Page 2 of Rust the Rejected
She gasps, and her greedy core clenches. Then she wails when I issue three successive spanks to her swollen folds. But she doesn’t miss the count.
I thrust two tapered fingers inside of her pussy. It pulsates around the digits, sucking them in deep. So tight and wet. I stifle a groan. Too damn long.
“Twenty, Sir.”
The sub ends on a choked pant.
I lift her to straddle my lap.
Tears stream down her reddened cheeks. Like her ass, they bear a crimson shade. I pull the Ferragamo silk pocket square from my suit jacket and dab her face. Chocolate brown eyes now softened lower to stare at my chest submissively.
“You did well, pet. Now, you will think twice before topping a Dom. Won’t you?” I ask with a cocked eyebrow.
“Thank you, Sir. Yes, I will,” she whispers.
“Good. Now, we fuck,” I say as my hands cup her heated ass, and I rise. Quick strides take me to the sex swing. Even quicker, I strap her in.
Excitement shines in her eyes, even as she keeps them lowered. Her teeth nibble at the corner of her lip. Dainty fingers wrap around the black suede straps. Her thighs—slick with her juices—quiver in anticipation.
She doesn’t have long to wait.
I unzip my trousers, and my aching cock springs free. It slaps back against my shirt. The engorged mushroom tip reaches my belly button.belly button.
Teeth marks dimple her lip as she moans at the sight of my well-endowed dick.
I fist its wide base and stroke up the veiny shaft once, squeezing below the head. Pearly beads of pre-cum drip to tile floor. Her lust-filled eyes follow their descent. I slip a condom over my cock. Her eyes snap to my face when I grab her hips and pull.
The sex swing arcs forward. We watch as her pussy swallows the length and girth of my cock. The tip parts her glistening folds, then disappears inch by delicious inch into her soaked core. When my heavy balls meet her heated ass cheeks, we groan in unison.
My eyes close. The sensation of tight, wet warmth clamping on my dick makes my balls tingle. Finally. Fuuuck. I relish the moment before I withdraw to my tip.
The sub mewls in protest at the loss.
“Oh, little pet, I will satisfy you many times over. But you will not cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!”
I chuckle wickedly and pull the sex swing forward to plunge back in. With each arc of the swing, her pussy flutters around my cock. Too much and I draw back, edging her until she begs my permission to cum.
The forceful thrusts pop her tits from the corset. I lean over and suckle the plump nipples. She moans as her inner walls clench around my cock. A few more thrusts, and my control hangs on by a thread.
“Now, pet! Keep cumming until I give you permission to stop,” I growl.
She keens as her first orgasm causes her body to buck in the sex swing.
I grunt and growl as I fuck her through one wave after the other of her toe-curling orgasms until she’s limp in the swing. Then I chase my release with a roar to the ceiling. My knees turn to jelly, and my still erect cock slips from her pussy.
She whimpers.
I slip the condom off and toss it in the discreet trash can. She watches with hooded eyes as I tuck my junk away, then uncuff her from the sex swing and carry her to the bed. With a sated sigh, she rolls to her side, curled up like a well-fed pup. I chuckle to myself as I head to the en suite bathroom for a warm, moistened cloth and clean her gently. I apply a soothing salve to her warm crimson ass cheeks, and she moans softly. Tucked beneath the silk sheets, I leave the contented she-wolf with a note beside her pillow to stay the night and enjoy breakfast.
I skip the shower and go downstairs to my McLaren P1 LM. The ride to my beachfront penthouse on Ocean Drive—where most pack bachelors live—brings me back to reality.
I let my mind wander as I drive along Collins Avenue, South Beach. And as my thoughts have in recent months, they go to what I long for to complete my life. No matter how successful I am in the ER or how many—or how few—nights at Club Sol & Mani, one thing still eludes me.
My fated mate…
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