Page 73 of A Yulean Sister’s Guide to Getting Kidnapped

I groaned my displeasure, leaning back on the door harder. Anyone on the other side would probably be able to easily guess what was going on over here, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

He placed his tail back on me, rubbing in those slow, methodical circles working me back up again.

“S-shadowhart, please,” I moaned, pressing back against him. My layers of skirts made it difficult, but I was sure I could feel the press of his own hardness against me.

My mind drifted to what that might look like. Considering he didn’t wear pants and yet his cock wasn’t always out, the anatomy must have been different. I wanted to lean down and look, but he was pressed too close to me, and I didn’t want to leave.

He brought me to the edge again, only to hold out on me, moving his tail away and keeping me pinned, unable to seek any friction.

The cycle continued, letting him build me up, just to make me crash down, never quite giving me the relief I craved. It was driving me to the brink of insanity, I was sure of it. My entire body had a light mist of sweat, and I would have fallen to the ground if not for his tail supporting my leg.

“Please,” I begged. “Please let me come.”

“Not until you agree to be a good girl for me.”

I sat in silence, not willing to lose this argument. That only shifted when he pulled away that last time, leaving my body trembling.

“I-I can be a good girl,” I finally ground out.

The triumphant smirk on his face made me want to take it back, but my need outweighed my want to react.

“You’ll listen to me from now on?”

“Yes!” I said, so loud it felt like it rang out in the small room.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, flower.”

He finally gave me what I wanted, continued pressure without stopping, until it felt like I was falling, crashing back down to earth and splashing into the waves of pleasure, sinking into the warm, comforting feeling. My entire body shook with the release, finally feeling sated.

When I was done, he withdrew his tail and I almost fell to the floor, barely caught by him.

I lay limp against his body and let him carry me to his bed. It was soft, and much bigger than mine.

“Get some rest,” he said to me.

“What about you?” I asked. I’d never had a partner pleasure me before them, if they even did it at all. Was I letting him down right now? Being a disappointing partner?

He kissed me, softer this time, letting me really feel how plush his lips were.

“I’m content,” he said. “I need to shower, I’ll be back.”

He turned and left the room, seeming to hightail it out of there.

I tried to roll over and relax, rest like he asked me, but I knew the warning signs. The ways men would try to pretend they wanted you to stay, when they were subtly asking you to leave.

And this was textbook.

So I basked in his sheets that smelled just like he did for a few more moments before rolling myself off his bed and sauntering back to my own room.

Chapter 24

Adrian

Itook a long, cold shower after leaving my room.

I’d fucked up. Big time.

So long I’d spent resisting her pouty lip and attitude I knew needed an adjustment, but something fizzled in the air tonight, and I couldn’t control myself.