Page 93 of Kidnapped By the Beast

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart,” he ordered softly. “Not ever. You’re mine to look at…mine to touch…mine to taste.”

She shivered but let him move her, her full breasts rising with each quick breath. Nectar already glistened at the tips of her tight pink nipples.

“Goddess, look at you,” he murmured, hunger roughening his voice. “Dripping for me already. Are your tits aching, sweetheart? Do your nipples hurt?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trembling. “They’re so full…so sensitive. Especially after…after the way you sucked them.” She looked up at him shyly.

“Like this, you mean?”

Brandt bent and flicked his tongue over one swollen peak before sucking it briefly.

“Oh God—yes!” Alexandra gasped, arching against him.

Brandt let her nipple slip from his lips and then got to one knee for a moment and knelt low to place a soft kiss to her pussy mound. He let his tongue slip into her hot little slit and caressed the bud of her clit, tasting her sweet and salty juices before finally coming up for air.

“Good,” he growled. “I’m going to make every part of your sweet, curvy body ache before I let you come.”

“Oh, God!” Alexadra moaned.

Her knees buckled, and he caught her, lifting her easily onto the padded milking table. She sank into it, staring up at him with wide, trusting eyes.

He reached for the jar of Bonding Fruit cream, dipping his fingers into the pearlescent paste. The scent filled the air—sweet and sharp, a promise of desire.

Her eyes widened when he smeared it over her nipples, rubbing in slow, circling motions.

“Is this…the same cream you used on me that first day?” she whispered, breathless. “When I came in for the interview?”

“Yes,” he rumbled. His cock strained against his trousers as he pinched her nipples, coating them with the slick substance. “The same cream I’ll have to suck off you later.”

Her gasp only spurred him on.

“It’s going to make you needy, little Lexi,” he warned. “It’ll make your pussy ache to be filled. But it’s the only way to keep the cups in place for your milking.”

“That’s all right,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “Do what you need to do. I’ll be good. I’ll hold still for you.”

His chest tightened. Her trust, her submission—it undid him.

“Even if what I need to do is fuck you, little Lexi?” His voice dropped lower, darker as he held her eyes with his. “Can you hold still and let me push my cock into your hot little cunt? Can you take every inch of me and not run from it?”

Her eyes went wide, her lips trembling. For a long moment she only breathed, then she nodded.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good. I’ll open myself for you and let you fill me…as deep as you need to.”

A growl rose from low in Brandt’s throat. His cock was a steel rod in his trousers, throbbing, demanding release.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. “Then spread your thighs wide for me. Show me your sweet pussy. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

She bit her lip, hesitating. “But…I don’t see a toy. Or a stimulator.”

He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s because I don’t need one. The only thing that’s going inside your tight little cunt tonight is me.”

Her pupils dilated, her breath catching.

“Now,” he commanded, stepping back to watch, “spread your sweet little pussy for me. Let me see every inch of you, Lexi. Show me how ready you are for my cock.”

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