“That’s why I’m not covering myself. That’s why I’m looking right into your eyes while my pussy is soaking.” I shifted my knees slightly, feeling the damp fabric rub against me, and I let out the softest moan, just enough to make him hear it.
“You want to know what’s happening down there right now? I’m so wet it’s starting to drip. And you’re the reason.”
His nostrils flared, his hands curling into fists at his sides, but his gaze didn’t leave me.
“You think I don’t smell it?” he asked, his voice dropping even lower. “You think I don’t know exactly how wet you are right now? You’re leaking for me, Lily. Not for Jason. Not for anyone else. For me.
And you can try to pretend it’s not true, but your body doesn’t lie.”
1 licked my lips slowly, letting my gaze drop briefly to the hard bulge pressing against his pants before meeting his eyes again.
“Then why don’t you prove it? If you think I’m wet for you, why don’t you come over here and check for yourself?” I moved one hand down, slowly, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress until they rested between my thighs. “Or should I just tell you exactly how good it feels right now?
How warm and swollen and ready I am?”
His breathing deepened, and his eyes darkened even more, and I knew-I fucking knew-we were one wrong word away from snapping and taking this as far as it could go.
And I was desperate to find out what would happen when we crossed that line.
**Lily**
His gaze dropped, following the slow movement of my hand under my dress. He didn’t try to hide it. He didn’t even pretend to look anywhere else. His eyes were locked there like he was imagining exactly what my fingers were doing, and the way his breathing shifted told me he was picturing it in detail.
“Take your hand out,” he said, his voice so deep and slow it sent a shiver right through me. “If you’re going to touch yourself, you’re going to do it where I can see. I want to watch you spread those pretty little thighs and show me exactly how wet you’ve made yourself.”
I tilted my head, letting my smirk spread. “Oh, so now you want to watch? Big bad Alpha wants a front row seat to the show? What happened to telling me I can’t do whatever I want?” I dragged my fingers lightly over the damp heat between my thighs through the thin lace, just enough to make my hips shift. “Because it kind of sounds like you’re begging to see me.”
His eyes snapped up to mine, sharp and hungry, and he took another step forward. “You think I’m begging, Lily? No. I’m commanding. And you know the difference.”
I moaned softly, keeping my hand exactly where it was, pressing my fingers against my swollen clit until I felt my thighs tense.
“Mmm, I don’t know, Alpha… sounds like you’re the one getting worked up. I can see it.” I let my eyes flick down to the massive bulge stretching his pants. “You’re so hard it must hurt. You want me to take care of it, don’t you? You want me to get on my knees for you instead?”
His jaw tightened, and for a moment his control looked paper-thin.
“You’re not ready for what happens if you kneel for me,” he said, his voice dark enough to make my stomach flip. “Because if you do, I’m not stopping until I’ve emptied every drop into you and made sure you remember exactly who you belong to.”
I bit my lip, my body heating so fast I thought my skin might burn. “Oh, but that’s the problem, Alpha,” I whispered, leaning forward just a little. “I think I do belong to you… at least for tonight. And I think you want me to prove it.”
My eyes stayed locked on his as my hand slid underneath me. I didn’t rush it. I wanted him to see the way I moved, the way my body reacted before I even touched myself properly.
My fingertips brushed over my skin, pressing right into the throbbing heat he had been stirring in me since the second he walked into this room.
I hooked my fingers under and slid them inside, and the instant I touched my bare pussy, I moaned. so loud it was shameless.
I was drenched.
My fingers slipped through my folds so easily, the slick heat coating them in seconds. I circled clit slowly, deliberately, making my hips shift with the motion and my breath catch just enough for him to hear the hitch in it.
Then I dipped two fingers inside, feeling my tight walls grip them like they were desperate to hold on. I curled them and dragged them out just as slow, letting the wetness cling to my skin until it shone under the light. I did it again, a little deeper, a little slower, just to feel the way my own body was reacting to him standing there watching me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, looking right up into his eyes with a mix of innocence and filth that I knew drove him insane. “I am so wet, Alpha. Do you see that? Do you see how much I’m dripping for you without you even touching me? You did this to me. No one else. You.”
