Chapter 22 That Feeling #3
With how I was bound, my cock was dangling between my spread legs, and he deliberately smacked it between spanks. He hit my crease, slick splattering around my hole, and I relaxed into the restraints, letting the hot, stinging ache spread all over me and weigh me down.
I wouldn’t have to worry my Master would get overly gentle with me now. He was demanding and rough, right on the edge of what I could handle, as if he were reading my mind.
“There’s no way to punish you, huh? I spank the shit out of you, smack your cock and hit your twitchy hole, and you’re moaning and leaking juices like I gave you the best massage.” He slapped my ass cheeks with both hands, and I groaned. I couldn’t help it. “My twisted little demon.”
By the time he grabbed the paddle, I was liquefied. His hits were precise, over both ass cheeks, loud and firm. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Hoarse groans spilled out of my throat, and my consciousness floated away on small bobbing waves of delicious pain and arousal.
This was how it was supposed to feel! Davidson peeled away all the bothersome layers of my person and left only simple, happy, horny little me.
Primal need rose in me, my insides opening up, but the paddle kept me suspended just above the dark pool of lust. Only when Davidson put it aside and massaged my burning ass cheeks, licking over my hole, did the emptiness become truly unpleasant.
I groaned from deep within when his tongue traced my rim.
“Such a big hole. Beautiful.”
He leaned over me, bracing his hands on the bench by my sides, and his cock nudged my opening. My need spiked, and I wailed. But the ache was nowhere near the cramping pain I’d experienced before the breeding. It even felt invigorating.
When he inched into me, I slumped with gratitude. Oh yes.
“Good thing you’re tied up, omega. I can use you like a piece of meat.”
An ungodly whine tore out of me. His cockhead nudged the loose, gaping mouth to my womb.
Long hard thrusts, root to tip, his balls hitting mine. He pummeled the open channel to my core, causing a red-hot breeding climax to rage through my insides until I was drooling on the leather under my face.
He nestled himself deep and circled his hips, tugging on my womb, and I shook with the overload of pleasure. My skin prickled everywhere, and I was so overstimulated my muscles jerked involuntarily.
“Slobbering, twitching piece of meat. You feel so good, my little slut, the best cocksleeve.” He laughed darkly, and the sound squeezed my balls.
His thrusts intensified, and I came harder. My middle pulsated, and Davidson fucked like a machine, my immobile body absorbing his vicious thrusts.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Wet sounds. Faster. Faster. Punching fucks right into the most vulnerable place in my body. My climax rose, heating up, spiraling higher, and I screamed. I was indeed a mere twitching piece of meat. The pleasure kept intensifying until it boiled over.
I became nothing. Piece of meat with a hole in it. No brain, no thoughts, no questions, definitely no fear. Just the pulsating sensation, like a ticking bomb, and friction, pressure, there into that spot. Bull’s eye. Again.
Fucking hell. The pressure!
I was still coming. And coming. Relentless, powerful thrusts, my inner organs pushed away. I’m only a hole. A huge, deep hole, full of an enormous, pumping dick.
Still coming. I couldn’t see. My lower body got caught in this orgasmic storm, and I couldn’t feel my arms at all.
Was this nirvana?
Fuck, I’m about to pass out.
It was too much. This time, it really was too much.
“Too much!” I screeched.
My Master heard. Immediately, he slowed down his thrusts but didn’t pull out.
I would have hated it if he did. Working quickly, he unfastened all buckles, and I was airborne.
In seconds, I was in his lap, spooned by his huge body, and he was kissing my neck and shoulder while he gently fucked my womb.
Tingles and sparkles chased each other all over me, but the burning edge was gone. With how he’d worked me over, I was loose and relaxed. Ready.
“Do you want my knot now, love?” Davidson asked.
“Mmm.” My lips felt numb when I tried to speak.
“I fucked your brains out, hm?”
I gave a weak chuckle that turned into a groan when he sheathed himself in me to the root and stayed there.
He gave me only tiny snaps of his hips, his cockhead jammed in the channel to my womb, and I arched in his lap.
I was so ready. It would happen any second now. Just a little longer… almost… please…
“Your womb is sucking my cock, baby. You’re such a slut for breeding.
My hungry cum whore. The little mouth in your core…
argh… Suck me dry, omega. Suck it out of me.
Take it. Take what you need. That’s it… Mmm…
Yeah… All yours. So much cum for my little slut.
I’ll pump you full of it. Take it. Take it all. ”
My insides pulsated around his growing knot, squeezing and milking his cock.
I felt like an animal, and it was glorious.
The sensation of his fresh load in my womb was no less satisfying than the first time.
Kissing and biting my neck, he spurted in waves for a long time until I felt wetness leak from around his knot.
I overflowed with his seed, and it felt marvelous.
It might have been minutes—I would never know. My comprehension of time was nonexistent. We panted, locked together, and Davidson licked the sore spot on my neck.
“Sorry. The old one hadn’t even healed yet. Why do I keep doing this?”
I hummed and licked my lips. Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I wondered if I could speak yet.
“I like it.” Slurring, but I could. “Next time we go out, I’ll wear a low-cut top so everybody can see the marks from your teeth.”
“You’re so dirty, my omega.”
“You love that about me.” I said it with such ease. Where was my self-doubt? But Davidson loved everything about me. In his care, I was a good mate.
He chuckled. “I do.”
“Thank you for slowing down,” I said.
“Of course, love. I was about to, anyway. Your sounds had gotten this anxious edge. Was it okay?”
“Yes. It’s just that I was coming so hard and for so long, I was afraid I’d faint.”
“Ouch. Sorry.”
“I’m not. It was incredible.”
I took his hand and kissed it. Then he cupped my belly, and I closed my eyes.