“Then let them watch,” he grunted.
I raised my hips, pushing my bottom half into the air. The new angle created a delicious sensation, allowing him to plunge deeper and hit a secret spot, causing my vision to go black. “Fuck,” I gasped.
His teeth caught my earlobe and nipped it, making me whimper, and he soothed the sting with his tongue. He lowered himself onto me, laying his chest flat on my back. One hand went to my throat, squeezing it, and the other came between me and the soft surface, finding my clit. He flicked it and rolled his fingertips in circles.
I’d never thought I could make up a fantasy like this. I was once told that I was experiencing maladaptive daydreaming when I would immerse myself in my thoughts with a complete storyline or scene. By envisioning such a story with my boss, I could play out everything I wanted that man to do to me. He touched me like he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Come for me, sunshine,” he ordered, his hips slapping against my bottom.
I screamed as my climax exploded, knocking the air from my lungs. My inner walls tightened around Mr. Volkov’s dick as he plunged into me with fast strokes, making my toes curl.
He moved faster, losing rhythm as he neared his orgasm. With a deep groan, he pushed deeper as warmth filled me. He slowed down and only shoved into me with each spurt of his hot seed.
“Are they still watching, Ms. Hayes?” Mr. Volkov murmured breathlessly into my ear.
I blinked, still in the half-dream state. Nodding my head, I whispered, “Yes.”
“Do they know that you’re my little whore?”
I didn’t expect that from him, especially in my fantasy, but I went with it. I nodded. “Yes.”
His hand squeezed tighter on my throat. “Doyouknow that you’re mine?”
Oh, fuck me. My version of my boss was overbearing, territorial, and so sexy. I never wanted this to end; I wanted to stay in this dream forever. Mr. Volkov made me feel sexy and wanted because he lost control when he was around me.
“I’ve always been yours,” I said sleepily.
I felt him smile against my ear. “Such a good little slut. You’remine.”
Sleep overtook my mind, and I mumbled, “And...you’re...mine.”
Emma fell asleep with her face buried in the pillow, softly snoring. I pulled out of her tight pussy and spread her ass cheeks apart so I could watch my cum leak out of her. My cock jerked as the first dollop of my semen oozed out. I scooped it up and pushed it back into her warmth. I thrust my finger deep into her, ensuring all my essences remained where they belonged. My primal instincts wished for the seed to embed in her womb, creating a child. For the last few months, while I’d been with my mate, I had longed to watch her stomach swell with my babe. In due time, it’d happen.
Pulling out my finger, I watched, making sure everything stayed inside. I waited before running my glistening fingers between her puffy folds and circling my fingertips on her swollen clit. It pulsed beneath my touch, and her opening clenched. A small moan welled out of her and went straight to my dick.
“More,”my demon demanded.“Take her again. Make sure she knows who she belongs to.”
The needy prick didn’t know when enough was enough.
His lip curled in a sneer.“Mark her.”
“I did,” I muttered aloud.
“It’s not enough,”he growled.
He was right. For months I’d longed to mark her, and not just by covering her in my cum. I wanted to bite the delicate skin where her neck and shoulder met. I would bury my teeth deep into her flesh, drawing blood and ensuring it’d leave behind scars to mark my claim for the world to see. Humans might not have understood what it meant, but other demons would. They’d know to stay the fuck away from her.
My demon growled in agreement. His pleasure burst through me and hardened me further. My cock twitched and grew larger until I had to stop it from fully forming into my demon’s massive length. Even though it wasn’t the same size as his, it would have been enough to scare my little mate.
A groan spilled from me as I noticed the translucent white cum leaking from her cunt. I raised her hips until her ass was in the air. I guided the red tip of my erection outside her weeping entrance and watched as my shaft slowly sank into her wet heat. Her pussy stretched to accept my size, but I had to take it slow so I wouldn’t hurt her. I carefully pulled out when her body didn’t relax enough to take all of me, then I thrust back in. When fully seated inside her, I pushed deeper and groaned at her small, pained whimper as my tip met resistance.
I fisted her messy russet hair, twisting it around my hand, and rocked in and out of her until I was fucking her hard and fast. I expected her to wake up, but she only uttered little moans and mumbled words I couldn’t make out. Emma’s eyes remained closed, but her body reacted like she was awake for all of this.
“Harder,”my demon demanded.
My canines lengthened and I panted, holding back the change my inner demon attempted. More of his characteristics came out, but I held the barrier firm, keeping him from a complete change. After what he’d done months ago when he killed Emma, I was still hesitant for him to be around her. The last thing I needed was for her to panic when she saw my other side.
My nails lengthened into sharp claws, and my eyes flashed crimson as I pistoned into my mate. The bed squeaked, and the headboard slapped against the wall—music to my ears. Our flesh collided with a repeated smack as my hips connected with her jiggling ass. I couldn’t hold back for much longer. The need for the change became unbearable, and I was seconds away from spilling into her.
