Chapter 14
14
DEER
The precum dripping from his dick was a tease that even someone with an iron will wouldn’t be able to ignore. But who would want to do that? I needed this more than anything I’d ever wanted. Scott had all my attention. He was the only thing I could think about. Hell, for the past few days, he was all I’d been dreaming about—literally. He took up more space in my life than anyone ever had. I nuzzled my face against the line of dark hair in the middle of his abs, and he chuckled. The happy sound sent pleasure darting around in my chest.
I felt so good right now I could barely stand it.
Our physical connection flowed, natural and easy, unlike talking. When I spoke, my cheeks got too hot and half the time I stared at the floor or somewhere else—at least, if the topic got serious. With this.... I was much more confident. It was so easy to tell when I was doing things right .
Scott moaned as I sucked a kiss at the base of his shaft.
It was almost impossible to fuck this up.
I caught a whiff of Scott’s musk as I leaned back to get eye to eye with his dick. I licked my bottom lip and sniffed him, really filling my lungs with his sharp, masculine scent. He groaned, head dropping back, as if he couldn’t stand to know that I was trapping his smell in my body. A bead of sweat glittered as it slid down his cheek, and he shivered. Was I doing that to him?
“Get your treat, Fawn,” he murmured. He wriggled his dick and it bounced off my cheek this time.
The second I started to put too much thought into how I would attack his dick, I tensed up, and he must’ve sensed it because he ran his thumb along my collar and gave it a soft tug.
“You’re a fawn. Fawns are only trying to fulfill their needs.”
The low scrape of his voice set me on fire. I nuzzled his cockhead with the tip of my nose, and he flinched, but the sound he made was happy, so I did it again and again. I wrinkled my damp nose before wiping the precum onto his soft belly hair.
He snorted out a laugh that turned into a full, surprised chuckle.
I began to ease away, but he snagged my collar, and I let him urge me toward his dick. His eyes were shining bright at the back and forth, push and pull, and I loved it.
“What are you doing, pretty little fawn?”
Instead of answering—because that would be stupid, since real deer didn’t talk—I popped my lips around his cockhead. The salty, unique taste of Scott’s precum hit my tongue and everything was pure bliss. At his sharp hiss, delight curled up, a peaceful presence in the corner of my mind that was still Deer.
But it was getting easier to shut off my brain and simply be the fawn who went hunting for “treats.”
With me here between Scott’s thighs, there was no need to dissect what was going on in our lives or try to guess what he was thinking. It was the opposite of how I’d been living most of my adult life. The lack of stress and tension nearly made me melt—or maybe I could’ve if my dick wasn’t currently steel.
My treat leaked a bright burst of precum onto my tongue, and I gave it a tiny suck, then did it harder.
Scott moaned. A low, sexy growl crawled up his throat and sent goose bumps racing across my skin. All my hair stood on end. I clenched around the tail in my ass and felt full—but it wasn’t quite what I wanted inside me.
Backing off, I licked softly at the head of his dick while glancing up into his eyes.
Scott tried to smile. A flash of curved lips and white teeth transformed into an intense expression that made my thighs tremble and toes curl. He caressed down my spine as far as he could reach.
“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you? Go ahead.” He ran his thumb around my lips. “Come on, Fawn. You want it, don’t you? Want your treat to flood your mouth?”
I made a small sound of agreement, and his cheeks flushed red, which was new.
“Take it,” he said softly, gliding his cockhead along my bottom lip. With gritted teeth, he eased back inside my mouth while his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. “Please, little fawn. Take my treat.”
My dick ached and I wanted to touch it, but instead I slid my lips more firmly around him, fluttering my tongue over his slit. I dug in, searching for that salty flavor. His face scrunched up as if he was being tortured and his thighs went rigid as a tendon stood out. With the way he aborted a hip thrust, I thought he was trying to stop himself from fucking my mouth.
My stomach flooded with a sweet sensation that buzzed with sexual need—but also something more . I loved being able to affect him this way. No words were necessary. Nothing but me and him in a room, alone, without clothes. Hell, I could almost imagine us in some sun-warmed meadow. No one would bother us. Money issues wouldn’t exist there. Maybe he would have a cute cottage and wander out his front door hard, ready to stroke his morning problem—the only one allowed in this meadow—and then he would find me, a fawn who wanted?—
“Can I pet you?” he asked. “Or will you scamper away?”
My eyes rolled back in my head because his words perfectly complemented the hazy, warm dreamscape that had begun to form in my mind. I looked at the real Scott and sucked gently as he brushed his careful fingers through my hair. I drew more of him into my mouth as he skated his fingertips down my neck, along my shoulders, and finally cupped my cheeks, not forcing me to move faster, just holding me steady.
