He chuckled and pulled back the toy. My whine escaped before I could stop it.
“I didn’t say you could get up,” he warned.
I lay back down, mock respect in my posture, spreading my thighs wider, daring him with my eyes. He smiled, amused.
“You still don’t understand,” he said, moving the toy back over me, teasing. It slid inside easily, wet and slick, and my body shivered, desperate for more. He pulled it back and pushed it in again, relentless, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I moaned, my body shaking. The toy alone might not have been enough, but the vibrations made it feel deep and full. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping my breasts, chasing the high, craving release.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. He pulled it away, and I gasped, feeling the emptiness and the denial
