“A pet. Hmm, I like that.”
He hooks his fingers behind the lace of my panties, and I suck in a breath.
“F-Fuck you, Wolfgang.”
“We’ll get to that.”
He pulls at the material with cruel delicacy.
I shudder.
Then his hands are on me, on my hips, roaming but touching nothing other than my thighs, then my calves, as he drags down those panties.
Everywhere his fingers brush creates goosebumps in their wake. My panties follow his motion until they, too, pool at my feet.
Cruel, so cruel and so inviting that touch is. It awakens something inside me, something I recognize even though I’ve never felt it before. What a primal thing. What a primal, wicked thing.
I feel him stand back up.
“So pretty,” he muses, his voice rumbling above me, grave and laced with the kind of confidence only owning something could give you. “Who do you belong to?”
His index finger slides up my naked thigh, and I close my eyes, realizing I’m wet again. And it’s that spot right there, at my most sensitive part, that begs me quietly for friction.
“N-No one.”
A low, patient growl tickles my ears. “So unbelievably stubborn,” he drawls. “Even so, I picked you. I wanted you.”
I conjure the question in my mind—the question of why—because I don’t understand his motives. But I can’t make up words or think straight.
All I can do is stand here and feel the way he feels me with his scarred hands, as if I’m in some sort of trance. Another slow, deliberate caress across my thigh has my body melting, and I instinctively lean into him.Fuck.
“Get on your knees, Victoria.”
“Isn’t this enough already…?”
His body collides with mine—his… dressed, and mine… fully naked—and I feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my ass cheeks.
What would it feel like?I wonder for just a second, heat traveling down to my pussy. I’m… wet. Wet for this man—this stranger—and I have absolutely no ammo to defend myself with.
But I’m thrown right out of that thought when his knee pushes against the back of mine until it bends and I’m dropping to the floor. Wolfgang steps in front of me, and I have to crane my neck fully to see him for all he is: a monster, even if he never looks like one.
I cover my breasts with my arm, exhaling when his hand brushes my hair, caressing it in slow, deliberate movements. The other one comes under my chin, holding me in place as he looms above me.
“If you make me suck you, I’ll bite off your cock,” I find myself saying.
His eyebrows rise. “Haven’t we decided you were smart? Don’t worry, though. When you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, you’ll be begging me for it with your tongue out.”
“You’re disgusting. And completely out of your mind if you think I’ll ever—”
Without warning, he shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I’m suddenly full of him. I fumble to stand, but he keeps me in place, pushing down into my shoulder. His fingers slide deeper inside, almost to the back of my throat, making me want to gag. When I’m on the verge of actually doing it, he retracts them, then repeats the motion.
“Have you ever even had a cock in your mouth?” he asks, sounding bored. “Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”
A high-pitched whimper escapes my throat, and my thighs press closer together, seeking friction. What is he doing to me? And why do I want him to keep doing it? I stare up at him, noticing the way his eyes have hooded, contradicting his disinterested tone.
“Such a good girl for me,” he says, stretching his fingers across the entirety of my tongue until I’m forced to open my mouth. Drool slides past my lips and onto my chin, mimicking the arousal leaking out of my pussy.
His fingers leave my mouth completely, and I inch forward out of pure inertia. What the hell just happened between us?
