Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 141 – Ella Learns to Talk Dirty

Ella

Sinclair is towering over me, his wolf eyes glowing as he watches me work through my feelings. I gnaw on my lower lip as I try to find the bravery to ask him for what I want, and he purrs deep in his chest, cupping my cheek and tugging my lip free of my sharp little teeth. He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t make demands, he simply lets me process the dilemma and keeps me from breaking my skin with my new fangs. His gentle affection gives me the confidence I need, and I shift a bit closer, craving his steady strength.

“Can I please touch you?” I inquire shakily, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Touch me where?” Sinclair replies, his deep bass vibrating through my overheated body as his lip quirks up.

I feel as though I’ve been doused in boiling water, and I’m sure he knows it. “Here.” I say, gesturing to the huge hard member between his legs.

“Uh-uh trouble, if you want to do it, you’ve got to give me the words.” Sinclair replies, stroking my spine with his free hand. “It’s just you and me, angel. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Please, Dominic.” I try again, licking my lips, “Can I touch… your c-cock.”

Part of me wishes the floor would open up and swallow me whole, but the member in question pulses as the word leaves my tongue, and I’m amazed to realize that I have such a powerful effect on this man. He holds the entire world in his palm, but one word from me and his body responds

“See now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sinclair purrs, gazing down at me with such pure adoration that I forget my embarrassment. “Of course you can touch me, Ella.”

contours and feeling bolder by the minute. I can feel the muscles in Sinclair’s chest and shoulders tense in response to my ministrations, but he doesn’t say a word. When I look up I discover that his eyes are on my face rather than my hand, and when I close my fist around him he

gingerly drop to my knees, and I’m genuinely shocked when Sinclair goes from tender affection to sudden foreboding. He tangles his huge hand in my hair, pulling my head back, “And just what do you think you’re doing?” He demands ominously, his dominance rolling off of his

use my mouth.” I murmur, suddenly feeling unsure of

don’t recall you asking permission.” He answers, arching

my chin up defiantly, “Can I use my mouth?” I say, but my tone is less

flash dangerously and he shakes his head, calling my bluff. “Use it how? Do you want to

what he wants to hear me say. If I wasn’t so drunk on passion

tongue over a bead of moisture emerging from his slit, I revel in the way I’m able to enjoy being complimented. For so long, comments about my looks only brought my trauma

cheeks and pulling him into my mouth. Sinclair hisses with obvious pleasure, and I feel so utterly powerful. It’s one thing when such a formidable being chooses to get down on his knees for you, and another entirely to bring him there through your own vigor – to make him lose control

any physical satisfaction, but I love seeing how I affect Sinclair. His

restrained lust. “Spread that sweet pussy so I can see how wet you are for

me a low purr of encouragement, and I slowly move my hand to my swollen sex, unsure of whether or not I can go through with this. I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, and part of me is surprised Sinclair would ask for this. When

is my responsibility, so from now on I expect

clearly enjoying the vibrations. He’s thrusting

myself the way I would if I were alone while he thrusts into my mouth. I reach up to grip the base of his cock, squeezing tightly because I know it’s beyond

work harder, and I cease touching myself to focus all my energy on him. I surge forward, taking him into my throat and cupping his heavy balls, rotating them between my fingers. Sinclair curses again, fisting his hand in my hair as he explodes with a guttural growl. I swallow