Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Renee cries out but when I slide my finger between her legs once again, still holding her bent at the waist, she’s dripping.
“So much slick,” I say, “so much wetter than before. Your thighs are trembling and your little clit is pulsing so hard I can feel it. Do you need release, sweet thing?”
Her answering groan is raw and helpless.
“Ask me. No, beg me for it. Beg me to let you come.”
Renee whimpers but doesn’t speak. The conflict raging inside her is palpable and I’m relishing it.
“Now, pet, or I will have to spank you some more.” I wait a beat. Two. Three. More slick drips into my palm. “Very well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Tucking her more firmly under my arm, I use my tail to steady her while I raise my hand and begin, slapping her with careful, measured swats which echo around the room. Renee is gasping, her whole body tense against me, but I don’t stop until I’ve painted her ass, hips and even her thighs a deliciously rosy pink.
My cock is pounding, oozing already, aching to be back inside her tight, slick heat but my desire to dominate everyone and everything has always included my sexual partners, and as a result I find it much more fulfilling to draw things out. To tease. To torture. To toy.
As the echoes of the last ringing slap fade, I grip one plump buttock, squeezing it savagely before sliding my hand back between her thighs. “Ask me,” I demand, grazing her slick, swollen sex with the lightest touch, “beg me to make you come. Your clit is twice as big as it was before. You can’t hide anything from me.”
“Please,” Renee croaks at last, and I’m surprised at the rush of pride in my chest. “Please… I need to…”
“Need to… what?” My fingertip is drawing circles around her nubbin now, almost brushing it but not quite.
"Oh god, to come, goddamnit! I need to freaking come!”
I chuckle. “We need to work on your begging, sweetheart. I know you’re all achy and desperate but ask again… nicely.”
There’s a pause while she trembles against me and takes a ragged breath. “Please make me come…”
“Good girl! With pleasure.” She’s so aroused that she climaxes almost the moment my fingertip slides across her clit but I draw it out as much as I can with precise, rhythmic strokes and whispered encouragement. “There we go… come for me, my pet… come nice and hard… let it all out… it’s so hot the way your cunt is clenching against my palm… makes me wish I was deep inside you again so you could grip me instead…”
My Omega is whimpering as I pleasure her, every muscle in her body tense as she rides the waves of orgasm, rivers of slick gushing over my hand and down my wrist until, at last, she lets out a final, primal groan and goes limp against me.
Grinning, I remove my soaked hand from her sex and lift it to my lips, desperate to taste her. Her scent explodes on my tongue and I lick my canines as they lengthen.
Renee doesn’t resist when I draw her up to face me and once more wrap my fingers possessively around her throat. Her eyes are glazed, her lips slightly parted. She’s panting.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her. “Did you come nice and hard?”
She nods. Her plump breasts are rising and falling rapidly and I lean down, taking one of her nipples between my teeth, rolling my tongue over it, increasing the pressure of my bite until she cries out and digs her nails into my shoulder.
“Good,” I say, straightening and guiding her back under the still-cascading stream of water. “Because now it’s my turn.”
Renee
I’m in heaven… and a demon brought me here. One touch from the Demon King and a chorus of angels bursts into freaking song. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Who knew sex could be this good?
When the bathroom door opened and he came prowling through the steam like the devil himself, I damn near passed out—but that terror turned into immediate arousal the moment his scent hit me.
And when he threatened to spank me… Oh. My. God. I’ve always had a slight suspicion I might be a bit kinky. I devour novels where the heroines are taken in hand, and I’ve fantasized plenty about being fucked every which way by a big, growly, dominant hero—human or monster—but not even in my wildest dreams did I think it could be this good. There’s a fever burning in my body, a hunger for this horned monster that only his epic cock can satisfy.
Now I understand why some submissives talk about worshiping their masters. I used to roll my eyes and wonder what kinds of daddy issues a girl must have to want to kneel for a guy, but I get it now. Naked in the shower with the Demon King, nothing else matters but that he keeps touching me. That I please him.