Page 112 of Deadly Sweet

“Fuck yeah!” I shout. “I’m a bad ass bitch.” I turn to Cobra. “Aren’t I?”

“If I say no, will you hurt me?” he asks in a monotone voice.

“Maybe.” I shrug, giving him a playful grin.

“Then, yes, you're a bad ass bitch. You go, girl. Woo.” He waves his hand in the air, saying all this with the same monotone voice before turning and walking away.

“A little more enthusiasm next time would be nice!” I call after him.

The girls loop their arms through mine. “Let’s go get your Alpha.”

When we get to the bottom of the stairs, I freeze, eyes on the tall, stunning man waiting for me by the front desk. His hair is slicked back, beard neatly shaven, and he’s in black dress pants. But what has my pussy threatening to turn into a damn geyser is the fact he’s dressed in a black and red corset with a black dress shirt under it.

Oh. My. God.

“You smell like a whore house right now,” Duchess whispers in my ear. “If you don’t get your shit together, you're going to make that poor man cum in his pants. Again.”

That snaps me out of it, making me giggle. “I’m sorry, have you seen my Alpha?” I hiss, pointing to him.

I may have a thing for men in corsets. I may have also gone down a spiral of that one video channel called Men In Corsets. It’s the closest thing to porn without being porn.

“I have. And he looks very handsome.”

“Are you blind?” I narrow my eyes on her.

“No, but I am gay,” she laughs.

“Is everything okay?” Jake asks, voice mixed with amusement but a little bit of nerves, too.

I look back at him, and my whole body tingles. I have to clamp my thighs shut. I hate my slick panties, but if I didn’t have a pair on right now, it would be running down my leg.

Could always make him lick it up for you. You know how much you love a tongue between your thighs.

We lock eyes as I find myself drifting towards him, this pull in my chest leading me.

“You look amazing,” he whispers in awe, eyes sweeping over my body.

“Really?” I ask, spinning around. “You like?”

“I love it.” He smiles.

“I’m gonna be honest. It’s taking everything in me not to strip you down and fuck you right now.”

His eyes widen, and his lips part.

“What she means is, she has a lady boner for men in corsets. You're her wet dream right now,” Duchess rephrases from behind me.

I nod my head. “She's right. You are.”

His cheeks turn pink, and god, he’s so cute! “Oh. Ah, I’m glad,” he chuckles. “It’s not something I wear often; I haven't really had the opportunity to wear them, if I’m being honest.”

“Them?” I ask. “You have more than one?”

His cheeks grew ever so more pink. “I have a collection.”

Closing my eyes, I try to keep myself in check.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

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