Chapter 5
DEVIN
I watch the omega carefully, noting the quiver in her body. It’s not from fear, however. I know that just by scenting the air. The poor thing is beyond aroused and desperately needy.
Her mellow scent of flowers and sugar changes as I wait for her answer, deepening into a darker, honeyed scent. The arousal practically pours off of her, drowning me, intoxicating me, to the point where I can’t think straight. No other omega has affected me like this.
It must be because she’s so innocent. That is the only logical explanation. What’s so frustrating is the desire within me to take her, mold her, and guide her into the submissive I know she wants to be. But I can’t risk getting my feelings involved. I just can’t.
Tonight is it. If I see her in the club after today, I’ll simply pass her on to another dominant. Unfortunately, red tinges my vision at the thought. Which is beyond ridiculous.
I know and trust every member in here. So then why can’t I just give her away? Maybe if I get her out of my system …
Reaching forward, I lean my chest into her back, pressing her deeper against the cross. “Well, slave? Are you going to answer me?”
“I’m thinking,” she snaps, her voice trailing off as I grind against her.
Flipping up the flimsy hem of her dress, I yank on her underwear, forcing the fabric up between her cheeks. “That wasn’t very respectful, was it? Seems like I’m going to have to punish you before giving you any pleasure.”
My cock hardens as I palm her round ass cheek. Some na?ve girl shouldn’t bring out this reaction in me. I like them ready and able to serve. Yet this omega seems to push buttons I didn’t know I had. Her feistiness does something to me, brings out an answering ferocity in me.
“Sorry, Master,” she whimpers, arching into my touch.
Does she even know she’s doing it? Somehow that innocent movement makes her even more endearing. I dig my fingers into her pliant flesh, forcing my thoughts back onto the submissive in front of me.
“Answer me correctly. Are any of your holes off limits?”
“No, Master,” she eventually sighs, sinking down onto the cross.
Gripping her hair with my other hand, I turn her face so she can look over into the room. “See those male and female Alphas with the bands around their arms? The ones that glow under the lights?”
“Yes, Master.”
“They are the dungeon monitors. They’re here to make sure everyone is safe. If at any point things are too much, say the color red. Things will stop immediately. If they don’t, that’s where they come in. Anyone who cannot abide by simple consent is not allowed to be in this club. Understand?”
“Y- yes, Master.” There’s a slight quiver to her voice, one that I can’t interpret.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Of me?”
“No, Master.”
“Of what then?”
She hesitates, and the silence between us grows. The music pulses, a driving beat which pounds in time with my heart.
Eventually, she sighs and buries her face into the cross. “I’m scared I’ll like it too much. That I’ll never be able to go back to how I was before this.”
My hand stills. I wish to tell her I fear the same, but I must be a show of force, a commanding presence she can feel safe in. Resting my lips against the back of her head, I give her a gentle kiss and breathe in her scent.
“I understand your concern. But this is a one-time thing. A kinky one-night stand, if you will.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbles. “Only I’m not getting laid. Just tormented.”
As the words leave her lips, I crash my palm against her backside. The strident tone of her yelp as she surges forward zips down my spine and settles deep into my balls. At her soft whimper, my knot swells and throbs.
Fuck. I’ve got it bad. And I don’t even know this omega’s name.
The question hovers on my tongue, but I’m already in too deep. I already want her too badly. A submissive omega just ripe and ready to be plucked. It’s a pipe dream, really. One that I can’t afford to allow myself to partake in.
Knowing her name is just the tip of the iceberg. Then I’ll want to know everything about her, to devour every morsel of information until I know her just as deeply as I know myself. Where does she work? What friends does she have? Besides Kessily, that is.
Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts and concentrate on the squirming omega. “So disrespectful,” I murmur against her ear. “It’s as if you don’t want any pleasure at all. Just punishment. Is that what you want, little omega? You want me to punish you?”
I drift my hand lower, wedging it between her thighs. Soon, I’ll have them splayed open so I can touch what I want, when I want. For now, she resists me a bit, squeezing them even tighter together. No matter.
Dropping to my knees, I wrench her legs apart and fasten them to the cross, leaving her open and vulnerable to any invasion of my choosing. Her soft whimpers are music to my ears as she quivers there on the cross. She’s finally understanding that she has no power here.
Not unless she wants to call red. Again, I rise and press against her, letting her feel my massive weight against her tiny body. She gasps for air, heaving against me as her arousal swims in my veins.
“I can end this here and now, slave. All you have to do is say red. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to have my wicked way with you?”
“P- please, Alpha,” she moans, arching her ass into me. “Please. I need. I… I need.”
“What, my little slave? What do you need?” My voice is harsh, raspy as I slide my fingers around her hip to cup her pussy through her dress.
Just as I thought. Soaking. She rocks her hips back and forth, seeking pleasure on my fingers, smearing her arousal on me. With a chuckle, I pull away and walk around the cross so she can see my face.
Bringing my fingers up, I watch as her eyes glaze over as I taste her. Sunshine and fucking ripe berries. God, but this omega tastes far better than she has any right to.
“Such a naughty, willful little slave. You don’t get pleasure without my permission. Now stand there, still, like a good girl, while I punish your delectable ass.”
Her pupils widen as she sucks in a breath. She looks so innocent, so vulnerable. A flush pinkens her cheeks as her lips drop open. “Please. I… Please, Master,” she groans. “Punish me.”
“You beg so fucking sweetly,” I growl against her lips.
But I pull away before I can kiss her. That way only lies madness.
Besides, she has another set of lips I can kiss before tonight is over.
As I ease back, her face falls forward, as if she, too, wanted that kiss.
Steeling my resolve, I walk back around where I can’t see her lips parted in expectation.
