I am enjoying having him this much on the back foot. His threats excite me more than frighten me.
“I can smell you again,” he growls. “You like that, don’t you.”
“Like what?” I squeak in the attempt to lie.
He pushes me gently back up against the wall and leans over me, his hand pressed over my head, the length of his body overshadowing mine. “You know exactly what I mean,” he says. “You like it when I dominate you. You even like it when I frighten you a little.”
Those words coming out of a bruised mouth turn me on way more than they should. Whatever he has been doing, it has left him with a rougher, deeper voice, and an even more intense energy, which is saying a lot because Dr. Simon Seek has always been incredibly intense.
He runs his hand over my stomach, and cups between my thighs.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop,” he says. I know it’s supposed to be an attempt at consent, but it just feels like a threat to me. Half the fun has been in the struggle. I hope he doesn’t take that away from me completely.
“You like it. You want it. You crave it,” he says, squeezing lightly. “And that’s why you’re going to be a good girl for me, isn’t it.”
He’s changing the subject, the bastard, and I am going to let him because this does feel good. The weekend felt particularly empty without him. I almost hoped he’d break into my house again, but I guess I had been too good to warrant that.
“On your knees,” he growls. “I want you to taste me.”
He grips my hair and eases me down. I don’t really fight him because I don’t really want to.
The head of his cock brushes against my lips, and I part them, heeding his silent command. I am already feeling wet with desire as he slowly thrusts into my mouth, conquering my lips and my tongue and some part of my soul.
I want this. I want him. I want the passion he ignites in me, the sense of being alive in ways I was never alive before I met him. Maybe this is wrong, but if my whole body wants it so badly, then how can it be?
His soft growls of pleasure run through me too, connected as we are, flesh on flesh. I feel his cock throb in my mouth, taste the slight tang of his pre-cum and another rush of arousal runs through me. I lap at his cock, suckle at the head, pay thorough attention to the sensitive spot beneath that thick bulge that has spread my pussy open.
We should not be doing this. This is a place of work, but in his presence it becomes a place of instinct, where animal desires take full precedence. His hands are on my head, guiding the motion of my mouth. They feel massive and so powerful. He is being careful, but I am very much aware that I am at the mercy of a creature far larger and stronger than me with an appetite that can only be sated by using me.
He holds me still as his desire increases, his need to come starting to override whatever gentlemanly instinct allowed him to let me take the lead. He starts to fuck my mouth faster and more firmly, and I can feel the restraint it takes for him to keephimself in check and not hurt me as his cock slides almost all the way to the back of my mouth again and again.
The sounds between us are lewd: my moans, the wet noise of my mouth being fucked, his increasingly animal growls and grunts. And then he lets out a sound like no other I have ever heard before. I’d call it a yell, but it doesn’t come with the normal human pitch. It is more like a roar of release, and it comes as I feel him unleash his load in my mouth, his seed spilling over my tongue and down my throat.
I look up at him for the first time since I went down, my eyes rising to his expecting to see a face of ecstatic release. But what I see when I look up is not the expression of a man coming. It’s not even the head of a man.
It is the face of a wolf. Completely animal. Fur, eyes, snout. Ears that are large and pricked up. I cannot intellectually understand what the fuck I am looking at, but instinctively my body knows exactly what to do.
I lurch backward, semen running from my lips as I let out a scream of shock.
The beast opens its mouth, and I see a row of teeth so sharp and so deadly every instinct in my amygdala is instantly activated in one direction:
Run.
For the second time in as many weeks, I flee from the lab.
The melting was one thing. It was odd, and silly and strange, but I accepted it because I guess it just looked like a really fast skin condition and I was almost embarrassed for him.
This is different.
I am fleeing for my life; I am running from a wild animal. My body is entirely activated by fear, my heart pounding, my breath coming in short pants. I run full speed out of the building, not caring how strange I must look to the other workers on other floors and in the lobby, normal people wearing normal clothes, behaving normally. They are all background setting to me now. I feel as though they are part of a world I can no longer inhabit because I have seen something they could barely imagine seeing.
It… he… there was a beast. A truly terrifying creature that I am never going to be able to get out of my head.
I have tolerated far too much in this strange world. I have let myself be led down a road that cannot possibly go anywhere good. He’s an animal. He’s not entirely human. The things he does to me, the sexual games and such, they’re not good or right either. They’re intense because he wants to consume me and then fill me. He wants to breed me. And then what? I’m going to have his animal baby?
I rush home to my apartment, throw a bunch of things into a bag, and I go to the train station, because I don’t like flying and buses are depressing. At the train station, I plan to buy a ticket for the furthest destination I can. I don’t even know where I’m going. I just need to get away.
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