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“All good,” Raekon replies cheerfully, his tone light and unconcerned. I’m still shivering in his arms, my body pulsing with aftershocks, and the cashier gives me a small, knowing smile before disappearing again.

Raekon brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, his expression a mix of smug satisfaction and something softer. “You’re exquisite when you fall apart for me,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. I can’t respond, but I don’t need to. The look in his eyes says it all. I’m his, and he’s never letting me go.

Raekon’s fingers brush against a bottle of warming KY jelly in the aisle, and he tosses it into the basket with a smirk. My eyes widen behind the mask, a muffled protest caught in my throat. Next comes a box of condoms, the shiny packaging glaring under the fluorescent lights. My cheeks burn. He’s not even going to use them—he’s just doing this to humiliate me further.

He adds a bottle of massage oil, a set of silk restraints, and something called “Euphoric Climax Serum” to the growing pile. My stomach twists with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. The cashier is going to see all of this. Everyone in the store is going to see it.

Raekon turns to me, his red eyes gleaming. “Ready to check out, little flower?”

I try to shake my head, but he just chuckles and steers me toward the register. The cashier, a bored-looking woman with a neon pink streak in her hair, scans the items without comment—until she gets to the condoms. Her brow quirks, and she glances at Raekon, then at me. I’m hunched over, my arms bound behind me, the coat barely hiding my nakedness.

“Busy night?” she asks, her tone dry but not unkind.

“Just getting started,” Raekon replies, his voice smooth and unbothered.

As she bags the items, he casually turns the vibe in my pussy and the clamps on my nipples to their highest setting. My legs nearly buckle, a soft whimper escaping around the gag. The cashier’s eyes flick to me, her lips twitching in amusement.

“Something wrong, honey?” she asks, though her tone suggests she knows exactly what’s wrong.

Before I can react, Raekon cranks the vibrations up to max. My knees give out, and I crash into the counter, the clamps buzzing furiously, the vibe a relentless rhythm inside me. The cashier’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what’s happening.

“Have a nice night,” Raekon says, his tone cheerful as he scoops me up with one arm and grabs the bag with the other.

The cashier stares, her mouth hanging open, as Raekon carries me out of the store. My legs dangle, the coat flapping open to reveal my bare ass and the vibe still humming away. A man in the parking lot nearly drops his cart as he sees us.

Raekon tosses me into the back of the limo, the door slamming shut behind us. He grabs the lapels of the coat and rips it open, buttons flying like shrapnel. My body is exposed, trembling, the clamps still buzzing, the vibe still working its magic.

“Now,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, “you will give ME pleasure.”

CHAPTER 16

WILLOW

The limo’s leather seats are cool against my knees as I kneel before Raekon, my body still humming from the vibrations of the clamps and the vibe. The harness digs into my skin, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, but I’m not thinking about that right now. All I can focus on is the throbbing, scaled length of his cock, inches from my face. Even restrained, even gagged, I’m determined to please him—and maybe, just maybe, remind him who’s really in control here.

I lean forward, rubbing my gagged face against the length of him, the ridges of his cock catching on the rubber ball in my mouth. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer, the heat radiating from him, the way his body tenses with need.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. He reaches behind my head, unbuckling the gag and pulling it free. I gasp as the ball slips out, my jaw aching but my mouth already watering at the thought of what’s next.

I don’t waste a second. My tongue darts out, tracing the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, savoring the way his scales shift and ripple under my touch. The ridges around the crown undulate, and I moan, the sound low and throaty.I’m supposed to be the one in control here, but damn, he’s intoxicating.

“That’s it,” he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Show me what you can do, little flower.”

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, my lips closing around the heart-shaped head. I suckle gently at first, teasing him, but when he lets out a low groan, I can’t resist pushing further. My tongue swirls around the ridges, and I feel him twitch in my mouth, his hips bucking slightly. I pull back, then take him deeper, my throat relaxing as I work him with a rhythm that’s as much for my pleasure as his.

He’s close—I can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps. I redouble my efforts, my mouth working him with a fervor that leaves me lightheaded. And then he’s there, his cock pulsing as he spills into my mouth. I swallow eagerly, the taste of him sweet and rich, like strawberries and something uniquelyhim. It’s always been my favorite part of this—the way he tastes, the way he feels when he loses control.

When he finally stills, I pull back, licking my lips and looking up at him with a smug grin. “Well, that was quick,” I say, my voice teasing. “Guess I’m better at this than I thought.”

His eyes narrow, and I see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze. “You’re looking a bit too pleased with yourself,” he says, his tone low and warning.

“Well, I did make you cum in record time,” I reply, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice.

“After I had not touched myself in a week,” he growls, his hand tightening in my hair again. “You need to be reminded who you belong to, little flower.”

I swallow hard, the smugness fading as I realize I might have pushed him too far. But before I can say anything, he’s pulling me up, his hands rough and demanding as he positions meexactly where he wants me. And I know, without a doubt, that I’m about to get exactly what I asked for.

His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward until my face is level with his cock. The ridges along his length glisten, and I can already feel my mouth watering. “Take it,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “All of it.”

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