Page 25 of Veil of Shadows

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

The instant he wrapped his hot, wet tongue around my puckered peak, my eyes rolled back. I tugged my restraints, wanting nothing more than to bury my hands into the muscles of his back. He chuckled against my mounds. My muscles contracted and undulated as electric waves of need caressed my veins. He dragged his tongue over to my other nipple, tugging it softly with his teeth.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Fuck.”

“Mmmmm,” he moaned against my skin as he sucked my peak between his lips, “I love your sounds.”

“Dom,” I whimpered.

Then, he disappeared. Just like that. My body shivered with the cool air that descended onto my wet nipples. I searched for him, picking up my head as I glanced around what parts of his room that I could see. Nighttime blanketed the compound. Nothing but slivers of moonlight illuminated his bedroom as it poured through the windows. And it wasn’t until I saw him pop up from the floor that I saw him holding something between his fingers.

Something that I didn’t recognize.

“What are those?” I asked with a nod of my head.

He grinned as he nodded toward it. His fingertips turned it around, as if he were putting it on display for me.

“Oh, this little thing?” he asked as he pressed a button on the bottom of it.

My eyes came alive when it started vibrating in his hand.

“This is going in your ass before I fuck you,” he said with a devilish grin. “It’s called an anal plug.”

My jaw hit the floor. “There’s no fucking way that’s going in there.”

“Oh, but it will,” he said as he reached his talon down and slipped it beneath the ankle cuff of my sweatpants.

“Seriously, Dom, I don’t know who these clothes belong to.”

He chuckled as he slowly zipped that sharp weapon up my sweatpants leg. “We can get you more. It’s fine.”

“Dom.”

He put on a mocking voice. “Bexley.”

I shot him a look as his talon graced the inside of my thigh. I jumped, forcing him to pause, and he pinned me with a look that said ‘you better fucking settle down or this is gonna hurt.’ I held my breath and watched him work. I watched him slip his talon beneath my panties, fileting them open in one fell swoop. His talon worked its way down my other leg, seemingly zipping open my entire fucking outfit. And when he was done, he grabbed all of the ripped fabric and yanked it out from beneath me.

“Ah!” I exclaimed.

The burn of the fabric stung me in a few places as my naked body sat there, tied to Dom’s fucking bed frame.

Seeing him lick his lips, however, sent a shiver down my spine. “My, my, sweet girl. What fun I’ll have with you.”

He knelt on the bed in between my legs, and it killed me that he was still dressed. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to see him. But as he perched between my legs, his fingers parted my pussy folds. I hissed as the cool air of his room touched mymost sensitive area. It felt like he was studying me, as if I were somehow on display.

My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “Dom?”

He licked his lips. “You have such a pretty pussy, sweet girl.”

I whimpered at his words. “Dom, please.”

“Please… what?”

I raised my hips softly. “Touch me. Please. Kiss me. Do something. Anything.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s a much better tone of voice than the one you were using before, don’t you think?”

“Dom,” I groaned.

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