching as Hiro did the same. He heard the groan coming from the front seat and looked, immediately waking up.

Shuichi was sitting on Eiri lap and was in obvious ecstasy. His head was thrown all the way back, resting on Eiri’s shoulder. Two of the novelist’s fingers slid between his lips and the singer sucked and licked them greedily.

Hiro and Suguru tumbled out of the car and shut the door behind them, hearing the lock click as soon as it was closed. Trying not to think about what was going on in the front seat, they walked to the trunk. Hiro knocked on it, hoping Eiri would understand that they needed to get a pair of shoes out for Suguru. No such luck.

Rather than walk around the rest area barefoot and in silky pajamas, Suguru sat at a nearby picnic table and decided to wait the two heated lovers out. Hiro joined him and they tried their best to avoid looking in the general direction of the luxury car.

Eiri slid his wet fingers inside Shuichi’s body. The singer did not need to be stretched, but Eiri liked fingering him like this before taking him. His own cock rubbed against his lover’s ass, ready to be sheathed in Shuichi’s hot body.

There was a small tube of lube in the glove compartment which Shuichi retrieved and handed to the novelist. Eiri pushed on Shuichi’s back, moving the singer forward so he could access his own cock easier. Spreading some of the slippery stuff down his length, he threw the bottle to the side and said, “Ride me.”

The singer lifted up and lowered himself down onto Eiri, moaning as he was entered.

“You are such a tease, playing with yourself like that. You almost made me crash the car more than once.”

Shuichi leaned forward and gripped the steering wheel, using it for leverage as he moved up and down Eiri’s length. Laughing, he answered, “Well, I had to do something to make sure you didn’t freak out over being out of cigarettes. Sex seemed like a good idea!” His words were punctuated with moans and cries and he swung his hips, angling Eiri so his prostate would be rubbed with ever thrust.

Eiri leaned forward a bit to adjust the vanity mirror, angling it so it reflected the singer’s cock. The novelist then hooked his arms under Shuichi’s legs and lifted them, bending them at his knees. He rocked the small body in his arms, raising and then lowering him down.

At the rate they were going, neither of them was going to last much longer. Their words dissolved into a series of grunts as they quickly built up to their climaxes, and Shuichi was the first to finally go over the edge.

His hips tightened, gripping Eiri’s cock in a vice as he came. The novelist dropped Shuichi down into his lap and held the singer still as he filled that tight passage with his own cum. The warm rush moving through his body made Shuichi shiver.

They sat for a few moments, the fine sheen of sweat on their bodies quickly cooling them down. Shuichi twisted around a bit, kissing Eiri deeply.

“Whew! That was great.” Lifting up, Shuichi grimaced as the novelist’s softening cock slid from his passage. It was the part of sex he hated the most, separating from his lover’s body. If he could have his way, Shuichi would live out every moment with Eiri buried inside him.

He quickly moved off the novelist’s body and pulled his pants back on, trying not to spill any cum onto the seats. Eiri zipped up and used a few tissues to clean the splatter of cum on his dashboard and steering wheel before pulling Shuichi in for one last kiss.

“Back at the Resort, you called me insatiable. I believe that’s a title better suited for you than me.”

Laughing, Shuichi answered, “I think it suits us both well, don’t you?”

Nodding in response, Eiri lowered the windows and exited the car. “I need to go inside the store and buy a few more packs of smokes. Be back in a few. Oh, and just so you know, I had planned to pull the car over to the side of the road and get Hiro’s pack out of the trunk, but your little show was much more interesting.”

The singer smiled and blushed before calling out, “Pick me up some Pocky and a milk!”

Hiro and Suguru walked back over to the car just in time to see Shuichi crawl between the front seats into back seat. “Suguru, why don’t you and I sit back here for a while? Hiro and Eiri can sit up front. I’m exhausted and it’s more comfortable to sleep back here. Is that okay?”

