Book 3: 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