Page 48 of Primal Claim


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Though she’d been thoroughly mortified by their little shopping trip, he’d been pleased to see how aroused it had made her too. Whether it was from being forced to display herself, or having his display of her reinforced in such a personal way, it mattered little. She was almost dripping regardless.

“Do you want me to fuck this wet cunt?”

“God… yes.”

He chuckled, low and soft. Shaking his head, he trailed a single fingertip down the center of her mound, until the tip tickled the top of her slit, the swollen clit seeming to quiver as it ached for a touch, a mere breath away from his digit. “Do youdeserveto be fucked?”

“I-I don’t know. Yes?” She took a breath, her hands pulling her knees just the tiniest bit wider. “Please?”

The ache and throb of his cock, twisted at the crotch of his slacks was absolutely killing him, but it still wasn’t time to seek relief. There was still more to do.

“I want to know something, slut. And if I think you’re lying to me, I’m going to force a plug into this little cunt that’s so large you’ll feel like it’s splitting you in half. Understand me?”

“Y-yes.” The quiver in her voice made him want to drive so deeply inside her pussy that she’d feel his cock in her throat.

Hold on. Not yet, Adam.

He met her gaze, glaring at her until her face paled. “What was going through that mind of yours when you were trying on those clothes? When you realized what I’m going to make you wear from now on?”

Her mouth dropped open, her face coloring at her cheeks. “I-I don’t know how I’m going to do it. There are… so many men at my office. I’m supposed to be…” She looked away, her teeth working at the corner of her mouth.

“What?” He slapped a palm down on her mound, and she hissed. “Tell me.”

“I have tosupervisethem. How though? How are they going to ever take me seriously if I’m dressed like a pros…” She swallowed hard.

“A what?” He squeezed the plumpness of her mons, a clear warning.

“I can’t do it, sir. Please don’t make me wear those clothes.” She gulped, her eyes fluttering as if she knew she was treading dangerously close to ingratitude, or worse, outright defiance. “I mean, I love them. They’re so beautiful. I feel beautiful in them, but…”

“This isn’t my problem, Chastity. I want you to wear them. I expect my property to be properly displayed at all times, and itwillbe. This isn’t up for negotiation. Do you get me?”

Then the faint sound of the front door opening could just be heard.

“What… is someone here?” She almost squeaked on the last word, a deep furrow in her brow. She tried to sit up, but he pushed her right back down, his big palm splayed across her belly.

“Stayrightwhere you are.” He gave her a glare, as if ascertaining whether or not she was inclined to obey. “I didn’t give you permission to get up. Normally, I’d make you pay for even trying, but considering the circumstances I’ll let it slide.”

“Circumstances?” Her gaze flicked toward the bedroom door, partially ajar, then back to him. “W-what does that mean?”

“That means I want you to be quiet and still. Clear?”

She dropped her head back onto the mattress, her voice a strained murmur. “Yes, sir.”

Then the door to the bedroom swung wide, Maddox filling the doorway. He was on his phone, thumbs whirring as he texted something. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark jeans, the heavy boots the color of midnight alluding to either construction worker or motorcycle rider.

Knowing Maddox, it was likely to be the latter over the former, but there was really no telling with someone as enigmatic as that man. “Maddox. Thanks for coming over on such short notice.” He extended a hand, and Maddox shook it, his gaze sliding over to Chastity—and zeroing in instantly on the blatantly presented slot of her sex.

“Not a problem. I was out visiting a client—he’s in Broughton.”

“What were you doing all the way out there?”

“You know, the last town before the highway snakes up into the mountains? He’s got a big, sprawling place out there. More of a hobby farm, I guess.” Maddox slipped his phone into the pocket inside his jacket. “Anyway, he’s got Omegas out there that he wanted me to come by to see.”

“More than one?”

Maddox nodded, a slight smile curling his lips. “Two, so far. But he wants to get another, if he can pull it off.”

“Is that even… legal?”

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