Page 119 of Dominion
A shiver ran over his entire body. What was it? Pleasure? Not sexual pleasure, but something else.
She stroked his ears, buried her face in the fur of his neck.
He twisted and licked her shoulder.
She giggled, clinging more tightly.
He gave a shake and trotted away toward the bathroom, shifting just before he got there.
Melissa stopped short at the sight of his naked form, her mouth dropping open. When her eyes slid down to his jutting cock, he shrugged. “Happens when I shift.”
He shut the door and turned on the water, ignoring the raging hard-on. He had to get to two worksites to check on progress, then meet with his agent. And he didn’t like to leave Melissa alone for too long.
When he emerged from the shower, he found her in the living room, doing some kind of yoga routine on his floor.
He bit back a groan, his cock instantly hard again at the sight of her panty-clad ass sticking high in the air.
“Seriously, princess—are you trying to torture me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, a little too innocently. “I’m just practicing my downward dog.”
If she was his mate, he’d hold her in that position while he fucked her into oblivion for teasing like that. The momentary fantasy of all the sexual games they’d play if they were mated glued his feet to the floor, his eyes still fixed on her oh-so-appealing ass.
And then he lost his hold on the tenuous control he had. Before he knew what he was doing, his feet crossed to her, hands peeled those panties down to her ankles.
She shrieked, laughing, and tried to twist away, but he looped a forearm under her waist to hold her in the position and smacked her ass.
She gasped. Nectar glossed her entrance, the scent of her arousal sending him into orbit.
He lifted his prisoner into the air and carried her to the sofa, where he sat down with her on his lap, her back against his front. “Put your hands on the floor.”
“What?”
He didn’t wait for her to obey, but maneuvered her himself, pushing her torso forward until her hands reached the floor and her legs straddled him, wheelbarrow style. “I’ll show you my favorite yoga pose.”
Her ass was presented to him, pussy spread and glistening.
“This isn’t yoga,” she protested, but he ignored her struggles, giving each cheek another perfunctory smack. She stilled.
He filled both hands with her ass, making small circles with his thumbs at the juncture of her inner thighs. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll get you off. Would you like that, baby?” He brushed her labia with his thumb and she made an indistinct mewl. “What’s that?”
She didn’t answer.
“Or did you need more spanking?” He slapped each cheek again smartly.
“No-o-o,” she moaned. “I’ll be good.”
He brought his thumb to her dewy entrance and slid it slowly up and down, coating her vulva with her natural lubricant. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Cody…”
He really loved the sound of his name on her lips. “That’s my good girl.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit quickly, then slowed down for a few firm downward strokes.
“Ahh-ah,” she cried out.
He gave her ass a light slap. “Settle down, beautiful. You don’t come until I say you come, got it?” He had a feeling she’d go off like a firecracker with just a few strokes, and he intended to take his time. If he wasn’t going to fuck the hot little human, he could at least savor the pleasure of bringing her to orgasm. He tossed a pillow down to his feet. “Make yourself comfortable.”
She snatched it up and propped it on his feet, then rested her cheek on the pillow, arms wrapped around his legs.