Page 60 of Knot Just for Show

Ursula

“Ok, Princess, first I wanna ask you a couple of questions—if you ever wanna stop, all you have to say is ‘stop’. No questions asked,” Teddy’s voice, usually bouncing with casual mischief—is all velvet smooth, sultry and sonorous.

I hang on his next words until I realize he’s waiting for my approval.

“Ok, ask away.” I do my best to remain calm—my pink fuzzy blanket tucked all the way beneath my chin—the vibrator; disguised as a modest chrome pendant the size of my pinky finger and shaped like a rounded stylus or elongated ‘bullet’, still clutched in my hand—it’s long knit chain looped several times around my wrist.

“How do you usually start when you’re trying to make yourself cum?” Gone is Teddy, the goofball, the athlete, the actor. Teddy, the alpha is now in the building; his confidence is laced with lascivious ease like sipping a fine spirit or liqueur—his words go down easy; warming me as they go.

I swallow hard. Sheesh what an opener! How the fuck do I respond to that? I suppose part of the process is being honest—seeing where this goes for real.

“Lots of times it involves a bath, a good amount of THC, and some low lighting,” I begin, still trying to work past my own humorous deflection to get to the truth of the matter.

“Mhmmmm?” Teddy purrs, prompting me to continue. While I can’t see him, the sound reaches out to my omega biology—making my heart rate slow, and my clenched shoulders and jaw muscles soften and relax.

“Usually my brain is really where it starts,” I admit somewhat sheepishly. “I start to envision things—to think about…scenarios.” I press my knees together—slick already flowing between my legs as I fight to focus on anything other than the memory of dream Teddy fucking me relentlessly on the floor of a dance studio—or maybe it was a dojo?

“What kind of things?” he prods, and I give a nervous laugh.

Might as well jump off the deep end.

“Like you, fucking me on a hardwood floor so hard you have to cradle the back of my head while you pound me, so I don’t geta concussion?” My own voice sounds alien to me, low and thick with need.

I hear a sound something between a gasp and a moan escape from Teddy before he quickly rights himself.

“Oho! My little princess is surprisingly dirty, I see,” he chuckles approvingly.

Scared that I’ll lose my nerve and my confessional momentum, I continue,

“Or giving Mavren head in his office after a big night at the restaurant, or fucking Lysander in a public bathroom at the Metropolitan Museum of Art—or the Isabella Stuart Gardner Museum, or getting double knotted during my first heat with my new pack—”my words evaporate as my breath hitches.

I’ve been sprinting so far ahead that now that I’ve given myself a chance to catch up—I realize my hands have drifted down over my soft belly—still clasped around the small, dormant vibrator—hovering over my pulsing pussy—my clit throbbing nearly in time with my own silent heartbeat.

“Mmm, I like your imagination, princess. Makes my cock hard,” Teddy growls.

“All this imagination has me dripping and so fucking tight,” I whine, the words flying free from my lips without thinking.

“Good,” Teddy hums, pleased with himself. “I want you to start touching yourself—soft, gentle; starting with that sweet little pearl that’s probably just begging to be stroked right now.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I dart one last hesitant glance to the motorized follow cam mounted on the nearby ceiling corner, then allow my eyes to drift closed as I focus on Teddy’s voice, one of my hands loosening its grip on the vibrator pendant and slipping beneath the elastic band of my baggy sweats, and the soft mesh lace of my panties.

I make a sound somewhere between a sigh and a hiccup as I run my middle finger up the slick petals of my cunt, the pad of my finger gliding with delicious ease over my swollen clit.

“There you go, Princess—that’s a good girl. Real slow, top to bottom, I’d like you to stroke that little jewel for me,” Teddy instructs with smoldering sweetness—and I can feel my heart rate jump up another couple of steps—the tightness between my legs panging with a delicious ache.

“When we don’t have a wall between us, I’m going to use my tongue to do what you’re doing right now—licking that sweet pearl, sucking it soft and steady.”

Behind my eyelids, I envision the same muscular shoulders I clung to in my dream—the backs of my thick thighs resting against his trapezius muscles. His fingers studding the soft, cellulite dimpled flesh as he spreads me wide to get his taste—his neck dropped low, his head obscured under the fall of shadow; his mouth unseen, but certainly felt between my legs.

“Right now, though? I want you to slip just one finger inside, Princess.” Teddy guides me, his own desire fraying the edges of his breathy words.

I take a stuttering breath and reluctantly stop stroking my clit, my middle finger dipping into my slick folds, sinking as deep as my small digits will allow.

“I want more than a finger,” I whine, embarassed by how petulant and bratty my need makes me sound—how it’s dissolved my reason.

“Oh don’t worry, Princess, we’ll get there—I’ve got more than you can handle in my fist right now,” Teddy growls, and I feel my muscles tighten around my seeking finger. “Tell me more about your active imagination—if I like what I hear, maybe I’ll allow you to add another finger—or that vibe.”

“Where to start?” My sigh deepens to a little moan as I pump my finger slowly in and out of my tight, dripping pussy.“Mavren eating my pussy under the table at a fancy dinner while I try to keep a straight face, Ash fucking my face while Ronan knots me on the counter of the florist shop after hours,” I pant, contemplatingcheatingby redirecting my attention back to my pounding clit. For now, I continue my obedience.

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