It felt so good and relaxing to just let go and let the beast do whatever he wanted to me. He was in charge and that was how it should be.
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Sam had curled up in his master's bedroom and I casually strolled in there and shut the door. I wanted some one-on-one time with him.
The second the door closed, Sam looked up at me and I could see an evil glint in his eyes. A shiver raced up my spine as I realized I was all alone in the room with a strange, alpha dog.
My heart quickened as he slowly rose from the bed. I tried to put out my hand in the familiar greeting, but he wasn't having any of that!
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward the bed. Oh God, what was happening? Was he going to hurt me? I knew better than to disobey him, so I did as he bid. The second I had laid on the bed, I felt his muzzle shoved up under my blouse.
Oh my God, he was sniffing my pussy! My mind raced, thinking of all the possible escape vectors.
Before I knew it, Sam was pawing and biting at my panties. Then I remembered why: I was fertile. Fuck. What lousy timing. Of course he was amped up. To him, I was just another bitch in heat. And I'd sent the only other person in the house away.
A cold, hard chill followed the first one up my spine. I was going to be alone with this beast for the next hour.
