Embarrassed, she closes her eyes and folds her ears back, curling her entire tail around her breasts to hide her perky nipples. He steps back, and looks at her as though seeing her for the first time, hungry eyes roaming up and down her body, memorizing every inch of naked skin that he can see. And then, he lifts both her legs up and she falls back onto her elbows from the sudden lack of balance.
Before she can ask what he's doing, he ducks between the chains on her ankles, trapping himself to him and vice versa. She can't just pull her legs back and close them together, not with his body in the way and the chains keeping her from freeing herself as she wished.
"Master?" she whispers, the blush on her cheeks moving down her chest at her state of vulnerability.
"Can you show me, pet?" he asks politely, looking between her legs so that there's no question what he's asking her to do.
She thinks of saying no but is afraid that the opportunity would never come by again. Maybe something's happened today to make him want her. She's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Tentatively, she lifts her hands away from where she's hiding her pussy, putting her hands on the counter top instead. Even with her eyes clenched shut, she can imagine what he's seeing. She's never shown anyone something so intimate before. Instead of hair between her legs, she's fully bare without a strand of hair to hide herself. She hears the sharp intake of breath from the Werewolf and her hands grasp the edge of the counter tightly. Does he think it's weird that she doesn't have hair there? Would he-
"Oh!" she gasps and her eyes shoot open upon feeling a slight wetness there. "Oh, Master- Master Darius," she moans, seeing his head between her legs, mouth closed over her pussy and licking her pussy lips.
"Don't call me that," he hums against her pussy, pulling back to look up at her through hooded eyes.
She doesn't hear him. It feels too much and too good all at once. She feels like she's about to faint because the world is too bright and everything feels too good. "Oh, oh, please," she whimpers, clutching desperately at his shoulder.
The older man chuckles and slides his tongue inside her, spearing between her pussy lips with his tongue and she just about faints from how intense the pleasure becomes. It feels weird and foreign to her, having his tongue inside of her, but it's weird in a good way. It's weird in an absolutely perfect way. The synapses in her brain are all firing at once, the pleasure so intense and potent that she feels as though everything is caving in until there is only the two of them.
She whimpers, fingers digging into his shoulders as he licks and sucks her clit, pulling back only to drag the flat of his tongue up her spread pussy lips and tease her opening again and again.
"Master- Master, please," she cries, bucking into his touch, eyes glazing over with last.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growls, his hands on her inner thighs squeezing. He licks up between her legs again and she is hardly able to stop her hips from jerking forward.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasps.
"I want to be inside you, pet," he says and she doesn't even care that he's calling her that now. Right this second, she's willing to be whatever he wants her to be as long as he doesn't stop. He licks all the way up her stomach and drags his tongue around her nipple between sucking one sensitive bud into his mouth.
"Oh, umm..." she gapes stupidly, ready to agree to anything when there's a tell-tale hum of the apartment door clicking open again and then Master Darius is standing at the entrance to the kitchen with what looks like a cake in one hand and a bouquet of flower in the other. He drops them both.
Her brain synapses misfire and she manages a confused, "Huh?"
Chapter Five: Imposter
Master Darius - the one between her legs - stands and turns around. For a few seconds, nobody does anything and they're just staring at each other.
"Master Darius?" she whispers, confused. The Master Darius at the entryway looks at them slowly. Most of her body is obscured by the werewolf in front of her but there is no hiding what they were doing with, not the scent of arousal so thick in the air and her state of nakedness. He pulls his upper lip back and bares his teeth in an enraged snarl.
A second later, the Master Darius in front of her is no longer there, having been thrown across the table and into the wall so hard that the walls shake and chunks of the wall breaks off, falling on top of him. "Stay down," he sna
rls, twisting around to look at her.
She tilts her head as her Master's expression shifts to one of intense worry.
"Did you hurt you, Aria?" Master Darius asks, taking off his suit jacket quickly and wrapping it around her shoulders. His finger are shaking. "Jesus," he sighs, touching the kiss marks around her shoulders, dark stains on her pale skin.
She shakes her head, not understanding what's happening at all. How can there be two Master Darius? But this one feels more like her Master Darius than the other man, who looks at her with eyes that are too sharp.
"Master Darius?" she asks, her voice shrill with confusion, blinking at him like there's something wrong with her eyes. "Am I dreaming, Master Darius?" she asks.
"No, no," he reassures her, fingers pinching her chin and tilting her head left and right, sharp gaze examining the bruises around her throat. She's cradling her tail in her lap, the soft fur fluffy enough to hide most of her naked hips and legs.
"I don't- I don't understand," she murmurs, glancing from one man to the other. Now that they are both in the same room together, she feels terrible for mistaking the intruder for her Master Darius. He's so much more handsome and he carries himself differently too. Master Darius is taller with a powerful aura that feels safe. He's still wearing his suits and he smells like the two of them together because he had nuzzled her in the morning before he left for work.
"That's Ethan," he says. "He stole the keys to my apartment and decided to pay you a visit."
"Oh," her mouths stays in the 'o' position as her brain struggles to understand the significance of what she had just been told. She'd just let an absolute stranger touch her because she thought he was her Master. She remembers being told about a twin before. She's even met him once! How could she have forgotten?
Her eyes burn and fill with tears as she realizes she's gotten it all wrong. Her Master doesn't want her like that, and Ethan probably just wants her the same reason why everyone does- for the novelty. Her heart feels too heavy all of a sudden and she lets out a soft hiccup that breaks the dam and then she's sobbing, feeling stupid for believing that her Master would want her and overwhelmed for allowing it in the first place. She wipes the tears with the back of her hands and new tears trickle down her face, wetting the buttons on the expensive suit he had wrapped around her shoulders.