Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Darby
I shouldn’t have shown up this afternoon for the omega auction trial. This whole thing was a terrible idea. I’d thought by throwing myself at the mercy of a Dom I could get the punishment I deserved for my failures, but it just wasn’t working out that way.
“There, there,” my sadistic prince said, kissing my bunched and sweating shoulder as his knot started to go down. “It will feel better in a second.”
I hung my head as much as I could in the tight restrictions. It already felt too good, and that was the problem.
He might have looked young and green, but this millionaire rich kid knew how to work my omega body like he was playing an instrument. I don’t know how he did it, but he was so in tune with what I craved and what gave me pleasure. He’d been able to push my buttons in a way no one else ever had, giving me wave after wave of orgasms so intense that they hurt.
He felt so right knotted in me. Everything about his body, especially his cock and knot, was oversized and made me feel like my anatomy would need to rearrange itself to accommodate him. But I was happy to do that. I was happy to be at his mercy.
I was happy, and I didn’t deserve it.
People could have died because of me.
“Mmm, your scent is delicious,” my prince hummed, sniffing my neck as his knot continued to go down. He licked my skin, causing a shiver to slip all the way down my spine to my still half-hard cock. “I could cuddle you all day.”
I’d had my eyes closed, but they popped open at that statement. It was…cute. Comforting. Something in me stirred with contentment.
I pushed it aside, focusing on the gush that came with my prince’s knot leaving me. Without that block, everything wet and slippery that filled me began to seep out.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” my prince purred as he shifted back.
I winced a little as he dragged his still pretty huge cock out of me, causing friction against my sore and stretched hole.
A second later, I caught my breath and my eyes went wide as his mouth slid across that same, sore hole. He licked and nuzzled that stretched-out, used part of me, teasing me with his tongue and making sounds like he was eating the most delicious confectionary ever invented.
It felt so good that my cock and balls jerked, like they wanted to come again, even though they’d just felt so many intense orgasms that I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d fallen off.
“So good,” my prince said in a deep, warm voice. “So sweet.”
His tone rolled over me like warm toffee. The temptation to give in to every last one of my omega instincts and curl up like a kitten in his praise was so hard to resist. I’d never had an alpha Dom lavish me with praise like that. I’d never even had past alpha boyfriends use that alluring tone of voice with me.
“Such a beautiful ass, too,” my prince said, moving to rain kisses over my sore, raised ass. “I could look at your body all day. In fact, let’s get you out of this bed so I can get you into another one.”
My brow furrowed for a moment. I loved the breeding bed. It was sadistic and brutal. It was uncomfortable and made it impossible for me to stop any alpha who happened to wander by from fucking the living daylights out of me and potentially forcibly impregnating me. That didn’t just appeal to the part of me that wanted to be disciplined for my failures, but also the ancient, needy omega in me who believed his sole purpose in existing was to carry an alpha’s baby.
I’d never wanted a baby before, but suddenly every cell in my body wanted to carry my sadistic prince’s baby.
“No,” I groaned as my prince started to unbuckle the restraints holding me rigidly in place. “No, I don’t want this.”
It felt like a lie, even though I was certain it was the truth. My head and my body were definitely at odds, and my heart had no clue what was going on.
“It’s okay, baby,” my prince cooed as he rubbed each freed limb to get my blood flowing again. “You’re doing so well. Let’s just get you someplace a little more comfortable for your next heat wave.”
What the fuck was going on? I was too stunned by the abrupt change in direction from my prince to protest as he freed me from the breeding bed. What happened to the cruel, careless playboy who had paid a million dollars to put me in my place?
I needed to get back to the punishments I deserved.
Once my prince had me completely free from the bed and on my feet again, I turned toward him, like I could fight him off and run.
That didn’t happen. Instead, I looked up—my prince was almost a foot taller than me—and saw the kindness in his hazel eyes. His autumnal scent wafted over me, making me dizzy. I’d noted before that he had a young face, but up close, knowing how his knot felt inside me, and feeling the soreness of the cane he’d smacked across my ass earlier, I could see he wasn’t as young as I’d first thought. He was still younger than me, though. By a lot.
“There,” he said, stroking his hand over the side of my cum-crusted face. “All better.”
What the actual fuck was going on?
“No,” I said, panic in my voice that wasn’t entirely feigned.
This wasn’t what I needed. I wanted harshness and pain, not this…this…attraction.
I broke to the side and bolted for the door into the suite’s main room. If I tried to get away, he would catch me and punish me. He’d strap me to the St. Andrew’s Cross again and beat my body until everything was pain. And then maybe I’d feel redeemed from my mistakes.