Yes, the Scott in my dreams, in that meadow, he would do the same thing. The fuzzy world in my brain began to blend into what was happening right now. I squeezed around the tail. How nice would it be to escape all the crap in my life? Leave it all behind for Scott. Groggily, I registered that maybe this was the appeal of being a deer—or any other kind of pet play. In my fantasyland, Scott would take care of me. He would feed me and tame me and keep me close.
I fell into what I was doing, mind pleasantly blanking. The awkwardness from the car ride earlier was a distant memory that buzzed like hornets but didn’t matter. I concentrated on the silky skin under my tongue and worked until I got a warm hum to boil out of his chest and fill the air between us. I curled my hands into fists and used them to rub the top of his tense thighs, imagining hooves. I pawed lightly so I wouldn’t hurt his human skin. Pretending was fun, and the more I did it, the more it felt natural.
And it was addicting.
“Fuck, Deer,” he growled, and my head spun because my name wasn’t wrong, even though we were doing this unusual thing. It fit. “My good little Deer.”
My body convulsed. Yes, say that again . I didn’t take my mouth off him, but I shouted it in my mind. I wanted to be good for him. All I wanted was to make him praise me.
Make him gasp my name.
I slid my hooves up along his sides, skimming the angular muscles there, and dove, taking my treat—his throbbing, leaking dick—farther down my throat than I ever had. I wanted more of the harsh grunts and moans that began to spill out of his mouth. I worked instinctively—tuning in all my senses to the way his muscles hardened and relaxed in a steady rhythm like a heartbeat. His breath hitched. I wasn’t trying to deep throat him, but he slid his hand to the back of my neck and arched up, grinding against my face.
In a shocking instant, my throat was stuffed, but it was good. I slid up his length to drag air into my lungs, and his hand twitched on my neck. His legs quivered. It seemed as if it was taking a lot of effort for him to stay still and not attack. It made my body shake to know I was destroying him.
A shy, skittish part of me really did consider backing away.
Fleeing.
But I needed him too much to do it.
“My pretty fawn. Take it. Take it. Fuck,” he babbled, sounding ripped apart.
My cheeks burned and pride made me lightheaded. All at once, the room came into sharp relief. The bed. The floor. His heaving abs. Everything was terrifyingly real. I’d never had someone look at me like I was special. His bottom lip wobbled and sweat gleamed on his forehead.
Scott’s gaze locked with mine. I took a deep breath through my nose and sank back down until he was pulsing in my throat again. Then, I nuzzled closer, running my nose against his ticklish dark pubic hair, and he grabbed my antlers, holding me in place.
His dick was buried deep inside me and for a scary second it swelled a bit and hardened, but when he shouted my name and the sound became a guttural moan, I knew what was happening. I pulled up and managed to catch the last spurt of his cum on my tongue. The rich musky taste was firmly embedded in my soul now as Scott .
And I loved it.
“Good, Fawn. Perfect, darling,” he whispered, running a finger down the bridge of my nose.
Tingles settled in my groin. I was so hard it almost felt like I had never come. There was so much hot pressure building up in my dick.
“Shit, that was the dog’s balls.”
Anxiety began to claw through me as Scott startled me firmly back into the here and now. He was so tasty. What the hell was I doing? Fuck, what was he doing? When December ended, this would be?—
Scott chuckled and eased up to sit on his ass. He adjusted my antlers and turned until his shoulders were pressed against the side of the bed. What was he doing? That seemed like it was becoming the one big question of my life. He leaned up and blindly groped toward the pillows, and I almost snorted when he dragged a pink bottle of lube down.
I stared at him as he opened the lid and slicked his fingers until they gleamed.
“Come here for your next treat,” Scott said. His voice was a delicious wreck, and I blinked at him and made a small questioning sound.
“You’ll like this. Come on.” He grasped my hip, and I realized I still had my hands curled into hooves. I rolled up onto my knees and rested my hooves on his shoulders as I shuffled forward. Scott nudged my legs until I planted a knee on either side of his hips, leaving me spread out and exposed. My dick bobbed between us, and he smirked, giving me a wink.
“You’re going to have to do something to earn this next treat.” The grin he flashed was full of mischief, and for a moment I hesitated. “Something good, no worries,” he said in a rush. He gripped my right hip and ran his thumb around the point there.
I nodded.
He grinned and it was ecstatic, happier than anything I’d ever seen on his face.
I was floating as I shuffled a few inches closer. He moved me until my forehead was resting against his, then tugged gently on my tail. The plug slid out of my ass, and my eyes snapped shut. I shivered at the thunk on the floor nearby.
“You pretty, shy thing. Look at me, Fawn.”
It was difficult to open my eyes, but I did.
