He knows your need, the need of an adoring, faithful bitch-slut, and is tormenting you with the sheer anticipation of being graced by his bitch-breaker. The wait is excruciating, and made even worse by the way he's treating you like trash - you can just feel yourself getting wetter by the moment as your alpha finishes his drink with deliberate, painful slowness. If we weren't in my old man's bar, I'd give you a slap, but I'd rather not have to shame you further by punishing you in front of him. Garret growls, the deep bass sound in his throat sending the pit of your stomach aflutter. You watch intently as Garret lifts his mug to his muzzle, and takes a long sip. I'll do you after I finish my drink, not before." You won't last until morning, because I'll have you ground down and worn out within the hour." "Until morning? Until morning, the bitch says. but you want to do it now! You want to do it until morning!Ī snort, then unabashed laughter. You want it that bad, bitch? As you can see, I'm busy right now." He points down at his drink.īut. Garret curls a corner of his mouth at your request, slowly setting his drink down on the table so it doesn't spill.
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