Wolfe looked down at Juliette.
Cumless. Panting. His c**k twitching against her thigh.
“She’s coming to your room,” he said. “You need to go.”
“But I ”
“No.” He grabbed her chin. Kissed her deeply. “You don’t get to cumagain tonight, Little Muse.”
Her eyes glazed. Her cunt throbbed.
“I need”
“Go,” he said. “Be a good girl. And you’ll earn it tomorrow.”
Juliette’s eyes widen. Her legs are still trembling.
“Back exit. Behind the shower wall, there’s a service door. Take it. No one can see you.”
She dressed in seconds.
Her p***y was still wet. Her throat still raw from screaming.
And her body still aching from being denied release.
She stepped into the hallway just before the footsteps reached her room.
Her legs shook.
Her panties stuck to her.
And Isla?
Watched her return, e