Without warning, he slipped his lubed fingers into my ass, curling them expertly. I shivered when he tapped my prostate like it was made for him and only him. High-pitched embarrassing whimpers spilled from my lips and my cheeks were on fire. When I tried to move away, he slid his free hand to the back of my neck. I had no choice but to burn alive under his intense scrutiny.
“Get your treat, Fawn.” He tapped my prostate again, and my body clenched around his fingers, but he chuckled. “Since you only have hooves, you’ll have to use my fingers to feel good, yeh? You were a greedy deer and slurped my cock dry, so now you have to work for your reward.” He swirled his fingers inside me. An almost there , spiraling pleasure roared through me.
Finally, I got what he wanted me to do.
My brain went offline as I fucked his fingers like they could save my life. He was in no hurry, didn’t move faster or help, and it didn’t take long for me to start feeling desperate. I chased the slow-building tease of my orgasm as sweat coated my heated muscles. There was no way to hide from the sensations or get lost in my head with Scott staring into my soul.
Time didn’t matter anymore, but my legs began to shake from struggling and straining for what I needed. I was surprised when he pulled his fingers out of me, immediately missing the way he was destroying my prostate, until he rolled us, stealing my breath as my back slammed to the floor.
It was like I was in the bizarre daydream. Soft moss on my back, maybe. The scent of flowers in the air. Sweat making everything feel heavier in a good way.
The first realization that slammed into my pleasure blitzed consciousness was being full of Scott’s very thick dick. He smirked down at me and carefully lifted my legs to wrap around his waist. I was nowhere near ready to make my body move, but thankfully, he didn’t seem to want that. He grabbed my hair and used it to hold me still. With his other hand, he gathered my hooves and stretched them over my head.
Hands. Hooves. I snickered, my mind swirling like it did after two flutes of champagne.
I wasn’t struggling.
Couldn’t.
Wouldn’t.
All I could focus on was the drag of his dick on my rim and the way his brutal pounding lit up my insides. He kept up a fierce pace. My back sparked with heat that gradually became pain as we inched across the floor, but even that burn felt strangely good.
“Come on, Fawn. Deer. My beautiful Deer. Take your treat,” he growled in my ear. “Don’t you want to feel good? Be a sweet fawn for me. Now, Fawn. Come for me.” He tugged my hair hard and sucked a kiss right above the collar under my ear.
That was it. My abs tensed so hard they were going to cramp, and a white-hot streak of something nearly awful surged in my dick. After a few pulses that splashed cum between us, the overstimulation mellowed into a liquid lightning that tore me apart. My muscles spasmed and I drifted in pure joy.
For a few minutes, all I could feel was the afterglow.
A cloth on the verge of being too warm cleaned my dick, abs, and scrubbed lube and cum out of my asscrack. Strong arms carefully lifted me to the bed, then rolled me onto my front. A hand smoothed down my back, a gentle ticklish tease.
When the room finally solidified around me again, I glanced over my shoulder.
Scott gave me a sheepish grin as he smoothed ointment down my spine.
“What happened?” My antlers were on the bed beside me, some sleight of hand I hadn’t noticed occurring. The tail was on the nightstand, and it looked like it had been cleaned because it sat on a towel.
“Brush burn. From the floor.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then lay down beside me.
Something that had nothing to do with sex began to pop and fizz, excited fireworks in my blood, as he stared into my eyes, blinking but never glancing away.
“Are you my deer or my fawn right now?”
I grunted at the confusing question.
He laughed and ducked his head. “Okay. Are you ready to be a person again?”
“If I gotta,” I grumbled.
His sharp burst of laughter had me smiling, but it felt luxurious to move my mouth. I was not myself right now.
He sank his fingers into my hair, cupping my scalp, holding me.
“Two hundred.”
Frowning, I licked my lips. “Huh?”
“To stay through January. Two hundred thousand.” The gravelly words scraped out of his lips and his eyebrows danced up as if he’d surprised himself.
“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate. What was there to think about? I wanted to stay with Scott till the end of next month. Oh yeah. Wait. “Too much money.”
“Three hundred, then, because you should know your worth.” He winked and nipped the tip of my nose. “I want to explore this dynamic between us.”
The room wobbled a little, even though I was lying flat on my stomach. My mother might have barely raised me, but I wasn’t a fool. How could I turn down that cash? And hell, I wanted more of whatever the fuck was happening to me at this moment. It was almost painful to fight through the heavy satisfaction weighing down my limbs to move, but I hugged him close and nodded.
He squeezed my ass. “All right. That’s what I’m talking about.” I couldn’t see his smile because my eyelids had fluttered closed, but I could hear it in his voice. He kissed me as if he was never going to stop.
And maybe he wouldn’t.
At least, not until the end of January.