Page 50 of Rawest Venom

“Cal?”

Blinking rapidly to catch a tear that must have escaped, I focus on the spy in front of me. “Yeah, she is trying to play double agent. I’ll get the answers from her and bring her in, though.”

“Better bring her alive, but if she’s dead, maybe that won’t matter either. I don’t know. Just don’t let her get to you.”

I stand swiftly and walk over to Alpha, placing abent arm on the wall by her head. Her breath catches in her chest as her breasts rise underneath her tight T-shirt. Leaning in, I say, “Who hasevergotten to me, huh?” Stepping toward the door, I pause before leaving. “Maybe make sure Delta is notsicknext time you want to speak with me.”

Truth. Honesty. Facts. It’s what I will bargain to get out of my little puppet.

As the Tesla brings me back to the estate, I pull up the feed from her cameras. She’s moaning, writhing, whimpering with the toy held tightly between her legs. Stretching my hips up, I adjust myself as the soothing sounds from her little cries hit my ears. Just thinking about her using her diaper again, being so fucking desperate, in such a pitiful state… All I want to do is sink inside her cunt.

But she doesn’t deserve me.

Not until I get the truth.

Taking my time, as if it’s my own foreplay, I watch her on my phone like my new favorite TV show. Monet has prepared a lovely pesto pasta with fresh pine nuts for me, and I savor every morsel, sipping a cognac for a pre-dessert while I play with my pet’s settings.

When I step through her bedroom door, she’s panting, distressed, and out of breath. Her eyes are wild as she seeks me out with an almost inaudible “please, please, please” coming from her dried lips. Poor thing is parched again.

Setting her dinner bottle on the nightstand, I stand over her with my arms crossed. With a cracked cry, she comes again. “Please, please, please…” The feral look onher face has my dick leaking. She’s wanton. Based and an animal. Controllable. Just like I want her.

“Please what, puppet?”

“Please fuck me, Cal. Please.”

With a snorted little laugh through my nose, I tell her, “I never get tired of hearing that.” A smile takes over my face. “Say it again.”

“Please, Cal. Please fuck me. Please fuck me, please.”

I snag the phone in my pocket and lower the intensity of the vibrations. “You need something, pet?”

Biting her lip, she whimpers and nods, her head almost lolling against her shoulder. She scoots her legs up to her waist as much as she can. Feeling the cloth underneath her lilac dress, it’s dry, but when I stick one finger around inside, she groans with pleasure, and she’s completely soaked from her desires.

Gripping my crotch, I give it a shake and show her my hardness underneath my jeans. “This what you want?”

“Yes, please, please, please…”

“Tell me who you work for.”

Breathlessly, she squeaks out, “Cal, I told you I worked for Donovan. Please. Just let me rest or fuck me, please.”

My ire is at an all-time high. I can’t kill her. Turning away, I try to think up a plan. If I get her high enough, she’ll tell me the truth. LSD is a perfect truth serum, but I’ve made my own concoctions that don’t last as long. I could give her a micro dose, see if she folds then.

Two steps toward the door, she begs me not to leaveher, which just makes my grin widen. She needs me. Frantic for me. She’ll do anything I say at this point. Ugh, if I think about it too much, I’ll come in my pants.

In the grow room, I pick up some papers and dab them with the liquid for her to taste. Slightly more than a micro-dose, but not so much that she’s gone for too long. She may have had training in hallucinogens and how to combat them. But she probably hasn’t had my own recipe before.

When I re-enter the room, her entire body relaxes like she can only have comfort in my presence.

“Open wide and stick out your tongue.” Without hesitation, she does it, as if expecting my cock to slide inside. Her lips close around my finger as I place the paper on her arid pallet, sucking just slightly while her green eyes hold mine. Fuck, I don’t think my cock can get any harder. “Time for another bottle. Lay back some.”

She does and adjusts her hips on the bed, pushing off her feet. “What was that? LSD?”

“Yep.”

“You don’t need to do all that, Cal. I’ll tell you everything.”

Before shoving the bottle in her mouth, I see if she will give me what I want. “Fine. I want you to answer one simple question.”

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