Page 94 of Roguefinder

I grabbed my erection with a clumsy hand.

He faced me on the bed and pumped his dick, his slit brushing mine. Sweat gleamed on his neck and shoulders and his thick, heaving pecs with those pink nipples I wanted to suck.

Jesse jerked off, his eyes two fierce slivers of gold as he stared me down. Then he was coming. Semen landed in hot stripes on my cock, my fingers, my stomach. He bucked his hips, a hoarse cry ripping from him as he covered me in his cum. It dripped off my dick and slid down my nuts, and he kept coming, white streaks lashing my skin.

He jerked a final time, his groan thick with satisfaction. Chest heaving, he ran a finger through the mess on my stomach. “This is a good look for you, puppy. Covered in me.” He pushed his finger into my mouth.

I sucked, my dick ready to blow. My ass clamped hard around the plug. The collar pinched my throat. I waited for Jesse to stroke me.

Instead, he pointed to the carpet. “Down.”

Rebellion flared. I was so fucking close. A butterfly flapping its wings near my dick would have taken me out.

Jesse’s wolf watched me, and the beast rumbled in his voice as he said, “You don’t want me to tell you again, puppy.”

I climbed off the bed and sat on my knees with my fucking tail and my fucking collar and my fucking erection. His cum rolled down my thigh. Another streak cooled in my belly button.

“Stay,” Jesse said, and it took everything I had not to fire a “fuck you” in his direction.

He left the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The toilet flushed. A second later, the shower ran.

Was he fucking serious?

I looked at the bathroom door, then at my reflection in the mirror. His cum was a shiny mess on my abs and dick. Globs of it dried on my thighs. The collar was a black band around my throat, and I thought of Blaine emptying Sterling’s trashcan.

Jesse emerged from the bathroom and trailed a cloud of body wash to the dresser, where he pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and stepped into them. He left the bedroom, and I smothered a scream. Seconds later, he returned with a stack of sheets in his hands. He stripped the bed and remade it, and I counted to ten, then fifty, then a hundred in my head.

Finally, he stopped in front of me, and the cloud of body wash rolled down from on high. “That’s quite a pout, puppy. Something on your mind?”

“Yeah,” I snapped. “I’m fucking sick of waiting.”

His palm landed against my face. Not quite a slap, but not…not a slap.

We stared at each other, both trying to decide if I’d liked it. Everything south of my equator had already turned carbon into diamonds, so…

“Do it again,” I said.

Jesse smiled.

The next second, he gripped my throat. “That’s my puppy tail in your ass.” His fingers tightened, and he leaned over until we were an inch apart. “I give the orders. You follow them.”

“Yes, sir,” I rasped.

“Good. Do you need something from me?”

“Yes, sir. Please let me come.”

He released my throat. “Get up.” The second I stood, he grasped my dick and tugged, pulling up until I was forced onto the balls of my feet.

I made a pitiful sound, dancing in place like a moron. The tail wagged behind me, and I caught its movement in the mirror over Jesse’s shoulder. The dog tag in the hollow of my throat winked in the afternoon sunlight. Jesse’s cum itched on my skin. None of it should have been hot, but I babbled for mercy, fires of lust licking around my calves.

Half the things that came out of my mouth weren’t words at all. “Please,” I panted. “Please, sir, I need to come so bad. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He kept a vise grip on my dick, holding me on my toes. “You’re already doing everything I want.”

The fire climbed to my thighs. The tail bobbed in the mirror. The plug shifted in my body, and I pictured it splitting open my swollen, aching prostate like an overripe melon. I was going insane. Jesse had driven me out of my mind.

He tugged me closer and spoke against my lips. “You’ve been so good for me. Time to give my puppy what he wants.”