Page 113 of For Fillies and Monsters

This incredible woman has the power to destroy me, break me, change me into whatever version she wants or needs. I would do or be anything for her—I’d give up every piece of my soul, my body, my identity, to make her happy.

But she wants my monsters. She wants the parts that are far too dark, too depraved to share with the world. She wants me, all of me, and in a world where the fucked-up always win, I’m fucking glad I never decided to become the good guy.

It’s a good day to be a villain.

EPILOGUE

STETSON

February 14th, 2025

My teeth biteinto the leather rein, drool dribbling along my chin as I let it fall in rivulets from my mouth. Things are always a little better when they are messy. Heat climbs my neck, even as I ignore the torrent of butterflies swirling in my stomach. I hope I look sexier than I feel.

On all fours, I crawl toward my man, a barely there bump swaying along with my heavy breasts, in nothing more than his old riding chaps. I don’t feel especially sexy—I feel degraded.

Which is exactly what I asked for, isn’t it?

I shuffle forward, the leather fringe slapping against the hardwood floors of the living room. Gus leans against the back of the couch, his legs spread, covered in jeans—the button undone at the top—chest bare and heaving as he watches me with unrestrained hunger. His hair is longer and messy, his hand running through it over and over as if he just can’t help himself. I smile, looking down at the floor again to take another step toward him.

“Something funny, Stetson?” His voice lacks any humor. I shake my head, my braid swishing above my naked back.

“No, sir,” I mumble, the leather making my words unintelligible.He shifts his hips, but his arms remain stretched along the back of the couch. I watch him clench and unclench his fists, the muscles in his biceps bulging with the motion, and more drool falls unbidden from my mouth.

It’s these fucking hormones. That’s why he seems hotter than normal.

“You’re awfully messy, baby.”

I nod.Wait until I turn around and he sees the mess between my legs.

As if hearing my thoughts, he chuckles. “Are you wet for me, baby? Show me.”

I scramble, fumbling over the leather wrapped around my waist, to stand up. I’m nearly desperate to climb into his lap,to come. I’m almost always horny these days, and this slow, torturous tease game he likes to play makes me wild. He growls, and I stop. He points back to the floor, and I whine around the leather strap.

“Crawl, Stetson. If you want to be rewarded, you will have to show me just how willing you are to do what I tell you to.”

Fuck this!

I sink to my knees and start to shuffle again. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he’s shifted, his arms now resting on his knees. His knuckles are white, and I decide punishment might just be worth watching him lose that control he prides himself on having. So, I stop, his eyes narrowing, and then I turn around as quickly as I can. I stretch my arms out, arching my back, and shake my ass in his face—still out of his reach, but close enough he will be able to see the cream leaking from my pussy.

“Fuck, baby.” I shimmy again, knowing his words are making me wetter and he will see the new arousal running down my legs. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? So ready for my cock?”

Whimpering, I back toward him, getting closer and closer to where I know he’s still leaning over. If I can just get close enough, his mouth will only be inches away from my pussy. His hands snap out, wrapping around my soft hips, yanking me the rest of the way across the floor to him. I cry around the leather, but not in frustration—victory!

“You teasing me, baby? You think you win this one?” I shake, my hips now gripped tightly in his hands, proving my point. His hand comes down across my ass cheek and I yelp, biting hard into the leather rein. He rubs the pink flesh before slapping it again. “So.”Spank.“Fucking.”Spank.“Naughty.”

Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and I’m all but squirting over his legs at this point. I shift my hips in his hand, trying to push closer to his open mouth, and his fingers bite into my flesh, stopping me. He doesn’t push me away, though.

His hands quiver, and I know he’s warring with his need to remain in control and his need to taste me. The latter wins out, and I scream my triumph as he drops to his knees behind me and sinks his mouth to my soaked folds. I rock back into him, pushing my ass as hard against his face as I can, and he pulls me toward him. He sinks into me, his tongue fucking my swollen cunt with the ferocity of a monster, sucking and lapping and biting the lips until the familiar heat of an orgasm begins to build at the base of my spine. His tongue punches into my hole. One hand slides along my spine to push my head farther down and ass farther up, and the other holds my hip firmly in place.

I drop the rein, unable to keep it in my trembling mouth any longer. I haven’t forgotten that he promised to use it on my ass if I dropped it, but I don’t care anymore. He can fucking tan my ass and it’ll be worth it.

“Gus, fuck! Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I cry, my breasts swaying as he picks up the pace, his fingers replacing his tongue, two roughly stabbing into my pussy. I scream. The intrusion isunexpected but not unwelcome as he adds a third. I hear him spit, the liquid falling around his fingers, adding to the wetness leaking down my thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He finger fucks me, his breathing ragged with the effort of his arm pumping. “So fucking filthy. Do you want to come, Stetson? Tell me.”

“Yes,” I scream, my body trembling now. I’m so fucking close.

“Yes, what?” he bites out. “Fucking use your words.”

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