Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Enzo
Okay. Santa would not have been my first choice, but as it turned out, things were pretty good on the naughty list.
“Easy there,” Shawn said, catching his breath as he reaching across to where my left ankle restraint was clipped to the wall. “Let me get us a little more comfortable.”
I groaned at the pain of having my body released from the stretched and strained position Shawn had trapped me in, then had a whole chain of aftershock orgasms as he gently moved my legs and repositioned me the way he wanted me while knotted hard in me.
“Geez, is this all you?” he asked when he saw the lake of cum that had pooled on my belly from all the orgasms I’d had while bent double so he could pummel my hole to shreds.
I couldn’t even manage a simple “yes”. I was breathing too hard and still half gone with the pleasure of his knot in me.
His knot was huge, and I loved it. If I’d had just a little more mobility, I would have humped it until my balls turned into raisins as every drop of cum I’d ever produced shot out of me.
Shawn did nothing to stem the tide of mind-shattering orgasms that had robbed me of my senses with the way he stared at my messy belly, then ran a finger right through the thick of it. I dribbled another, weak orgasm as he licked his cummy finger, then sucked on it with a deep, ecstatic moan.
A second later, he seemed to catch what he did. “Whoa,” he said, blinking down at me. “That was a little too raunchy, wasn’t it.”
“God, no,” I sighed. “That was hot as fuck.”
“Really?” He looked surprised.
Then he looked at my belly again before running three of his fingers through my cooling cum, then sucking on them. He didn’t just do that. He swiped up more of my cum then pushed his fingers into my mouth, like he’d bought some amazing flavor of ice cream and wanted me to try it.
And the man thought he wasn’t a very good Dom.
I whimpered with pleasure as I tasted myself from his fingers. I couldn’t help but buck my hips a little in the hope I’d wring another orgasm out of his knot, even though it was starting to go down.
“Shit, what am I thinking?” Shawn asked, dropping out of character. “That’s gross.”
“It’s amazing,” I panted, letting all the tension go from my warm and sore body.
“Really?” Shawn stared at me like I was teasing him.
“Didn’t you think so?” I asked.
The flush that painted not only his face but his neck and shoulders, too, was heaven itself. “Yeah,” he admitted bashfully.
“Go on,” I said, starting to feel my next heat wave building in me. “Tell me what else you want to do to the poor, defenseless omega you bought with all your Santa money?”
Humor lit Shawn’s expression before a guilty sort of darkness came over him. “I…I can’t….”
“You absolutely can,” I said, squeezing his slightly diminished cock that still rested inside me. “I’m a defenseless omega who you have cuffed to your bed, and I like it dirty. What fantasies does Santa have under that fuzzy hat of his that he’s always wanted to play out?”
I could tell Shawn had something hiding deep down where maybe even he didn’t want to look too deep, but I could also tell he wasn’t going to let himself go. Not yet, at least.
“Omegas should be treated with care and respect,” he said.
“Yeah, out in the real world,” I half shrugged one shoulder.
“But right now, I don’t want to be treated with respect.
I want to be fucked like you can’t control yourself.
I want you to rearrange my insides while making me feel like I have no choice in the matter.
” The only thing that glowed hotter than Shawn’s cheeks was the fire in his eyes.
“So what do you want, Santa? What’s going to land me on your good list? Or maybe your very naughty list.”
“I….” Shawn’s knot deflated all the way, and he slipped back so he could drink in the sight of my spread, messy body.
“I like blow jobs,” he blurted, as if that wasn’t the tamest thing in the world.
“I have this fantasy of being at work, maybe even meeting with a client, and being balls deep in an omega’s mouth as he crouches under my desk. ”
Also pretty tame, but I’d go with it.
“What about keeping an omega under there all day, just holding your cock in his mouth while you conduct business as usual?” I asked. I would be on board with that.
“All day?” Shawn asked.
“It’s called cock-warming, and I happen to think it’s sexy as hell,” I said.
“Oh.” Shawn blinked as if a whole new world of fantasies was dawning in him.
“How about shoving a remote-controlled vibrating butt plug up in me, stringing me up from the ceiling, and then manspreading on the sofa and masturbating while you play with the remote and edge me all night before taking me down, shoving me over the arm of your chair, and emptying your balls in me?” I suggested.
