Page 116 of The Doll and The Domination

Dessin growls at the idea, looking around at the many bodies minding their own business. And as his gaze drags across the room back to me, I know this is going to be a terrible decision. Because his mind is made up. His chest rises faster, lips parting, and he takes a step toward me.

“Dessin…” I warn.

“Greystone got to fuck you last night. It wasn’t me,” he justifies.

“But…”

“Please?” His brow wrinkles inward, and he looks kind of desperate. I melt a little, smiling at the yearning clouding his gaze.

“Did you just ask nicely?” I gasp.

“I can be nice.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say please. I was confident you didn’t know that word existed. In fact, I’m still unsure if you understand its meaning.” My cheeks flood with heat as I smile, fighting the need to release the laughter in my chest.

“Skylenna…” Dessin lifts his chin, using the deepest baritone of his voice. “I am so fucking horny. Will you please let me run my tongue over your clit? Let me take care of my girl.”

My pussy slickens instantly, clenching in an unsteady rhythm. I should say no, and Dessin would respect my decision. I mean, I was fucked in front of so many horny soldiers last night. I was fucked against a horny inmate.

The thought of doing this in public should make my stomach turn like it’s digesting rotten food. Right? I shouldn’t be getting wetter and warmer thinking about doing this…

“Our friends…” I utter.

“Warrose, Ruth, Niles, and Marilynn. Will you form a perimeter so I can get on my knees for my girl?” Dessin commands the backs of their heads calmly. Like his request is natural. Simple.

Niles is the first to laugh.

“My god,” Ruth gasps with a giggle.

“Fuck, really?” Warrose grits.

“Anybody want to deny me this after we’ve just been whipped?” Dessin growls in irritation.

Our friends form a circle around us, but there are only four of them. There are large gaps that anyone can see through.

“Are we having an orgy?!” Helga Bee bustles toward us with her huge breasts and beaming red face. Gerta pops up beside Niles.

“Ah, damnit.” Niles drops his head.

“Just turn your backs to them and pretend like you don’t hear anything,” Marilynn says.

“This is an assignment? Gerta and I are happy to serve!”

Dessin skims his hands down the sides of my thighs as he lowers himself to his knees, lustful brown eyes boring up at me. He’s so dangerously attractive as he caresses his hands up and down the backs of my legs.

“Sling your leg over my shoulder,” he orders in a low voice.

As I lift my foot, I catch a glimpse of his standing cock. He’s loving this. Basking in the view of me bearing my pink opening to him.

“Just lick once,” I whisper sternly.

He bows his eyes to me in acceptance. Though it’s not hard to spot his defiance as he squeezes my inner thighs. There’s a wickedness as he stares into my exposure. A potent, primal haze bludgeoning his self-control from every angle.

“Fuck, I can see it slickening your entrance, baby.”

“Are you going to gawk at it all day?” I clench up, suddenly very aware of the honey of my arousal seeping out of me.

“I just might.” But he leans into me, using two fingers to part my lips gently, breathing me in as his eyes fall shut. I’m quivering, zapped with bursts of euphoria under his fingers.

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