Chapter 15
DEVIN
Jessica feels so tiny in my arms as I carry her back to the bed. Even now, she snuggles into my chest, yawning as she protests, needing sleep. Though we certainly don’t know each other as well as we’d like, I already know she’ll be a handful.
After I tuck her in, I pad over to my suitcase and rifle through my belongings.
Since we were coming into another country, I didn’t want to risk bringing anything super suspect, but I’ve never needed toys to impart my dominance.
Grabbing a few hanks of rope, I set them on my nightstand and slip in between the sheets.
Even in her sleep, Jessica turns toward me, seeking me out. My heart thumps painfully as I gather her into my arms and rest her head on my chest. Before, when it was at the club, my responsibility ended the moment I parted ways with whoever I played with. Now, she’s mine for life.
To her, the baggage I carry may not seem like a lot, and granted, it’s certainly not as horrific as hers. What she doesn’t understand, however, is the sheer amount of responsibility I feel pressing down on my shoulders. It’s a burden I gladly bear, but it’s a burden all the same.
I didn’t have a happy home to look to as an example. Instead, I have my kink family to rely on. I know how to be a good dominant and a trusting partner in that way. Bringing it to marriage shouldn’t be all that difficult.
Resting my chin on the top of her hair, I breathe in her scent. She’s so delicate and yet so fierce. Despite the exhaustion beating at my body, my cock stirs as I remember meeting her for the first time. A spitfire, someone I’d never normally play with at the club.
Though I’m not one to believe in fate, something tells me our meeting wasn’t by accident. She’s not who I would have asked for, but somehow, I can’t see myself living without her. I close my eyes, a smile drifting across my lips.
The sun pours into the room, casting a golden glow against my bride’s naked body. She lies there, splayed, as if no one else has to share the bed. Shaking my head, I force the chuckle to stay in my throat so I don’t wake her. Not yet.
Grabbing the hank of rope off the nightstand, I take my time, easing her limbs apart as I tie her down to the bed. She already gave me permission to take her. All I have to do is indulge.
With her thighs spread apart, I can easily lie there and feast, breaking my fast with the sweet taste of her slick. Groaning into her pussy, I lap at her as if she’s the last bit of water in a vast desert. I slide my hands underneath her ass, cupping her as I bring her closer to my face.
Her soft moans are music to my ears, making my balls tighten as my knot tingles. I can’t wait to be inside her, but first, I want her coming on my mouth and tongue. I want her to wake up knowing I own her and her pussy, and no one will ever take that ownership away.
She squirms in her sleep, her breaths coming in small pants. Soon, she rocks her hips back and forth, her body tightening as I devour her. Sliding my fingers into her pussy, I groan against her slick flesh as she clamps around them.
Mumbled words full of incoherency fly from her lips as she jerks about, her body writhing as pleasure floods her system. Her cries are thick with sleep as she wakes up, unsure of what’s happening or where she is. Pulling back, I watch as her eyes flutter open and look around.
“Good morning, my bride.”
Before she can say another word, I reach down and stroke Jessica’s clit, sending her over the edge. Her erotic screams pelt my skin as she bows up, jerking against her bonds. Still, I continue to stroke her, forcing her to come again and again.
“Please, Devin,” she whines. “I can’t take anymore. Please.”
I pull my fingers away from her clit to smack the sensitive flesh, sending a jolt through her. She howls and bucks into the air, her body desperate for more bites of pain. A smile eases over my face as I smack her again.
“Is that how you address me in private, slave?” More slick gathers at her entrance at my words.
“No, Master,” she cries, her voice tinged with hysteria. “Please, Master. I can’t take it. Please.”
Smirking, I withdraw my fingers and lean over her, making a grand show of licking each digit clean.
“Mhhhh. You taste like ambrosia. You are my nectar of the gods.” Her pupils dilate at my words, making my cock pulse.
“One day, I may not be so merciful. I may tie you there and torture you with orgasms. What do you say to that?”
“M- maybe, Master.” Her voice is so small, so far away.
Such a responsive little omega. Alec was an idiot to treat her the way he did. No matter. She’s mine now, and I plan on worshiping every inch of her even as I make her cry out in desperation.
Kneeling between her thighs, I drag the head of my cock, engorged and swollen with abject need, down her soaking slit. With a groan, I tease her clit once more, torturing me as well in the process.
Her pained whine as she jerks away from me only causes me to crave her more. Gripping my thick base, I ease the tip into her entrance. She looks up at me, holding her breath as she tenses.
Smiling down at my beautiful bride, I ease my free hand up to her chest. “Just like the club, my little newb. I need you to breathe for me.”
This time, her face screws up into a frown. “You’re just as much a newb as I am at this.”
Leaning forward, I chuckle before sliding my lips over hers. “In fucking an omega, yes. In making you see heaven while still residing on earth, I happen to be a pro. Or do I need to force another orgasm out of you before I consummate our marriage?”
“I… Uh…”
I ease in just a touch more, making her breath hitch. “Think quickly, my little slave. I want to fuck you with every fiber of my being. You twitching beneath me only shatters my calm one little clench at a time.”