Shawn sucked in a breath and his cock visibly thickened as he knelt between my legs.
“See?” I laughed. “I’m sure if you put some imagination into it you could come up with all sorts of sadistic ways to play with me.”
“I want to fist you,” he said.
Whoa! Talk about going from zero to a hundred in ten seconds.
“Yeah?” I asked, panting, my hole spasming as I imagined being stretched nearly to the point of breaking to get past his knuckles.
“You want to shove your fist in me and rearrange my insides?” His pupils shot to full black.
“You wanna pump those knuckles against my prostate and force me to come while you show me who owns me? Is that what you want, Santa?”
My second induced heat wave slammed into me hard then. My cock lay rigid against my belly, and I planted my feet and pushed my hips up a little so Shawn could see how drenched I was for him.
“You’re a filthy little elf, aren’t you,” he growled, reaching for my wrist restraints.
I loved it. I didn’t care what roles we were playing.
When he unclasped my wrist restraints and flipped me to my stomach, my mind went to that blissful, subby place that I loved so much.
I cried out for a second as he pulled my hips back and shoved my knees wide, dropping me into the omega mating pose.
I embraced it fully, mentally giving myself to him as he plunged three fingers into my hungry hole.
He pushed and stretched my hole, adding a fourth finger, then a fifth as he worked deeper. I winced, then moaned with pleasure-pain as he pumped harder and deeper. Fuck. He was really going to go for it. Just like that.
I groaned loudly as his knuckles stretched me to the limit, then shifted into some sort of wild, garbled keening as his whole hand punched past any resistance I might have had.
It was fast and artless, he could have drawn the process out and enjoyed it more, but I still had to give him high marks.
My muscles tightened around his wrist, holding him where he was, and my entire lower body spasmed as I started to come in sharp, tight bursts.
“Fuck me,” Shawn growled with something between lust and wonder. He moved his fist inside me, wringing even more orgasms from my violated body.
I felt so dirty, so good. Shawn’s fist was about the size of his knot when it was fully inflated, but without a cock or the promise of seed that might take root and form a new life within me, the painful pleasure was a visceral insult.
I wasn’t worthy of an alpha’s seed, only his possession.
It was supposed to be the most humiliating thing that could be done to an omega, but God, I loved it.
“More, Santa, more!” I groaned as my heat wave stole the last of my sense.
Shawn gave me what I wanted and more. He moved his fist roughly, but he also clamped his free hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow.
I was his, his possession and his toy. I wasn’t Enzo O’Neill, omega with a thousand responsibilities, anymore. I was a place to put a fist or a cock.
But even as that glorious feeling washed over me and I shot thin cum all over the duvet, I knew I couldn’t do it.
Not for real. Shawn wasn’t some random billionaire black market guy who would keep me as his sex slave.
He was special, wonderful. He made me scream with pleasure when he pulled his fist out of me, lifted me in his strong embrace, and impaled me on his cock so he could fuck his knot into me.
Once that had expanded, locking us together, he clamped one arm around my chest and grabbed a handful of my balls with his sticky hand and thrust up into me hard, over and over, until we were both clenching with orgasms and making a total mess of the duvet.
I was giddy with pleasure, especially as Shawn started to chant, “Naughty boy, naughty boy!” in time with his thrusts.
There was no way on earth I could sell myself to some random alpha to be used up when an alpha like Shawn existed in the world.
For half a second, as he clamped my balls so hard it felt like he was trying to squeeze everything out of them, while my belly went soft with the volume of his seed, I wished the two of us were actually together and he’d really bought me for his very own.
All good things came to an end, and as sense started to return to me, I found myself lying in Shawn’s protective embrace off to one side of the bed, where the duvet wasn’t soaking wet.
I could tell I wasn’t going to get another wave out of the Heat Lightning pill, but I hardly cared.
That last one had been everything I’d needed and more.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Shawn panted. He hadn’t caught his breath yet, and his body was still hot and sweaty against my back. His rich, alpha scent enveloped me like the most comforting blanket I’d ever been wrapped in. “I can’t believe I actually had my hand inside you. I’m—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I cut him off with a groan. “I loved it.”
“Really?”
“God, yes!” I twisted as far as I could with the two of us still knotted together to look over my shoulder at him. “I felt so incredibly full and filthy.”