I kept him on his knees while the requests for alliance began flooding in.
The territories were fracturing faster than even I had anticipated. Encrypted messages poured across my wristband — three lesser lords, two border Alphas, and one undecided Supreme offering secret pacts if I would “influence” the Supreme seat in their favor. They no longer asked for Justin. They asked for me.
I stood in front of him in the treatment room, white coat open, and watched him struggle to hold the kneeling position. Thighs spread wide. Hands clasped behind his back. c**k heavy, flushed, and leaking steadily onto the sheets between his legs. His body trembled with the effort of remaining upright under the calculated delay protocol.
“Requests for alliance,” I said softly, reading the latest message aloud
