#alpha sub
She watched them all enjoying themselves. The party she’d organised. Using the toys she’d provided. The moans, the groans, the cries of desperation filling the room.
How she envied them. Not that they knew, not that she could tell them. They thought that she, as the Alpha, as the ‘Red Glove’, could cum whenever she wanted, a privilege that came with the position.
But it was just the opposite. Red for stop. Red for no touch. Only his fingers could pleasure her, and he was so brutally scarce with it.
Worst were the nights he made her pretend, humping her needy cunt in the air for his amusement while she faked orgasm after orgasm for the girls in the other rooms to hear.
She’d known what it meant to wear the gloves. She regretted it every day.
It was perfect.
Always spot on.