Chapter 84. Father Knows Best... Or Does He?

Emily

It has been two months of daily usage of one of the wands in my drawers, two months since my last toe-curling orgasm from a man. I watch as the attendees of my party begin to depart. I can’t let Alpha Stephen go. I need him to take care of a delicate itch only a cock is built to scratch.

Tonight is the night I can finally have the big ‘O’ I have been dreaming about. I want it to be amazing; I have waited for so long. It would be a shame to let this man, who was looking at me like I’m the best thing he has seen since the invention of sliced bread, walk away.

I have dreamt about it; an Alpha’s rod buried deep inside of me, the feeling of his seed filling me up as I tumble over the edge and enjoy the full ecstasy of pleasure.

It’s a pity they haven’t made vibrators that can mimic the feeling of a man reaching their release. The feeling of fully dominating a man is what truly gets me going. I want to know that I’m powerful enough to biologi