At my words, she flutters around my tip, drawing a lurid groan from my lips. She answers in kind, arching up, drawing me in a touch deeper. I allow her this time. Seeing as it’s her first, I’m more than willing to let her set the pace.
“Please, Master,” she whimpers. “Please fuck me. Make me yours. Stop tormenting me.”
“Well, when you beg so nicely, I suppose I can oblige.” Sliding my hand up, I cup her neck and press lightly. It’s not enough to choke her, but to let her know I’m still in control. “Breathe, baby. I’m not going any deeper until you breathe for me.”
Like a good girl, she takes in a deep gulp and blinks up at me. Her expression would be adorable if things weren’t so erotically charged. I give her a wicked smile as I push myself forward even more, stretching her out around my shaft.
Her eyes roll back into her skull as she undulates beneath me, forcing me deeper inside her. She feels like heaven wrapped around me. Electricity zaps through my brain as I draw out, ignoring her needy whine.
This will be the first time I’ve ever knotted someone. The enormity causes my balls to clench and said knot to tingle with anticipation. Until now, I have never allowed myself this luxury. Mostly because betas find knots difficult and painful.
As much as I love causing delicious agony, I draw a line at actually harming someone. But Jessica is different. She’s an omega. Her body is built for this, built for me.
Groaning, I dip back in, sliding even further until I fill her up completely. This time, I’m the one who can’t breathe as I look down at her, noting the awe and pleasure flitting over her face. I’m doing that to her. I’m causing her to feel all these wondrous, unique sensations.
A shiver runs up my spine as I pull out and ease in, her slick aiding my movements. I keep my thrusts gentle and slow, invading her with such exquisite agony. It kills me just as much as it probably does her, but I want this moment to last.
Though it’s our first, it will never be our last. As much as I wanted our first time to be a little kinky, I can’t deny that I miss feeling her wrapped around me. I want this moment to be a bit more intimate.
Easing out of her, I laugh at her pitiful mews as she thrashes about in her bonds. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast or not?”
“Yes, please, Master,” she moans like a dutiful submissive.
“Then be still while I untie you.” Starting with her left ankle, I remove the rope and slide my tongue along the little indentions left behind.
Jessica moans and writhes against the sheets, purring like a cat in heat.
I make quick work of her other ankle and then her wrists, pausing to taste each limb before I crawl back between her thighs.
“Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel you surrounding me. I want every breath to be laced with your scent and taste.”
Her slim legs do their best, but my body is so broad her heels don’t even meet. Gripping her ass in my hands, I hold her close to me as I impale her on my cock, drinking in her moans as I smother her lips with mine.
She ripples around my shaft as I piston in and out, slamming into her with a force I never thought possible. But knowing she won’t break, won’t shatter beneath me spurs me forward, allowing me to pour out all my pent-up need and longing into her willing body.
My cock jerks deep inside her as I hold her close. I’m far too near completion for my liking. I want to drag things out, to take my time with her. But with Jessica, it will never be enough. Each stroke feels like I’m coming home, like I finally belong.
It’s a feeling, a high I’ll chase for eternity. Nuzzling her neck, I drag her scent into my lungs. Her shoulder is so close. I could claim her now, and no one would blame me. It would be so easy to tie her to me forever.
But deep inside, I know I can’t. Not yet. Not until we both are in agreement. It’s the one thing she has that I cannot, will not, steal from her. Jerking away, I force myself to look deep into her eyes, locking on as my knot begins to swell.
She bucks against me, clawing at my back as she rocks back and forth, meeting my thrusts with eager ones of her own. Pinpricks of pain rake down my spine as she digs into me, screaming my name against my shoulder. My little slave has claws, and I find I like them very much.
“I’m going to knot you, baby,” I groan, cupping her head. “I can’t resist your sweet little pussy any longer.”
Letting a purr rumble through my chest, I slam into her one final time as my knot swells, locking us in place. Curses litter the air as I finally indulge, giving into the one thing I never allowed myself to have. Her pussy clamps around me, squeezing me tight.
Black spots dance before my eyes as cum shoots into her, filling her up. Pleasure courses over every inch of my skin, making my breath catch in my chest. Reaching between us, I stroke Jessica’s clit again, not giving a damn if she wants to orgasm.
I need to feel her clenching around me, squeezing my knot in a way that only an omega can. “Come for me, my little slave,” I growl against her, turning my purr into a silken weapon.
Her soft moans drench my skin as she bucks against me, her inner walls clamping down and clenching tight. We both groan as her release races through her, vibrating through me by proxy. Heavy sighs flit past our lips as I hold her close, refusing to let her go.
“God, newbie,” I groan, turning her over so she can lie on top of me. “You are going to be an addicting problem.”
Jessica giggles against me, her body languid as it drapes over mine. “I’d say ditto, but your head is already so big.”
“You don’t have to say anything, love. Your body tells me everything I need to know.”
Taking in a deep breath, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. She’s the treasure I never knew I needed, and heaven help them if anyone tries to take her away from me. I will fight with my dying breath before ever giving her up.