Page 57 of The Blood Widow

“That will be all, pup. She asked for the strongest, not the most desperate.”

I could tell the speaker was male by the deepness, but the mic was made to distort the voice. I used it once or twice when dominating a person. I agreed with the submissives that loved it. The sound was chilling, like my body and mind couldn’t decide if we were running or fucking.

The guard’s face turned red, and a growl rose in his throat. So, he was a shifter. I’d guess a wolf shifter if my mystery guest was to be believed.

“I could give her just as much pleasure as you, bastard,” the guard said. He crossed his large arms over his chest.

“She wants a beast in the bed, not a panting puppy. Leave or I’ll make you submit and have our guest watch,” another deep voice chimed in on the speaker. The deepness was the only indication that they were a different speakers.

The guard looked ready to put up a fight to shut them up. His face was red, and his teeth were bared.

I, on the other hand, was enjoying the show. I sat down and removed my heels. The straps around my legs were killing me more than the angle of my toes.

When I stood to remove my stockings, the speaker clicked back on. “Did I tell you to start undressing, baby demon?”

I froze with my leg on the bed and my hands on the top of my left stocking.

“I expect an answer.”

“No,” I said through clenched teeth.

The speaker did a huff like an irritated bull. “No, what?”

I cleared my throat and focused on not showing my irritation. “No, sir.”

My first instinct was annoyance. It curled into my gut, but I took a few deep breaths to calm down.

I knew this first time might be difficult, or I may not even like it, but I could feel the need to be dominated. It was like a craving, an itch that I needed to satisfy. When I wanted to dominate someone, it felt like anger and power. It gave me confidence and, usually, gave me control over the darkness within me. This felt like an emptiness and a craving for a rough hand to release my worries to. It was the same as being mind-meltingly horny but darker.

The guard grunted, waiting for my attention, but I ignored him. He stormed out, slamming the door. He definitely wasn’t strong enough for me. I couldn’t handle a tantrum, right now.

“Good, now that the weasel is gone, slowly take off your clothes, get the blindfold off the wall, put it on, and lay on the bed. In that order.”

I unzipped my side zipper slow enough the man growled into the speaker. The sound went straight to my core. The zipper traveled the length of my right side until I could slip the dress off like a cardigan. Instead of dropping it, I guided my dress over my legs with a taunting sway to my hips, giving in to the sexual vixen again.

I stood in my matching black bra and panty set. They were lacy and exquisite against my pale skin. I felt like a queen in them. Not staying still for long, I ran my hands over my body, putting on a show.

The mic turned on again. The mystery man purred before he spoke. “Good girl. I know it’s your first time with a Dom male partner, so we’ll start easy. The safe word is red. Now, get naked, put on the blindfold, and lay down for us.”

The darkness inside of me didn’t like being this vulnerable, but I kind of loved it. They hadn’t even come into the room yet and my nipples were hard, my lady bits were slick, and I was panting with desire.

Once I had followed their orders, I waited for them to arrive. The door slowly opened, making the anticipation rise inside of me. Two distinct sets of footsteps entered the room. My instincts demanded I take my blindfold off in the presence of strangers. My heart thrashed around in my chest.

I could tell they didn’t have weapons on them. There was a certain sound a gun or knife made when someone walked. Even if they had the weapon in their hand, the air thickened.

Something soft like a rose petal touched my chest. It circled around each nipple. I gasped. The moment my mouth was open, one of the men dove for my lips. He gripped the back of my head and pulled lightly on my hair.

I moaned into his hungry kiss. His lips were soft, and his breath was minty. I clenched my legs together when his tongue swirled in my mouth.

Large hands gripped my thighs and shoved them open. “Don’t hide this gorgeous pussy,” he commanded. Then, to his companion, “Look how wet she is for us.” His voice was distorted, as if he was still using something to make him sound different.

The one kissing me lifted until his lips barely grazed mine. He chuckled when I followed his mouth. The hunger in their touches and demands was maddening. I was going to explode with frustration. I wanted pleasure now. I jerked forward andcaught his lips. His strong hand wrapped around my neck, pushing me back on the pillows.

“Did I say you could have another kiss, little mouse?” I pushed against his restraint. The second guy slipped between my legs and held me down, so I couldn’t kick.

I pushed harder and their grips on my body tightened.

“Stop moving, little mouse, or I’m going to punish you,” one of them said, but I had to check they were strong enough. I wasn’t a huge fan of the nickname, but it did make me feel like he was a cat playing with his prey.

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