But she wouldn’t care.
Because she’d be creaming too damn hard for me to care.
“What do you think, boy? Are you okay with that?”
Rocky smiles happily and I walk over to the door, clicking my tongue. The dog comes padding over obediently, a grinning rascal, and I take him to his room at the rear of the house and nod at his crate.
I had his room decked out last night, and it has everything he could want. A box of toys and a giant bed for sleeping on, his crate if he feels overwhelmed, a small agility corner with a self-throwing all device.
He sniffs around the room and then pads over to his crate, climbing inside and laying his head on his paws, smiling.
“Good boy,” I tell him.
He makes a yawning noise as I retreat, already content to lie and rest, getting ready for more play later, no doubt.
But now – now – it’s my turn to play.
I’ve waited long enough.
It’s been almost a week since I sighted my queen at the auction, a week of dealing with Emilio’s bullshit and business, all of it keeping me too busy to claim what’s rightfully mine.
Now, all of that is over.
I return to the kitchen and pause in the doorway as she stands, back to me, peering into the fridge.
She’s on her tiptoes and that just makes her ass seem even curvier.
I walk in and close the door quietly behind me.
She flinches at the sound of the door closing.
I wonder if she fears me.
I hope she doesn’t.
“Anna,” I growl. “You asked why you’re here.”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers, perhaps sensing the change in me.
It’s time.
“You’re here because you’re the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You’re my virgin queen, that’s why you’re here. And I’m going to fuck your wet virgin pussy until you cream all over my cock. Do you understand me? And then I’m going to fire my seed inside of you, and you’re going to give me a child. That’s why you’re here, my virgin princess.”
I wanted those words to come out more suavely, more controlled, but there’s something about this woman that just makes that impossible.
She turns me into the beast I secretly am inside.
She faces me slowly, her eyes wide just like they were in my fantasy.
“Are you serious?” she whispers. “You bought me so you could—so I could—so we could …”
I move across the kitchen slowly, my eyes fixated on her with every step.
I know that if I give in to my desire and move with more speed, that will be the end of any discipline I might be clinging onto.
I’ll just become a beast, a fucking animal.
I’ll leap across the kitchen and tear her to lustful pieces, and she’ll cream and moan every step of the way, sighing breathily over me.
But not here.
Not in the kitchen.
Not where anybody else might see her. A guard. A staff member.
“The first time I saw you,” I snarl. “I knew I had to have you. And when I heard that you were a virgin, that just made me want you more.”
She gazes up at me, seemingly at a loss for words, her mouth hanging open as she stares up into my eyes.
I close the distance between us.
“I’ve been watching you,” I whisper.
“What?” she says, voice just as quiet.
“Recordings from the exterior cameras,” I tell her. “I’ve seen you walking the grounds. It’s been killing me, returning at three in the morning and the only thing I have of you are those recordings. And yet they’re so fucking sexy, so perfect. Everything about you, it’s …”
But words fail me now.
I reach forward and wrap my arms around her, lifting her off her feet and holding her close to me.
My lips find hers and she gasps.
For a second I think she’s going to move away from me.
I don’t want this, she’ll say. No, please.
Can I have misread the situation that badly?
Can I truly have misread the shimmering desire I was sure was rioting through her just now?
But then she relaxes in my arms and makes a moaning noise, grinding against me.
I move my hands to her ass and squeeze, feeling her ass cheeks through the fabric of her PJs, feeling the heat of her.
And, past the heat, I can feel her womb, squealing, squirming, eager in its desire to flower for my seed and let our offspring grow.
Her lips are soft against my roughness, and I open my mouth and find her tongue with mine, swirling it around as I carry us across the room and lay her on the kitchen counter, surging forward.
I press my manhood between her legs, feeling my hardness grind against her through the thinness of my gym shorts.
I should stop.
I said not here.
But then she moans and moves her fingers through my hair.
And I’m lost. She has me. My virgin fucking princess has me hypnotized.