Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
LILA
Oh my god, my brain replays on a loop. I found his berries.
It’s all I can think about as I touch him, caressing him, groaning as they clench up, tightening all the more.
His scimitar stands out proud, like a mighty stick, an oak branch even as I cup him before running my nails over his prickly skin.
He shaves. That much is certain, and I’m wholeheartedly grateful.
Because all I want to do right now is bury my face where his balls meet his firehose so I can breathe in his musky masculine scent.
It swirls around me like a spice in the air, but dear god, I just want to motorboat his balls.
Such an insane thought, but here we are.
With punctuated grunts, his hands pound up and down his Johnson as he strokes himself, waxing the dolphin with such ferocity, I worry he’s going to break the damn thing off. Then where will I be?
With another hard stroke, his balls clench so hard they nearly disappear into his body. He wrenches away and angles his fat head toward that damnable dish. Why can’t he just let me have one full taste of him?
The small bits I cleaned off with my tongue only made me hunger for him more. Now that I’ve had a wad appetizer, I want the whole damn dish. It seems as though he doesn’t agree.
Instead, he makes me clean him up again, moaning as my tongue darts out to lap at his soft, ruddy tip. The taste of him is addictive. It’s like strong, bitter coffee, but with a hint of charred caramel. Honestly, I’ve had worse. Not much better, but definitely worse.
I lay there on the bench, my chest heaving as I gasp for air. Need slithers through my belly, making it clench as I look down and see the white goodness in the bowl. What is he waiting for?
Without another word, the man circles me again, going back to where my thighs lay spread out for him to do whatever he wants. From this position, I can’t see him, but dear god, I can feel him. His fingers tease me, coaxing me to open for him before he slides them inside.
My inner walls clench, gripping his digits like they were a wiener, but it’s not enough. With the way I’m dripping, I need something much larger to fill me up. A finger or two isn’t going to cut it.
They glide against the plug deep in my ass, stirring my arousal as the heavy metal moves with him, stretching out my bottom hole as a slight sting sizzles around my tight ring.
I’m pretty sure I’m an anal slut. It gets me hotter than fireworks on the Fourth of July and makes me crave a hot dog really badly.
Maybe, if I’m lucky, he’ll fill me even more until I’m double stuffed and finally fucking full.
But still, he torments me, sliding in with shallow thrusts. It’s enough to keep my arousal simmering but does nothing to do with the ache pulsing through me. It’s because I hissed. Isn’t it? Dammit. Why did my brain tell me to brat that way?
When he pulls out, I groan and stretch backward as much as the restraints will allow, silently begging him to stuff me, to make me like his cream-filled donut, an eclair, a cream horn. Something. Anything.
I want his brogurt dripping from me like a thin glaze. I want it coating my insides like intimate graffiti only he can draw. Damn. I’m not in heat. Not even close. I have the suppressants to thank for that. Why do I want it so badly?
Then again, when’s the last time I actually got laid?
Got my back blown out? Had someone crack me like daddy’s sexy little glow stick?
Too long, obviously, if all I can think about was becoming his little stuffed crust pizza, extra on the stuffing.
Hell, forget being a cat. I want to be a turkey.
His little Thanksgiving turkey with my guts a mess and his bonk juice stuffing me until I can’t take anymore.
Most of all, I just want to come. If he can take the edge off, if he can just see it through and stop this ache, I think I’ll be fine. As it is, my body nearly hums with desperation as he leaves me and comes back to the front.
This time, no massive boner greets me. He’s still clothed, pants zipped up and shirt tucked in like a prim, proper gentleman. Only, the way he grabs my hair and pulls my head up so my gaze can meet his, is anything but proper.
“Want to hiss at me again, little hellion?” he murmurs as he trails his fingers over my lips. “Or are you ready to be a good little kitty for me?”
“Meow!”
The frantic sound rips from my throat as I nod. Maybe if I show my contrition, he’ll give me the relief I need.
“That’s my good little stray. I’m going to undo your restraints so you can finally eat.”
Oh, thank God. Finally, I’ll get to feel him come down my throat, to taste his musky seed as it fills my mouth and belly.
He works quickly with the bindings before helping me off and motioning me to get down on the floor. I obey without hesitation, too horny to do otherwise. I open my mouth to take in his pocket rocket, but nothing happens.
Finally, I crack open an eye and look in front of me, only to see a dish of congealed daddy goop in front of my face. He can’t possibly want me to eat his baby gravy cold. That’s not how this is supposed to work!
“Face down, ass up, stray. I want you to lick your dinner clean as I tease you.”
My tummy grumbles as I watch him place the bowl down in front of me, disappointment clenching my insides as I slide my front half onto the floor. As I poke the bowl, his jizz jiggles, looking like unholy wobbly, bright-colored bits of gelatin.
“If you don’t eat it,” he growls in my ear, “then you won’t get to get off tonight.”
That’s all the motivation I need.
Putting my face into the bowl, I inhale his scent mixed with the tang of his man chowder as it clings to the metal surface.
I should find this form of humiliation too much, but my pussy says otherwise.
As I reach out my tongue for a tentative lick, I hear the sound of his zipper coming down once more.
Finally. I’ll be his little twinkie.
“Eat, stray,” he grumbles. “I won’t start until you eat.”
