Yelling At Him

I gulped down saliva down my dry throat as I swallowed my anger and pride and walked over to sit next to him and have dinner. If sitting here will make him feel better if staying close to him is all it would take to stop him from blindly chasing after that bitch, then I’m definitely going to do it. If not for anything, the fact that it would infuriate her to see us together is enough motivation to push me towards that sit next to Alpha Keith. Just as I approached the seat, he pulled me over and made me sit on his thighs, breathing deeply the moment he inhaled my scent,

“That’s my girl,” he lets out proudly, pulling me closer. I felt safe in his arms, and I knew in my heart that this was so much better than me refusing to sit like he instructed and ending up getting strangled and bullied by him. He forced me to sit on his legs, making me sit on his hard dick. Then he picked up his spoon and he spoon-fed me like a baby, forcing the food into my mouth the first few times when I refused t