Page 6 of His Beast Mate

Chapter Three

John

After William left,I leaned back and relaxed my neck, letting my head fall back. I bought her. I did it. I needed a drink, and I looked up at the bottle of fine whiskey. Damn, it was fine. Burned down the throat and didn’t leave that sour-ass cheap aftertaste I’d accepted came with hard booze. I was a beer man, but this John persona in a suit drank whiskey. The Men of Earth John persona didn’t drink; he did drugs. They liked to jack up with shit. Made them all a little more brave.

Felicia’s hands traveled up my thigh. I knew she knew her duties. They’d trained her as a sexual slave. I’d seen quite a bit in my life, but Felicia’s situation was the saddest. I caught her hands before she unzipped my pants. “Are there cameras in the room?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Does he plan to turn them off?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“When you drop your pants.”

I groaned. Though my dick could use some love, a blowjob from this poor creature was the last thing on my mind. But I had to do something for the camera. I knew William and possibly the other two perverts watched us.

She rubbed her face against my hand. I patted her cheek and looked down. She smiled, showing me her blunt teeth. I hadn’t expected a beast female to be…cute, with chubby red cheeks and disproportionately large eyes framed in long dark eyelashes. Poor thing.

Those seductive eyes kept dropping to my dick, though, and suddenly, a blowjob sounded great. Dick fully erect, I moved it to the side and away from her pouty lips, then glanced at the tiny camera imbedded into an old man’s eye in the painting on the opposite wall. His eyes were painted green, and one of them was brighter than the other. Since the beasts had jacked me up with enhancements, I had sharper vision than the average human. I saw the camera. “Kitten,” I said. “Would you get me a drink?”

“Sure.” Felicia stood and stayed there. I think she wanted me to look, so I perused at least six feet of curves with toned muscle, abundant long dark hair, big tits, and a shaved pussy. Almost a human female…but not. Felicia’s body aroused me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

I nodded.

She walked to the bar and rose on her toes, then bent over. Jesus Christ. What an ass, and the small slit between her legs… It made my mouth water. She poured me a whiskey and walked back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was something wrong with me.

“If you were my male, I’d castrate you,” Felicia whispered and dropped back to her knees. She handed me a drink and put her hands on my thighs.

I downed the liquid in one gulp and put the glass on the table. “Excuse me?”

“Castrate you, motherfucker.” She watched my dick, not me.

I sat up straight. “Why would you want to castrate me?”

“Marriage is a sacred union. It’s a promise, and it should last for a lifetime. It doesn’t include spending nights with other females.”

“I’m not married. Where did you hear that?”

“You got a kid. She came from a female.”

“Ah. Nope. Never been married.”

She looked up, eyes wide. “But you have a child.”

“Her mother passed away at birth.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

I grunted.

“I am proud to service you, then.” She grabbed my belt and yanked.

I put a hand over hers. I couldn’t let her do this. Fuck the camera. There had to be another way.

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