Or not.
“Easy there,” my prince said, catching me before I could go more than a few steps and pulling me into his tight, all-encompassing embrace. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I struggled, not so much against his hold, but against everything inside me that was screaming to get out. “Let me go!” I sobbed.
My prince’s grip tightened, and his tone changed once again as he said in a serious voice, “Do you want to end the fantasy?”
Did I? I wanted to end this too-kind shift he’d made. I wanted to go back to the sick sadist who wanted to cane and breed me.
But maybe this shift was part of the head games he was playing. It was definitely sadistic.
“No,” I groaned, sagging in his arms. I added a quick, “Green,” just so he knew my answer was not part of the scene.
“Good,” my prince said, shifting the way he held me so he could run his hands over my hot and tingling body. “Because I don’t want to stop either. You’re so sweet and perfect to play with. You make me so hard.”
He proved that by jerking his once again hard cock against the small of my back.
I caught my breath as my next heat wave roared into me. I tried to breathe it away so we might have time for him to whip or flog me some more, but once an omega’s heat wave started, it ran the show.
“Please, please,” I panted as a fresh fountain of slick started to leak from me. “Fuck me. Hurt me. Force me. I need…I need….”
“I know, sweetheart,” my prince said, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.
I struggled a little, but my heart wasn’t really in the scene anymore. I didn’t know what I wanted, only what I deserved, and it wasn’t this…this tenderness.
There was more to it than that, though. As my prince set me down on my back on the bed then spread his large, heavy body over me, my soul practically sang. Everything felt so right, from his weight above me to the way he nudged my legs open so he could fit himself between them. His every touch as he stroked my heat-inflamed body felt like sunshine, and when he kissed me—not brutally, not to punish me—I swear, I felt my heart expand beyond the constraints of my body.
He was an amazing kisser, and I drank that subtle praise in like it was nectar. He definitely had control of the kiss, and it was encompassing and delicious. I wanted that affection so badly that I threw my arms around him and dug my fingertips into the firm muscle of his back like I would never let go.
“Precious omega,” he breathed against my cheek as he adjusted himself to push deeply into my heat-desperate body.
The sound of pleasure he made actually made me come. The whisper of his breath against my ear would have made me come anyhow at that point, I was so wrapped up in the moment.
“Good boy,” he groaned, pushing deeper and deeper with every thrust. “You’re so, so good.”
I wasn’t. I was trash. I’d never been able to make a relationship work, I got my jollies from being beaten and force-fucked, and I had made a stupid mistake that could have cost hundreds of people their lives.
But as my prince’s body invaded mine, as his alpha scent surrounded me and his mouth captured mine again in a searing kiss, I felt beautiful and light again. I wasn’t a failure, I was his, his boy, his lover.
Hard on the heels of those thoughts, and without any forewarning, the head of his cock pushed right through the tight resistance of my womb. It took me completely by surprise, and I cried out loud enough to hurt my lungs as the breeding orgasm started.
Omegas only rarely had breeding orgasms. I’d only had a handful before with my previous boyfriend, nearly ten years ago. They only happened when an alpha and omega were deeply compatible. They didn’t always lead to conception, so the name wasn’t entirely accurate, but often they did.
There was no way to describe a breeding orgasm. It was like a supernova in the core of your being that flooded you with indescribable pleasure. I felt like I was on fire with pure, white flames of love and affection. I could tell my prince felt it, too, as his breathing turned ragged and vocal and his thrusts became merciless. His knot had flared the instant his cockhead breached my womb, and instinct had taken over for both of us.
My prince jerked frantically, jostling my body and causing even more mind-bending pleasure with the friction and movement. It felt like gallons of his seed were filling me, distending my stomach and making me scream and cry with joy.
And then came the moment when all of my control snapped and I let go and gave everything to him entirely. I went from being tense and brittle to completely liquid in surrender. I was nothing but a vessel for his seed and an instrument for his pleasure, and it felt like the stars had aligned and everything would be alright. It was one hundred percent pure bliss.
And it was over far too soon.
My prince groaned in satisfaction as our orgasms began to subside. I could feel his contentment and how pleased he was with me as he rolled to his back, taking me with him until I was spread on top of him, still skewered on his massive cock, his knot locking us together.
“Wow,” he gasped, panting. “I’ve had my fair share of breeding orgasms, but that was just…wow!”
For all of three seconds, I smiled and my omega soared with happiness. I’d pleased my alpha and made him happy.
Then I crashed.
Hard.
“No,” I sobbed, hiding my face against his chest as all energy left me. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve to feel this good.”