Yanking up her dress again, I tuck the hem into the band of her bra, keeping it out of my way. With one hand, I grip the white, virginal lace of her underwear and hold it taut. Her ass is a thing of beauty. Round, smooth, a blank canvas for me to paint with my hand.
The moment my palm connects to her other cheek, she jumps up on her tippy toes, as if she can somehow escape me. But there is no escape. Not unless she says red and chooses to leave.
But I can’t think about that now .
I need to concentrate on giving this newb the best scene possible. That way, she’ll know better what she wants for the future. I strike the opposite cheek, drinking in the sounds of her discomfort.
All the while, I keep a close check on her body, her movements, and her scent. The instant any of that shifts and morphs into fear or discomfort, I’ll stop and check in. For now, she seems to enjoy my rough treatment, despite how she howls and carries on.
After smacking the underside of both cheeks, I slide my fingers under the hem of her underwear and across her slick lower lips. She’s so fucking wet. Behind the confines of my suit pants, my cock pulses as precum pearls to the tip, smearing across my lower abdomen.
The need to taste her overrides all logical thought. Dropping to my knees, I unzip my pants and free my erection. Though I will not fuck her, there’s nothing saying I can’t find my own relief.
I sit on the floor, putting her pussy right in my face. Like a man famished, I lean forward and inhale her arousing scent. It makes my mouth water.
Yanking the small bit of fabric to the side, I slide my tongue over her clit, tasting her slick, growling as the flavor explodes on my tongue.
I groan in unison to her soft moans as my hands drift over my shaft.
My balls draw up tightly, tingling with the need to spill my seed into her willing body.
It’s agonizing holding back, but we didn’t negotiate me filling her up with my cum. She’s not in heat, so pregnancy isn’t a concern. It’s just so intimate, so… raw and savage. I can’t allow myself even one thought of pumping my cum deep inside her lush little body.
My free hand drifts up to her entrance. Without even pausing, I slide two fingers inside her, invading her, and spreading her open. She gasps and tightens around me, drawing more precum to my tip.
How would she feel tightening around my cock and my knot? No. I can’t let myself think that way. Drawing my hand away from my pulsing shaft, I focus on the omega and her pleasure. That’s safest.
She writhes on the cross, jerking her hips back and forth, grinding on my face as I pleasure her.
Desperation tightens her muscles around my head and perfumes the air, making my mind fuzz about the edges.
Soft gasps morph into long, plaintive wails.
Every now and then, as I pull away, I glance out at the club.
From around the room, others stop their scenes and watch, their gazes trained on the omega in the throes of pleasure.
It fills me with a sense of pride, knowing I can make her cry out like this.
Though what I’m doing to her isn’t exactly kinky, she’s gone a long way from not wanting anything to do with this to begging me not to stop.
She’s getting close. So fucking close. With each thrust, her inner walls quiver and clench as her moans become far more insistent and punctuated with each slide of my fingers deep inside her. But I’m not ready to let her come. Not yet.
I want to see just how far I can push her. I want her so desperate for me she can’t even think of going back to her vanilla life again. Granted, I won’t be the one to explore that with her. My heart clenches at that thought, and I force my brain to put it away for later.
Dragging my fingers out from the warm haven of her body, I stand up, zip and straighten my pants, and walk around to the back of the cross so I can look deep into the omega’s eyes. Already they’re glassy, glazed over as subspace threatens to overtake her. So responsive, so needy, and so perfect.
For someone else.
I want to pull my gaze away from hers, but I find myself stuck. Her lips part as she looks up at me, hope and wonder in her eyes. How easy would it be to lean down and kiss her, to make her mine? What the fuck is wrong with me?
As much as I want some distance between us to get my raging hormones under control, I can’t just leave her on the cross. Motioning to one of the dungeon monitors nearby, I point to my bag near the sitting area.
“My elk flogger, genital flogger, and my black paddle, if you please.” Their faces light up with a smile as they nod and rummage through my bag.
The omega, however, seems as if she hasn’t even heard me. Her eyes still gaze up at mine like an adoring slave wishing to please their master. I can’t wait to see how submissive she is once she gets the first taste of my leather.
Once the dungeon monitor comes over, it’s as if cold water splashes on her, waking her up from a stupor. She looks up at where her hands are bound, then back at me. Her brows furrow as she yanks her wrists and ankles, desperate to be free.
“Why did you stop?” she whines, the plaintive note skittering on a nerve.
Whiny brats are not my thing. Yet, for some reason, I can’t wait to hear her beg some more.
“It’s my prerogative as your Master. As I’ve said, you’ll come when I allow you and not before.” Grabbing the genital flogger, I hold it up in front of her face. “Be a good slave for me, and I’ll let you come on my leather. How does that sound?”
She wrinkles up her nose as if she’s smelled something disgusting. “Depraved,” the omega finally spits out.
Unable to help myself, I tip my head back and laugh. The sound is so strange, so foreign, that many of the other dominants turn and look, as if they can’t process the sound coming from my lips.
“It’s a good thing we’re in this club then.
All sorts of depraved things happen here.
” I hang the short flogger onto the wrist restraint where she can see it and focus on the pleasure coming later.
“This is my elk flogger. It’s got more of a thud than a sting.
You’ll probably like this more than the others I own. ”
My cock twitches as she runs her fingers over the falls.
I bite back a groan as I picture her touching me like that, her fingers tentatively trailing across my sensitive skin while she’s cuffed and bound.
As if she can discern my thoughts, a light blush pinkens her cheeks as she bites down on her lower lip.
“It’s so soft,” she murmurs. “I don’t know what I expected, but this wasn’t it.”
“Want to feel it on your backside?” My heart slams in my chest as I await her answer.
“Yes, Master. I think I’d like that.”