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I continued to coax every last pulse from her pussy until she lay spent, hair plastered to her damp forehead. She hadn’t fallen into subspace, but she rested, a smile on her lips as she attempted to catch her breath.
“My beautiful girl.” I reluctantly removed my hand from her body and eyed the cream smeared over my fingers. The musky scent of her cum flooded my nostrils, and a growl rumbled low in my chest. I shoved my thumb into my mouth, sucking her essence down my throat, eyes rolling back into my head.
Every part of me ached to thrust into her tight wetness, stroke myself against her cum-slickened walls. Shoot copious amounts of thick spunk against her womb—claim her.
Mine.
My skin on fire, I licked my other fingers clean while staring at her peaceful face. How far would she be willing to go? Could I rouse her need enough again that she would allow me to at least blow my load all over her reddened skin?
I reached out my hand to caress the prints on her ass—and, I hoped, bring her back to the state of need where she might beg for my cock.
Chapter 13
Dolyn
I’d followed Ashley after work but stayed invisible as she ate in the same cafe as the week before. She’d sat in the front window again, searching the bustling sidewalks for me as I was sure she sensed my presence.
My old, what turned out to be sickly, dog friend now rested in one of my shelters in upstate New York. Two nights ago and unable to sleep, I’d gone in search of him, allowing my beast to simmer close to the surface so we could scent the animal together.
I’d found him in a dark alley, damp and shivering, huddling in a pile of rubbish.
He’d allowed me to pick him up and cradle him to my chest. My beast had been bothered by the animal’s stench, but I’d kissed the dog’s snout and promised him food and warmth.
A few hours later, he curled in a kennel in the back of a hired van, licking me one last time on my fingers as I stroked his forehead. I’d told him to be a good boy.
He’d woofed his promise.
While I’d have preferred to keep the animal in my own care, my suite and current situation didn’t allow for such a pet. I’d called the shelter I financed and informed the overseer of the dog’s impending arrival and insisted they spare no expense in seeing to his health.
Even knowing he’d arrived and was being looked after, I’d missed his cold nose against my hand as I watched Ashley finish her meal. Same as before, she’d headed northward, entering the doors of Vanni’s skyrise as I’d expected.
I’d waited to enter, not wishing to be all up in her space again where she might be tempted to speak to what she considered thin air. If she’d simply reach out an arm or wave one quickly around her, she would come into contact with my body, and I couldn’t have that until she first accepted the truth of what I was.
Once the elevator doors had slid shut and hid her from sight, I’d hurried to another, waiting for the people around me to crowd in. Riding upward to the floor housing the sex club took a bit of time with various ups and downs since I couldn’t very well push past people and excuse myself to exit. Once finally alone, I hit the button for Vanni’s club, cursing over every minute wasted.
Still invisible, I’d made myself at home in the men’s locker room, the only place I felt sure I could reveal myself without the possibility of a camera catching me in the act. Seconds later, I’d stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. I moved deeper into the lounge as though I had every right to be there even though I hadn’t paid for a membership. Surprisingly, or luckily, Vanni hadn’t questioned my presence the last time I’d bent over and presented my ass for his whip. I expected his need to test my submission had been too great.
Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration slithered up my nose, hardening my already thickened cock as I moved deeper into the lounge.
Humans, dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof, mingled in the open area as with the other nights I’d been there. Dim lights teased with the suggestion of what went down in the shadows. Low music lay like a silken sheet beneath the rising moans and crack of instruments of pain upon supple flesh. The St. Andrew’s cross held a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.
Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar.
My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.
Please.
My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact he requested to submit rather than dominate pressing even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, my hands fisting at my sides.
A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air while scanning the room.
Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left to the lounge’s far corner where Ashley had submitted to Vanni last week. Once more, she’d given her pleasure to him, and from my view, it appeared his hand still stroked between her thighs.
Slickness oozed from my slit, and I groaned, pressing down against my cock.
What a sight they were together. Both dark heads, hair dampened by sweat, skin shimmering from exertion. My feet moved me forward, and I drank them in, listening as Ashley whimpered and came down from her high.
Vanni pulled his hand away from her pussy and studied his glistening fingers.