I dissolved into tears, unable to finish my thought. I was miserable, utterly wretched, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
“Hey, hey,” my prince said in a soothing voice, stroking my back. “It’s okay. You’re alright. I’m going to take care of you.”
“No!” I struggled, but there was no way I could get away from him while we were knotted. “You can’t. I don’t deserve?—”
“Shh….” He pressed a warm finger to my lips, silencing my protests. “I know, baby,” he said, shifting us to our sides and settling me comfortably against him. “I know.”
“No, you don’t,” I wailed.
It helped nothing that his constant, tender caressing threw me into more than a few aftershock orgasms. It felt so wrong for my body and soul to be shuddering with pleasure and contentment while my mind still felt sick and desolate.
“Whatever it is,” my prince said, softly kissing my forehead, “it’ll be okay. I swear it will.”
I shook my head, struggling again, but the futility of it all was too much.
“You don’t know who I am,” I said. “You don’t know what I’ve done.”
He caught his breath, and for a moment, I felt the line.
Right before he crossed it.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice serious, like he wasn’t playing a character at all anymore, he was just…him. “What happened?”
I gulped. Rule number one of the Dark Fantasies Club was that you left your everyday, vanilla life behind you. Discussing who you were in your daily life was off-limits.
But I needed him to know I wasn’t the good boy he thought I was.
“I nearly caused hundreds of people to die,” I sobbed, giving up.
“How?” he asked, calmly stroking my arm and my side. When I didn’t answer, he repeated, “Darby, how?”
His use of my name had me catching my breath and glancing up at him. I hadn’t been aware that our names had been given to the alphas chosen to win us at the auction. It wasn’t really a secret. I used my real name on the app when I played. But that tiny rip in the fantasy was all I needed to tear it all open.
“I work as an air traffic controller,” I said, tears streaming down my messy face. “It’s a high-stress job and one omegas used to be banned from. I fought to get that job. I worked so hard to prove myself.”
“I’m sure you’re very good at it,” my prince said, his voice so calm and exuding so much authority.
I shook my head, focusing on the sensation of his cock still buried deep within me as a reminder that I was nothing, I was a vessel, a tool.
“I used to be good at it,” I said. “I used to love the adrenaline and the excitement of organizing and directing all those planes, in the air and on the ground. It’s all about split-second analysis, prioritizing flights, and responding to unpredictable factors. There’s a schedule, but flights don’t always arrive or leave when they’re supposed to. Every minute brings something new and important.”
“I’m sure it takes a clever person with a good head on their shoulders,” my prince said, cuddling me a little closer.
That show of kindness pushed me over the edge again, and I wept, “I cracked.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, so sympathetic it made my tears flow harder.
It was almost like we were a real couple and I’d come home from a bad day in the tower to the comfort of his unconditional love.
“It was raining. A lot of flights were delayed or otherwise off-schedule,” I told him. “And for some reason, the other controllers working that day were all alphas. Those guys hate that I was appointed supervisor above them. They were seething with resentment, which meant I had to handle everything. They wanted me to fail, and I did.”
“Whoa, whoa,” my prince said, his soothing touch stopping for a moment. “You’re part of a team, and your team members weren’t doing their part?”
I grimaced. “I was the supervisor on duty. It was my job to keep order.”
“And it’s a team’s job to play as a team,” he said.
I shook my head. “Everything around me was crazy, and then I slipped. I sent a landing flight to the wrong runway, nearly causing a collision with another plane waiting to take off. If the pilot of the plane on the tarmac had been thirty feet to the left, the planes would have impacted and hundreds of people would have died.”
“But they didn’t collide,” my prince said, rubbing my sore back again as his knot started to go down. “Both planes continued on safely, right?”
“Yes,” I admitted, pinching my face. “But I snapped. I pushed back from my desk, threw off my headset, and just sobbed and sobbed. I had a complete meltdown. The regional supervisor had to come in and scrape me off the ceiling.”
“Did your team members finally pick up the slack and do their jobs?” my prince asked. “The jobs they should have done to begin with?”
“Yes, but I was the team leader,” I cried. “I was reprimanded and put on mental health leave.”
Saying that aloud was withering. I’d fought so hard for that job, and I’d screwed it up. I still didn’t know if they’d let me back in the control tower after cracking the way I had. I was probably doomed to a desk job at the FAA for the rest of my life.
“And you came here today because you wanted someone to punish you for your failures,” my prince said, sounding like he’d just connected the dots.
My body jerked in surprise over how exactly he’d read my thoughts. “Yes,” I said, overly emotional, like it was a total relief he’d finally got it. Maybe now he would give me the pain I deserved instead of all this punishing softness and understanding.