Neither boy had any problem with the new seating arrangements, and Hiro left to follow Eiri into the store.

“Damn Shuichi. After three years together, you and Yuki-san still can’t keep your hands off each other, can you?”

The singer stretched and yawned before answering. “Do you blame us?”

“Of course not! I just hope Hiro and I are like that years from now too.” Suguru smiled wistfully.

“I hope you are too. You make Hiro happy, much happier than he’s been in a long time. He may not show it, but he’s had a few rough knocks in the past when it came to love. But you two just seem really good for each other.”

“Thanks.” They sat in companionable silence for a few moments before Suguru remembered his question. “Can I ask you something really personal?”

“Sure!” the singer answered, more energetic that Suguru could believe possible.

“It’s really personal. Really REALLY personal, so if you don’t want to answer it, that’s okay.”

Shuichi looked at Suguru and scrunched his face a little. “What is it?”

“Um, well, you see, after a whole weekend of being with Hiro and all, it kinda, umm,” Suguru struggled to get his words out. Taking a deep breath, he decided to just take the plunge and say what was on his mind. “It’s my butt. The skin around my, you know, hole. It burns and it feels really swollen. Is that normal?”

Shuichi let out a friendly laugh. “That’s totally normal. You’re pretty new to this stuff, and when Eiri and I first got together, I had the same problem. Sometimes after a lot of sex, it still happens to me. I’m sure that by the time we get home tonight, I’ll be just as uncomfortable as you.”

Suguru frowned. He was glad to hear it was normal, but upset none-the-less. “How do you make it stop?”

Hooking his finger and beckoning Suguru to follow him, the singer got out of the car and moved to the driver’s seat, opening the trunk. The two of them walked to the back of the car and Shuichi searched his bag, pulling out a small tube while Suguru retrieved a pair of shoes. They then walked over to the free-standing bathroom building.

“I’ll wait out here. This will help.” Shuichi put the tube of hemorrhoid cream in Suguru’s hand and ushered the younger man inside the building. The singer had to figure out how to deal with that irritation on his own, and it had taken him a while to realize this cream was a good way to alleviate the pain. He was glad he could help Suguru out with such a small but personal issue. The fact that the keyboardist was able to come to him with this problem was proof that their relationship had improved.

Minutes later, Suguru emerged from the bathroom. “Thanks. I already feel better,” and handed Shuichi back the tube of medicine.

“You’re very welcome.”

“You’re not gonna use the facilities?”

Shuichi shook his head no. “Maybe at the next stop.” The singer wasn’t ready to admit that he liked to keep Eiri’s cum inside him as long as possible. To Shuichi, it seemed a very intimate thing to do.

They climbed back in the car and instinctively snuggled together, just like at the Resort.

That was how Eiri and Hiro found them when they returned: sitting in the back seat cuddled up like a couple of kittens, fast asleep. Even the stoic novelist couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Deciding not to wake them, the two Doms quietly sat down, and continued on their drive home.

TBC…

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter – I’m especially happy with it :-D

Thanks for my wonderful reviews, my old friends, and my new friends!!!

I was gifted with a wonderful piece of artwork by Aiko – she is quite the artist! It’s Shu!Dom and you MUST go check it out on my live journal:
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Pikapikausachan, I bet you think I’ve forgotten about you. I haven’t, I promise! I had no idea your challenge would be so difficult! I’m writing it, and I’m enjoying writing it, but I’m not ready with it yet. I promise to publish it for you someday soon! Don’t give up on me babe!!!

This chapter was beta’d by my wonderfully kinky friend, AshCat ;-) Mwah! I’m so lucky to have met you!!!

And Despina, don’t think I’m letting you off the hook about the katgirl photos! LOL!! I saw you started a new arc, and I also saw your comment to me. Thanks and HUGS!!!

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NEXT CHAPTER: The Dom’s chat a bit, and then it’s time for a little aftercare.