She cackled to the ceiling, eyeing them all like the ants they were. Finally, she pulled out a spiked collar and leash, prowling to the edge of the stage as she looked around. Gulping down a breath, I zeroed in on that collar hanging from her diamond-studdedfingers, swinging back and forth,tauntingme, because I wanted it.
She yanked some naked idiot out of the crowd and past the barrier, looking him deep in his eyes. His shocked expression quickly glazed over, his face flushing as her fairy magic had its way with him, showing him what he desired most. She let go of him like he was nothing, and he fell to the floor, panting.
Her wings snapped out, and with a fierce glare, she threw the leash and collar on the floor next to him, barking something at him that the music covered up. He scrambled to his knees, unbuckling the collar as fast as his fingers could fly while stealing glances at her, practically drooling over whatever it was he saw.
Just as he secured it around his neck, she yanked the leash back and pushed his shoulders forward, choking him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his cock already leaking as she said the words of the chorus into his ear. The whole time, she looked out at the crowd, including us in her demand for worship.
Hearing my own ragged breath come out hard and fast, my hand drifted over my pants, rubbing myself as I focused on erasing that unworthy idiot next to her and replacing him with me.
She surged to her feet and kicked him to his knees. Her sheer wings fluttered, lifting her up before she settled herself on his back. Her fingers wove through his hair, slow and sensual, then she rested her cheek on his head before yanking it up by his hair.
His vampire fangs snapped out, and he let out a long, low moan. Like she’d timed it perfectly, she twirled her wrists, winding up the leash before yanking on it, causing the moan to be cut off as she strangled him. Blowing a kiss to the crowd, she spankedhis ass. His whole body jerked in surprise, but the leash only tightened as she continued, showing us that he was under her control. He did what she wanted and what she wanted only.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, teeth clenched, I lost focus, glaring at the male on stage as a simmering rage took over my body.Iwanted to be under her control.Iwanted her to touch me, to use my body however she wanted.
That garbage male got to be on stage with her, getting off under her touch as he envisioned his desire when it should be about fulfillingherdesires. It was maddening how these useless souls surrounded her and only took, took, took.
After the third loud slap, his whole body convulsed, his arms giving up as he collapsed on the ground in a puddle of his own cum. She hovered in the air, looking down at him with a smug smile as her heels hit the floor, and she tucked her wings away.
The song finished, and she stepped over the bastard on the floor who was still panting. Lifting her arms wide, she called out, “Always remember, your deepest fantasies, your most wanton desires,” her head tilted as her lips slanted, “your disgusting depravities are always within reach here at the Winged Palace.” She bowed like a seasoned professional, full of grace and beauty, before the lights went down on the stage.
As soon as the lights dimmed, the excitement of seeing her faded. It was like my star had taken all her bright, glorious light with her, leaving me feeling hollow. My dick grew soft, and darkness clouded my heart, spreading out through my body. Steps sounded behind me, and I knew I needed to move out of the way, so I trudged on, each step getting heavier.
I needed to see her. Have my eyes solely focused on her. That was the only way I could shake off this all-consuming depression.
I made my way back to the locker room and dropped my mask off, my steps growing faster and faster as I sped home. My screens. The pictures. My star. I ached for her, all the way down to the core of my bones. Nothing could cure this but her.
Like the hounds of Hell were nipping at my heels, I ran through my apartment lobby, taking the stairs two at a time until I reached my apartment. Lifting my hand to the door, all five locks unlocked, and I went in, shutting the door before sprinting to my computer. When the screen woke, it revealed her talking to some of the workers on the third floor, coaching them on the best way to give a hand job to a werewolf still in wolf form.
My heart sped up, dick in full salute, as I unzipped my pants, focusing the high-definition camera onto her face only. Replaying tonight's performance in my head, I pleasured myself to the fantasy of what she would do with me if I ever had the chance. Soon, I gasped out her name as my star gave me the ending I needed.
Slumped in my chair, cum all over my pants, her heels clicking through the speaker, I closed my eyes, envisioning that she was here, in my living room, all mine. Maybe I should bring her a gift? Something so she knows I appreciate her.
That familiar darkness in my soul started to creep up again, whispers of my past failures rising from the back of my mind, but the second I found my star, scrolling through emails on her computer, all of that melted into the background.
I didn’t think I could hold out much longer.
I’ll be worthy of you soon, my star.
* Song: Simp by Full Tac, Lil Mariko & Rico Nasty
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ANIYAH
Shit!I was going to be late. Looking at the clock on my nightstand, I decided that I would do my hair later. I simply swirled it around up top my head, fine with the messy bun look for now. It was just my siblings after all.
Three solid knocks came from my front door, and I yelled in response as I went into my closet. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I paused for a second, giggling at the words I’d spoken to my stoic bodyguard on the other side. I’d been working on him for a year, wishing I could yell those words while his dick was inside of me, but he was a tough nut to crack.I’ll get him someday. It's only a matter of time.
Scanning my closet that was half the size of my apartment, I snatched my satin Prada D'Orsay pumps with jeweled heels. No matter what kind of day I was having, sparkles made it better.
Like an unwanted alarm, a flat, emotionless male voice boomed, “You’re going to be late, Miss Glovefox.” Hating that he was right, I hurried out the closet and across the room, throwing open the door to face my militant, sexy timekeeper troll.
“You know it takes time to look this effortless.” His bright citrine-colored eyes passed over me. His pale green skin was covered in battle scars that gave off a hardened be-scared-of-me vibe that was handy since he was my mostly silent shadow. He nodded at me, no other response than that. I was going for a little more expression than that—maybe a chuckle or a small smile—but no, he was already heading to the elevator.
Alic Gorgof was not the type to focus on anything but his job, keeping me safe and out of harm's way, but I’d been doing my damndest since the day we met to get him to crack out of that super strict bodyguard role. Maybe today was the day.
Shutting the door behind me, I strode down the hallway, armed with idea number two in my ongoing mission to get underneath Alic’s skin… or just underneathhim. My hand slid up the center of his broad shoulders, looking impossibly small against the expanse of solid muscle. A slight twitch beneath my fingertips had me smiling.
