Page 7 of Guarded By the Hellhound
“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear. “You are all nice and wet for me.” He slides a finger inside of me, moaning into my ear. “I can’t wait to sink into that sweet, sweet heat of yours.” He adds another finger.
“You’re so tight, Katherine. I need to stretch you out a bit before you can take my cock…” The thought alone has me bucking against his hand. He squeezes my neck tightly at the same time. He fastens his hold on my pussy.
“Uh-uh, Katherine, nice and steady… Until I say so.”
I whimper, I need to cum, is he going to deny me? As if he’s reading my thoughts, he slides his fingers out of my pussy, before plunging them back in again. And again. And again. The man owns my pussy, his fingers glide nice and easily with how wet I am, and the palm of his hand is grinding on my clit. I am panting, and stars are dancing at the lines of my vision.
“Please, sir, please let me cum,” I whimper.
“Do you need to cum, Katherine?”
“YES!” I exclaim when he curls his fingers just right. “Please, sir, I need to cum. Please, please, please.”
“You beg so prettily,” he whispers in my ears. His fingers are pumping in and out of me with more force now. “Will you beg me for my cock? Will you beg me to fill you up, to fuck you deep and hard before I spill my seed inside of you?”
The image of me begging for his cock and him filling me has me flowing over the edge.
“Good girl,” he praises me while he holds me tight, curling his fingers and pressing his palm into my clit to let me ride out the waves of my orgasm.
He only lets go of me when I’m utterly spent. He pulls out his fingers and brings them to my mouth.
“Taste yourself, Katherine,” he commands, and I open up.
“Now let me taste you.” He turns my head towards him for a slow, soft, almost tender kiss. Then he straightens my clothes and pulls me against him.
“Sleep,” he whispers in my ear. And I sleep.
RAIDER
Katherine nervously paces the living room while calling the cops. I am still seated at the kitchen table, but my enhanced hearing picks up every detail of the conversation.
“My, uhm, my dog scared him away,” she says, making me smirk.
“Well, you should consider yourself lucky with adopting him,” the dispatcher replies.
“Yes, I am happy I adopted him,” she says. “But I’m also scared. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
“Tell me again why you didn’t call us last night, please?”
Katherine heaves a frustrated sigh. “I already told you my phone was downstairs, and I was scared out of my mind. When the intruder woke me up, Raider immediately went downstairs, and I was so scared, I locked myself in the bathroom.”
“That is a sage decision in any break-in situation, ma’am,” the dispatcher interrupts her.
Tears are springing into her eyes. I can hear the growing agitation in her voice when she continues. “Once I was there,I was too scared to come out. I only left the bathroom because Raider came back and was whining at the door. It was still dark outside, and I was too scared to go downstairs to call; I figured Raider would let me know if he was back. In the midst of everything, I must have fallen asleep-”
“You fell asleep?”
I growl low in my throat; that sounded condescending, and I don’t like them speaking to my girl like that. Not at all.
Katherine’s cheeks are flushed. She shakes her head as she continues, her voice a bit sharper than before. “Yes, I fell asleep. And I just woke up, gathered my courage, and came downstairs to call. So, please, can you send someone over here to check for evidence or something.”
The dispatcher is silent, but I pick up the distinct sound of typing.
“I’ll see what I can do, ma’am.”
I see the defeated look in her eyes. Her shoulders slump, and she shivers before she hugs her body. Her eyes turn glassy.
“Okay, thank you,” she whispers before hanging up the phone.
