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“Well, what if I want to tell you off for real? Or punish you for real?”
Jack’s tail wrapped around me again, sliding up my spine this time, and he chuckled. “Well, that’s easy, snowdrop. You’ll get me all riled up, calling me a bad boy and threatening to castrate me, and when I beg at your feet, you’ll just forbid me to come. And keep me begging and writhing on the floor until I agree to do anything. Though I assure you, I will always want to please you.”
I squeezed the brush hard as heat flooded my face. The vision of Jack begging at my feet was so hypnotizing, I panted and squirmed, eager wetness spreading between my thighs.
“Holy shit,” I choked out, squeezing his tail on instinct, which made him yelp and arch his back again. “That’s… something you’d do? You would beg?”
“I would,” he said, his voice gravelly. “But snowdrop, this is getting me too worked up again. I don’t… It’s your first time, and a tight fit at that. I’m so happy you’re not repulsed by the things I like, but can we please explore all these kinks later? Also… I don’t think I can handle you brushing my butt today.”
I sat back, stunned, my mouth falling open. I almost felt the power I held over him. It thrummed in my fingertips and tingled over my mouth, and I couldn’t help but want to exercise it. Still, he was right. We had to consummate. No matter how much I wanted to paddle his ass with the brush and tie his tail into knots for misbehaving.
At least I was all ready for him. My pussy throbbed with arousal, wetter and hotter than it had ever been before. I was still nervous, but not even half as much as earlier. And after talking to Jack and him being so open, I trusted him a fraction more.
“Come on, snowdrop,” he said in a low, rumbling voice, turning to me. “Lie back on the bed and let me take care of you.”
Chapter 13
Jack
When she lay on the bed, her knees pressed firmly together, her face delightfully pink, I couldn’t help inhaling deeply. Her aroused scent was everywhere, delicious and mind-numbingly good. I wanted to press my face to her sweet pussy and breathe in, then lick it all off until she made more.
I definitely wasn’t as in control as I needed to be. Scarlett wanted to try some of the things I enjoyed and that kept my cock achingly stiff, despite coming once already.
“Come on, little snowdrop,” I murmured, putting my hands on her knees to gently push them apart. “Show us your petals.”
She snorted and shot me a look that was half-nervous, half-irate. “Petals? I don’t have flowers down there, monster boy. Nothing as pretty.”
I cocked my head to the side, watching her guarded expression. “I know,” I said finally. “Believe me, no flower has ever driven me so insane with lust. You smell so good, Scarlett. I really want to see and taste you. Please?”
She exhaled and let her knees part. I knelt by the bed, pulling her closer to the edge, and leaned in so I could finally bury my face between her thighs. When I drew a deep breath, I moaned from how potent her scent was here. It made my cock leak, my balls tingling blissfully.
“Did you just sniff me?” Scarlett asked in a tight voice, and it took me a moment to get my mind clear enough to respond.
“Mmm. Smells so good. Wanna taste.”
She gasped but said nothing, and I slowly ran my tongue through her wetness, moaning again when her taste hit my tongue. Gods, she was perfect. My cock thrummed with constant, aching readiness and I licked and devoured, feasting on my little snowdrop until she made sweet, impatient sounds, her hips writhing, her hands buried in the fur on my head.
When some clarity returned, I slowed down, listening keenly to the sounds she made. When I licked the throbbing protrusion at the junction of her folds, she arched her hips and pressed herself into my face, so I stayed there, licking and exploring that space until she made constant, needy sounds muffled by her forearm pressed to her mouth.
Once I knew what she liked the most, I focused on alternating short swipes of my tongue with a bit of sucking until Scarlett’s legs on either side of my head shook wildly. I told her the truth before—I wanted to please her above all. And not to brag, but I was good at finding the best way to get a female off.
When she made a drawn-out, almost painful sound, her entire body tensing into a graceful, sweaty arch, I gently pushed my finger inside her, groaning when I felt the contractions of her muscles. A wild pride swelled in my chest when I made my snowdrop come. It hadn’t even been that hard. I just had to pay attention.
Scarlett collapsed on the bed, breathing fast, her legs falling completely open. She raised herself with a soft grunt of effort and looked at me with wide, glassy eyes. We stared at each other until a small smile quirked her lips.
“This was amazing. You’re pretty good at this.”
I grinned, palming her open thighs, and leaned in for another lick, making her gasp. She was still sensitive.
“You can call me a good boy if you liked it so much,” I said, looking up from between her thighs to gauge her reaction.
She arched her eyebrow and then snorted, smiling. “Good furball. You did very well.”
My hurting cock twitched at the praise, and I clenched my jaw, doing my best to regain control. It was time to use the oil, and I hoped with all my being that it worked. If it didn’t… there were still ways to make this work, but Scarlett cared a lot about the traditional consummation since it was the only way to validate the marriage. And I was dying to be inside her.
“Lie back and relax,” I said gruffly, getting up to get the oil. “And let me work the magic.”
She snorted with laughter, so much more relaxed now that I showed her how much I wanted her. I wet my finger in the oil and, instead of staying between her legs, lay down by her side so I could watch her face while massaging her.