My body quivers as I lap at the coagulated mess. What’s worse? My pride? Or the need to have him stuff me with his man cigar?
As I move my face around, drawing his gruel into my mouth, he tugs on the tail, bringing the swell of the plug to my puckered entrance once more. Groaning, I push my face in, not caring that his cold man cream smears across my nose and lips.
As before, he teases me, grinding the plug in and out before finally pulling it free with a nearly audible pop.
“I’m not going to fully fuck you here. I don’t know just how much your asshole can stretch. But know this, I will be depositing a load before I let you back up.”
With that, he pushes his summit against the tight rim of my bottom hole and stays there for a moment. From the jiggling I feel behind me, I can tell he’s jerking off again.
“You there,” he calls out to another patron. “How much of my nobslurry is still left in the bowl?”
The man hunches down until his bits and bobbles wag in my face. Great, now he’s getting others involved. Heat flushes over my cheeks as I feel the press of people coming around us.
“Nearly a whole load or two.”
“Watch her. Make sure she doesn’t stop eating until she’s done.”
“With pleasure.”
The man starts to stroke himself to my degradation, causing me to clench with need.
“Seems like my little stray likes an audience. Hmmm? You like people seeing how I humiliate you, how I mold you into a perfectly docile kitten. Even now, your arousal splatters on the floor every time I pull your clothes to the side. Now keep eating for me. That’s my good little stray.
Fill your belly with my erectoplasm. Let them see just how well you can obey me. ”
He’s only doing this because he’s seen my list. He knows just how much humiliation and praise turn me on. It’s not like he actually wants me past tonight. I can’t let myself get reality confused with the erotic fantasy he weaves around me, the unspoken what-if's that linger in the air.
How many omegas have gone feral because they couldn’t tell the difference? Couldn’t be me. Could not be me. I can’t let my mind fracture because an Alpha actually uses me like I want him to.
Taking in a deep breath, I pull some of his cold skeet into my mouth. It’s far more bitter, but definitely palatable. As I go in for some more, he forces his thick business end inside my back hole, breaching me open as he pushes in a bit more.
“So fucking tight,” he groans as the vibrations pick up again. “Touch yourself. I want you to get off with the tip of my mighty rod in your ass and my penis colada in your mouth.”
Without giving him time to change his mind, I slip my hand under me and ease it to my clit. It’s so hard and sensitive as I rub it through the fabric, moaning and bucking as I continue to lick and slurp his population paste.
“That’s my good stray,” he moans as his tip swells even tighter.
I pick up my pace, polishing my pearl with hard strokes. My pussy clenches on nothing, empty as I strain toward completion. I rock back and forth as he reaches down between us and slides a finger or two inside.
Finally, something I can clench on.
It’s not nearly as full as I’d like, but it’s enough to ramp up my arousal until it tickles my insides like butterflies flapping about.
Nearly all the spew is gone as I pleasure myself, desperate, horny, and oh so very wet, so distracted by what he’s doing that I don’t even realize how much I’ve gobbled up.
The others around me don’t seem to notice either. They’re in their own worlds, getting off to my humiliation. Wrenching my hand away from my pussy, I finish what’s left in the bowl and lick it as clean as possible before shoving it beside me so the stranger can see.
“Such a good fucking stray,” he groans as he pulls out and flips me over.
Before I have a chance to mourn the loss of his sexcaliber, he slides it in again, deeper this time until my puckered ring screams out as he stretches me wide. But it’s still not even half of him, probably not even a fourth.
His hand continues to glide up and down, only stopping to gather my slick and use it as his own personal lubricant. From this angle, I feel every pulse, every swell of his dick as he jerks his hand up and down.
Reaching forward, I touch myself again, nearly screaming out as my orgasm hovers so fucking close. The Alpha slides in a few fingers and pumps in and out, locking eyes on me as he pleasures me.
“Come for me, stray,” he demands.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as my orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless. Punctuated gasps flit from my lips with every hard stroke as he continues to ram his fingers into me, keeping the sensations rolling through until I have nothing left to give.
Wrung out, I lie there panting as he turns his attention back to his cobra.
He strokes it a few more times before he bellows out his own release.
Hot thick ropes of his spendings sear me from the inside out as he uses my back door as his perfect receptacle.
As much as I try not to, I can’t help but feel a bit fulfilled as he continues to grunt and deposits load after load into my backside.
When he finally pulls out, he grabs the tail and shoves it back in, locking all that cummy goodness inside me where it won’t drip out. He watches me as he wipes himself off and puts his floppy away, zipping it from view.
“I don’t think one time will be enough. What about you?”
Unable to speak, I merely nod as he pulls out a wallet and riffles through it.
“Such a good little stray for me,” he murmurs as he drops a business card on my chest. “If you want to become my little kitten instead, be here at eight am sharp. I’ll be waiting. And I don’t tolerate tardiness.”
He strides away before I can even say anything, leaving me on the floor to reorient my thoughts. His kitten? As in forever? But that’s ridiculous. Anyone who comes here knows it’s only for the night.
You come, fuck your brains out, then go home. That’s how it works. Only, as I turn the card over, my stomach plummets.
Damien Voss… my boss. At least, he was for today. Do I dare take him up on his offer?