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“I don’t want you to refuse. I want you to let me taste you. Fill my mouth. Soak me. Drench me. Mark me.”
It was primitive. Wild. It made her think of last night, of being bent over the bed and fucked with his giant cock, almost splitting in half and loving every second. “I love this,” she whined, voice narrow and echoing off the walls of the steamy shower as he worked her tender pussy to another orgasm, his own essence gushing out around his thrusting finger.
His love has no limits. No taboos, she thought in a blissful haze.
Only to feel the cold hooks of reality dragging her back to the surface.Except that it’s not love.
Chapter Ten
Another day, another shot, another meeting where they kept their composure in public, and then hurried to do depraved things in private. Abigail didn’t know if a week of shots had fried her brain or expanded it as she waited for Marcus to join her in her room that night. She was already warming up for him, her hormones rendering her insatiable.
Was he getting tired of her? Was the fact that each time seemed to grow wilder proof that their physical relationship needed an element of novelty?
Abigail gasped as the slenderest silver probe dipped between her cheeks and slid slowly past the ring of muscle. Marcus had been toying with her there with his digits for the last few times, and she had decided to test how it felt alone, when he wasn’t with her, in case she disliked it or if there should be some sort of embarrassing mess.
There was no mess, just a curious fullness and a sense of sordid satisfaction, a voice shouting back at Brent and the sneering older executives and younger women who thought her some sort of boring prude.
I’m Abigail, and I’m not the boring, middle-aged woman who works at the credit exchange and has never even been to Moonworld on holiday. I’m in a relationship with a successful, heroic Leonid doctor, and I’ve been fucked seven ways from Saturn, thank you very much.
She worked the slender metallic rod in and out, her permanent state of arousal making her moan like some paid Pleasure Park actress, loud and wantonly.
“I used my code,” Marcus whispered, startling her—and making her blush and freeze in place on the bed.
“I...”
“You said not to wait outside, just to slip in,” Marcus reminded her, hurrying over, shedding clothes as he went.
“I thought it would be better,” she hesitated, wondering if she should remove the probe or let Marcus see how naughty she’d been.
He solved that problem. “Abi, that’s why I have a tail. To make sure my Queen is always as full as possible. No, don’t take it out. Leave it for now.”
ABI CLOSED HER EYESas Marcus sprawled next to her, his furry thigh her pillow as she languidly licked, nibbled, and sucked on the satiny pink cock, her finger rubbing his tight ring of flesh with the lightest of touches. It made him moan louder, and the pearly precum slid from his crown in a steady waterfall. While her mouth and fingers were busy, his mouth worried her permanently swollen, pouting pussy. His paw gently guided their makeshift dildo in and out of her ass, fucking her slowly as he sucked her clit, making her squirm.
When she felt as though she was about to burst, she heard him order, “Get on your knees,” in a snarl that meant he was close to losing control.
A shiver of anticipation tingled from her toes to her throbbing clit. “I like when you lose control, Marcus,” she whispered.
“I like that you let me. You have all the control, my Queen. I’m yours to command.”
“You’re the King. You’re mine to serve.”
“If you keep calling me that, Abi...”
“My King?”
He pounced on her, pressing her down into the mattress as his cock plundered her pussy. The silver toy clattered away, pulled from her anus with a pop that made her gasp, and it was quickly replaced by Marcus’ lubricant-coated digit, roughly rimming the hole and plunging in, forcing her full as she squirmed in delicious, blush-inducing discomfort.
“You wriggle like that, and all I can do is think about quivering little pieces of prey.”
Her eyes closed, and images tormented her. Quivering, naked, waiting for him to pounce. His hot breath and loud roar as he knocked her to the ground and preyed upon her, tongue, teeth, and cock working together to devour. “Is that good?” she whispered.
“Only if you let me catch you,” he panted harshly, digging his hips in with a hard thrust, cock sliding home farther and faster than ever as her vaginal canal had stretched in the past week.
“Oh, yes. Catch me, keep me...”Love me. Own me.
“You’re caught. You’re mine. Helpless, pretty prey.” His jaw rubbed her shoulder, and he kissed her neck. “If you are my prey tonight, I’ll be your faithful servant tomorrow, my Queen. Doing whatever you ask. No matter what.”
“Marcus, you’re so good to me,” she whispered, plowing back against him, her mind reeling with thoughts of being in his power and him being in hers. What demands could she make?