I pulled my fingers free from between my thighs, the slick glistening across them, thick and warm, and I lifted my hand up until it hovered between our faces.
I closed the space between us, stepping forward until I could feel the heat coming off his body in waves, until I could smell that deep, intoxicating scent of his that always made me feel like I was seconds away from breaking.
I held my wet fingers right in front of his mouth, keeping my gaze locked on his like I was challenging him to look away.
“Suck it,” I said, my tone low and commanding even though I was still on my knees. “I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve been staring at me like you want to devour me since the moment you walked in, so stop pretending. Fucking lick it. Taste me. Feel how warm I am. Taste how much I want you.”
“Come on, big bad Alpha,” I purred, letting my voice dip into pure temptation. “You’ve been talking so much about punishing me, but I can see the truth written all over you. You want me just as much as I want you. So prove it. Put your mouth where it belongs.”
I tilted my head slightly, smiling wider, my voice getting filthier with every word. “You know what’s funny? If you lick it right now, I’ll let you have more. I’ll let you bend me over and feel every inch of this tight little pussy wrapped around your cock. But you have to taste it first. You have to admit you want it. You have to take it from me.”
I pressed my fingers more firmly against his lips, dragging the wetness across them, my eyes never leaving his. “Do it, Alpha. Fucking lick it. I dare you.”
I tilted my head and dragged my slick fingers along the curve of his jaw, letting the wetness streak across his skin. “I want to feel your mouth on me. I want to feel your tongue between my thighs, and I want you to be the first one to taste me like this. No one else gets that. Only you. So fucking take it, Connor. Be the Alpha you pretend to be and…”
I didn’t even get to finish.
In one sudden movement, his hand shot up and wrapped around my throat, his fingers closing firmly enough to make my breath catch.
My eyes widened, my body going still except for the pounding of my heart.
He stepped closer until the heat of his body pressed into mine, towering over me, his glowing eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter.
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he said, his voice low but vibrating with dominance, every word rolling over me like a command I couldn’t resist.
“You don’t give me orders. You don’t dare me. You don’t put your fingers in my face and think you’re in control.” His thumb pressed just enough under my jaw to lift my chin higher, forcing me to hold his gaze.
“You might be wet. You might be aching. But you only cum when I allow it, and you only give yourself to me when I say so. Do you understand me, Lily?”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. My body was trembling, my pussy throbbing so hard I could feel the pulse between my legs. And still, his grip stayed right there, holding me in place like he owned me.
“Answer me,” he said, his voice even lower now, the Alpha command in it so strong it wrapped around my body like chains. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, my voice soft but trembling, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I knew exactly what I was saying.
I knew exactly how it would sound coming out of my mouth. His eyes locked on mine when I said it, and I could see it-the way something in him shifted.
His jaw tightened, his nostrils flared, and there was this almost imperceptible curve at the corner of his mouth, not a smile but a remark smirk.
He didn’t give me time to think about it. His hand released my throat only to grip my hip with a firm, unyielding hold.
He turned me sharply, and before I could catch my breath, his palm came down hard across my ass. I gasped so loudly it startled even me, and then the gasp turned into a moan before I could stop it.
He didn’t let me recover. His other hand came up from behind, cupping my breasts over the thin fabric of my dress, but he didn’t just hold them-he squeezed. Hard.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh, claiming it, shaping it, his thumbs dragging deliberately over my swollen nipples so that the touch went straight to my core.
My back arched against him, my mouth falling open because it was too much and not enough all at once.
“I would leave you here aching, Lily,” he said, his voice right at my ear.
“This is your punishment. You think you can kneel for another man in front of me? You think you can play with me, taunt me, and get away with it?” His fingers squeezed my t**s harder before releasing them, making the flesh sting almost as much as my ass. “No. You will stay here in your heat, soaking wet, dripping, desperate, and you will get nothing. Not from me. Not from anyone.”
He stepped back, the sudden loss of his heat making my skin prickle, leaving me cold where he had just been burning me alive.
His eyes stayed on me, dark and heavy, sweeping over me like he was memorizing every inch of how ruined I looked. “And if I catch you with another man again,” he said, his voice deep and edged with something final and dangerous, “I will not be fucking merciful.”
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