I pinched my n*****s hard, desperate. “Faster, please!”
“Fast isn’t the goal,” he reminded me, the control in his voice like fire.
He moved the toy with expert precision, pressing, teasing, filling me in ways that made my legs tremble and hips rise involuntarily. Each push and pull drove me closer, my body strung tight, taut with need.
Tears mixed with the heat pooling between my legs as I pleaded, begging for release that felt impossible to reach. “I’m sorry, Alpha… please, let me… I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he said, taking the toy away.
Rage surged immediately. “f**k you!” I yelled, standing on weak legs, furious at the torment.
“Say that again, and I’ll make you endure five more,” he warned, low and dangerous.
I hesitated, knowing full well the agony he could put me through.
