“You complain, little girl, but I think you like it,” he replied, and I turned away with a huff.
“Goddamn alpha males,” I muttered, and he laughed even harder, then slowly began to walk, looking back to ensure that I was following him. The clamp on my clit was teasingly tight, pinching at my most sensitive place, and after a few steps I moaned softly, the sound low and almost inaudible. As we walked through the market and up the stairs to the upper level, I couldn’t help but notice the wetness between my thighs. With every step, I grew wetter, the constant pressure on my clit keeping my arousal always at the edge of a cliff and leaving me breathless.
I kept my eyes on my captor’s back, ensuring that I didn’t catch any wayward glances from anyone that we walked by. I knew there were many. I could feel both men and women staring at my nakedness, judging every inch of my body and wondering what it would feel like to run their fingers along my human skin. It made me feel incredibly small and humble, but also powerful at the same time.
My thighs rubbed against one another as I walked, slick with my wetness, and I lifted my head, holding it up high as I followed him.
“What’s your name?” I finally asked, and he paused, looking back at me.
“Bane,” he answered. “What’s yours, human?”
“Cara,” I responded.