Besides, she wanted Rust. Desired him like she had never desired anyone before. This might be her only chance to fuck him.
Rust smiled. It was not a friendly smile.
“Come on, Alyssa,” he said. “You know you want to. What better way to experience shifter cock than the real deal?”
He was playing some psychological game. There was a hint of danger and the unexpected in the atmosphere. She could smell it. Kate’s eyes were just as curious and expectant. Did they have some greater plan in mind? Or were they just toying with her? Rust was a psychiatrist and psychologist after all, and Kate was his student. They were a dangerous couple in every way.
Alyssa found herself saying, “Yes.”
She could mentally hear Dan gasp in the observation room.
“Then come,” Rust said.
Kate rolled off the pillows and he undid her bonds. He took off the nipple clamps. He turned to Alyssa.
“Maybe you would like these on you.”
Don’t let him tie you up. He will kill you. They will kill you.
But somehow, she didn’t think so.
She licked her lower lip. “I don’t want to be tied up.”
“I’m not going to tie you up.” His green eyes blazed and his cock was as rigid as ever. So he desired her too.
Her mouth went ever so dry. What game are you trying to play, Rust O’Brien?
“All right,” she said.
She got up and started to undo her blouse. Her pulse tapped insistently at her throat like a warning knocker. Don’t do this. And yet her fingers easily undid her buttons – all the way to her skirt. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her shoes. Then she stepped out of her shoes.
She was only in her bra and panties as she walked over to him. He breathed in sharply as she came closer.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
So this was a psychological game. He wanted to hear her say it in front of his watchful girlfriend. What if she didn’t want to say it? What would he do then? Refuse to fuck her?
The thoughts were swirling in Alyssa’s mind. Yes, she did want to fuck him. Her body was blatantly telling her that – blatantly and wantonly responding to his nearness and closeness.
She reached out to touch him – his broad muscled chest, now thinner for the lack of sunlight and exercise. He was still the epitome of sex. His raw power was unnerving, and it wasn’t only because she knew he was a tiger shifter. There was an inner beast contained within him – and it was potent and intoxicating and overpowering.
She could not resist him, and she knew now how powerless Kate must have been when they first seduced each other.
“Say it,’ he repeated.
“I want you,” she breathed. Her breasts rose with her chest.
Her hands were poised to land on his chest, but he swiped them roughly away.
“I make the first move,” he said in a harsh voice.
This took her completely by surprise, but she was immediately chastened. Another first. She had expected to bridle at his gesture, but she was instead excited. A calm rippled through her and the room quietened.
He was in total command, and she liked it.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he said.
She did so. Her skin was flushed. Since she was very pale, the redness was very obvious.
“Nice,” Kate remarked.
Alyssa had almost forgotten Kate was in the room. But the other woman’s presence weighed heavily on her now. What must Kate be thinking? Had she watched her boyfriend fuck other women before?
Once Alyssa was fully naked, Rust pushed her onto the bed. She fell beside Kate.
“Spread your legs,” Rust ordered.
Alyssa obeyed.
Rust said to Kate, “Have you ever pleasured a woman before?”
“No.”
“Do you want to try?”
Alyssa darted a glance at Kate, who was just as flushed. Kate’s breasts were heaving, and she still wore the rosy glow of orgasm.
Kate turned to Alyssa. Her hand dove to Alyssa’s open legs and alighted on her pussy. Kate began to rub Alyssa’s clit slowly. Alyssa gasped, but did not attempt to close her legs or remove Kate’s hand.
Kate grew bolder. Her movements got more rapid. Her fingers slipped and dug into Alyssa’s grooves, lubricated by the swirling creams there. Alyssa spread her legs wider. Her breathing was quickening.
Above them both stood the overpowering form of Rust O’Brien. Watching them both. Watching their arousal.
Then he joined them on the bed. The mattress creaked with the added weight. He took Kate’s hand off Alyssa’s pussy and put it on his cock.
“Stroke me,” he said.
Kate pumped him until he was harder and more rigid than before. Then she guided his cock into Alyssa’s pussy hole, which was very wet and leaking with her juices.