The demand hung heavily in the air.
Seeing her hesitation, Dorrent let out a dark, impatient grunt. He kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel, navigating the fast-moving lanes of the highway, while his right hand reached down to snap the release lever on her wrist restraints. The heavy leather cuffs popped open, freeing her upper body, but before she could even think of pulling away or covering her exposed chest, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck with unyielding strength. He forced her torso downward, pushing her head toward his lap, guiding her trembling lips directly to his thick, pulsing cock.
The moment Jannah’s lips parted and her mouth took the massive, burning head of his shaft, Dorrent let out a deep, guttural grunt of pure satisfaction. He couldn’t control his primal instincts; his hips instinctively surged upward, forcing his cock deep into her mouth until the blunt tip hit the back of her throat.
"Ah..." Jannah gasped around the thick intrusion, her entire frame tensing violently. Hot tears instantly spilled from the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision as the massive size of his shaft strained her small mouth to its absolute maximum limit. It felt like she was choking on pure, solid heat. The heavy, musky scent of his Alpha pheromones filled her nasal passages, making her head spin with a dizzying mix of hatred and forced biological submission.
"Don’t just hold it there, little physician," Dorrent growled, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated against her face. "Suck it. Show me how well you can serve your master."
Swallowing her dignity, Jannah closed her eyes and began to move her mouth, sucking on his shaft from the sensitive tip all the way down to the heavy bottom. She used her tongue, wrapping it around the thick, pulsing veins that covered his length, trying her best to accommodate his brutal size. Every movement was a strained, agonizing effort, her jaw aching intensely as she worked to keep him satisfied while the vehicle tore through the midnight smog.
Dorrent’s grip on the back of her neck tightened, his fingers burying deep into her uncombed hair as her lips squeezed against his flesh. "Mmm, yes... just like that, Jannah. Your mouth is absolutely incredible," he groaned, his head tilting back against the headrest for a brief second before he snapped his eyes back to the road.
As she remained bent over his lap, her body twisted so that her behind was facing toward the passenger side window, the movement naturally pulled her dress up over her waist. Dorrent’s gaze flicked down to her exposed lower half, his nostrils flaring as the sharp, sweet scent of an aroused omega began to overpower the winter-frost aroma of the cabin.
"You’re reacting down there, aren’t you?" Dorrent asked, a mocking, breathless chuckle escaping his lips. "Tell me, little physician... are you completely wet right now? Do you need your Alpha’s help to stop the aching?"
Jannah tried to shake her head in frantic denial, her mouth still completely full of his throbbing shaft, her throat let out a muffled, protesting whine.
But Dorrent didn’t buy her denial for a single second. "Liar," he whispered darkly.


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