Page 35 of Brutal Prince

“Lucky you,” I breathed into Primis’ ear when Vic’s name flashed across the screen.

“Lucky?” Primis enquired, glancing around at me as I answered the phone.

“Hello pet.”

“Darling, I can’t make dinner tonight. I’ve got a meeting.”

Fucking Bruno, are we? “That’s a shame. I went grocery shopping especially to buy the ingredients for the-”

“-Darling, why would you do that when you usually hire a caterer.”

I did hire a caterer, but I wanted you to feel guilty while you’re sucking Bruno’s big hairy balls.

“Not to worry,” I said so damn charmingly, I almost vomited on my bleached and pressed shirt. “I’ll fill in the time with something else.” My hand traveled over Prim’s smooth buttocks as Vic explained how important the meeting was. Slipping a finger inside her anus and pushing it all the way in, she let out a moan.

The stupid girl knew the rules. Whenever I was on the phone, she must never make a single sound. Don’t even breathe.

The thought of inflicting her punishment urged me on and I smacked her butt cheek hard.

“What’s that sound?” Vic asked.

“Oh, I’m just watching some stupid Youtube video on my laptop.” I smacked her again and noticed a tiny drip of blood seep from her lower lip, where she’d bitten down to stop herself from squealing. “What time is your meeting?”

“Seven PM.”

Unzipping myself dress pants and flipping out my half-hard cock. It bothered me I wasn’t fully hard, but I knew how to fix that. “I hope they feed you at the meeting.”

“Of course.” I brushed my limpish cock against Prim’s rear.

“Have a good night then, Vic.”

“You too.”

As soon as the call ended, I found the footage of Cattus and pressed play. Even though she was a grown woman, splayed out for show on the bed with that fumbling oaf, my mind drifted back to when we were kids. That’s what got me hard. Like clockwork. Not Cattus the woman, but Cattus the obeying girl, twirling and dancing in my mind.

Oh the fun Cattus and I had together.

Thinking of young Cattus with her skirt up showing me her pink taco, I smothered lubricant over my now super hard cock and rammed into Prim’s tight hole, hitting her hard. I mean, I fucked her so hard she screamed. All the while I thought of Cattus rolling in the grass giggling.

Good girl.

Such a good girl.

“Dom, you’re hurting me.” I barely heard the bitch whine.

Even when blood and shit seeped from her asshole, it wasn’t enough to deter me. My mind was elsewhere. I closed my eyes going back in time. The scent of cotton candy. The softness of her skin.

“Dom!” Prim cried out. “Stop.”

Still with my eyes closed, I breathed in the sweet smell of fresh grass clippings as the distant sound of the mower on the other side of the sports field. It was a hot midsummer day, like it is today. The blistering sun on our backs, raspberry ice suckers in our mouths.

An imposing figure approached and deliberately interrupted our tryst. An unwelcome visitor.

“I don’t want you near her,” he stated, after sending Cattus away.

Irritation burned through me and I slammed Prim harder, my hand etching towards the wine bottle.

“Please, Dom.” She’s crying now. Prim’s crying. “Stop.”

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