The scent of perfume and fresh linen filled the upscale boutique, but beneath the polished luxury, something darker lingered. Something primal. Something filthy.
Ethan’s knees pressed against the carpeted floor of the fitting room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The door was locked, but the sound of voices outside, shoppers, employees, strangers, made his heart hammer against his ribs.
Above him, Selene stood tall, one foot propped up on the fitting room bench, the slit of her red silk dress parting to reveal smooth, bare thighs. The dark stain between them made his breath stutter.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
And she was bleeding.
“You wanted this,” she murmured, tilting her head as she ran a single manicured finger along his cheek. “You begged for it. So why are you hesitating, pet?”
Ethan swallowed hard, his cock already straining against the fabric of his jeans, shame and arousal twisting together in a way that left him dizzy. Fuck.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Madam,” he whispered. “I want it.”
Selene smirked, hooking her fingers beneath his chin, tilting his face upward. “Then prove it.”
She shifted, stepping closer, the scent of iron and lust intoxicating as she dragged his face between her thighs. Ethan whimpered, his lips parting as his tongue flicked out, tasting the first slick traces of her arousal mixed with something deeper, something raw.
Fuck.
She was hot, wet, dripping, the evidence of her cycle painting his lips in streaks of red. The coppery tang flooded his senses, his mind swimming with filth, his own degradation making his cock ache painfully beneath his jeans.
“Messy little thing,” Selene murmured, rolling her hips forward, grinding against his open mouth. “I could paint your whole fucking face with this. Let the world see how much you love being used like this.”
Ethan moaned against her, his hands twitching against his thighs, desperate to grab onto her. But he knew better. No touching. Not unless she allowed it.
Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him in place. “Such a desperate fucking bitch. Licking me up like you’ll die without it.”
The walls of the fitting room were thin. Too thin. If anyone passed by, if anyone listened closely enough, they would hear everything. The wet sounds of his tongue, the quiet, filthy moans he couldn’t swallow down, the soft gasps of his Mistress as she rutted against his mouth.
And fuck, he wanted them to hear.
Selene tilted her head, studying him as she smeared herself across his lips, her slick heat dripping down his chin, staining the collar of his shirt. Ruining him.
“Look at you,” she purred. “Such a filthy little blood-drunk whore. You love this, don’t you?”
Ethan nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes, Madam. Please, please let me have more.”
A wicked smile. “Then open.”
His jaw went slack. Selene slid forward, giving him everything, her grip in his hair tightening as she took what she wanted. Ethan groaned, his tongue rolling against her, swallowing down every drop of her, the taste, the scent, the humiliation making his head spin.
“Fuck” Selene exhaled sharply, her body trembling as she pressed herself harder against him. “That’s it, pet. Drink every fucking drop.”
His cock throbbed, his whole body shuddering with need. He was drenched in her, marked in ways that no one outside that fitting room would ever understand.
Or maybe they would. Maybe if someone walked in right now, saw his ruined face, his soaked shirt, the mess she had made of him, they would know exactly what kind of pathetic little thing he was.
Selene pulled back just slightly, admiring her work. His lips were swollen, red-slicked, his eyes glazed with submission.
“God, you look fucking ruined,” she whispered, dragging a thumb through the wetness on his chin. “I should make you walk out there just like this. Let the cashier see what a filthy little thing you are for me.”
Ethan whined, his hips rocking forward instinctively, desperate for any friction.
Selene only smirked. “But you haven’t earned that yet, pet.”
She straightened, smoothing down her dress, looking composed, elegant, untouched, while he knelt before her, breathless and wrecked.
She turned toward the mirror, adjusting her lipstick with a knowing smile. “Get up. We’re not finished shopping yet.”
And Ethan followed, still tasting her on his tongue, knowing this was far from over.
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