4. Obedient #2
He grabbed Valentino’s hips and pulled on his ass as he plunged forward. His dick tingled from root to tip, the heavenly friction just right, and his cockhead was rewarded by the most loving kisses every time he dove in deep to nudge the omega’s womb.
Valentino’s hole began clenching and rippling, the mouth to his womb pulsated, and he wailed, grappling at the edge of the desk.
“Can’t help it! Forgive me! Forgive me!”
On a scream, Valentino climaxed.
Oswald snarled. He ripped his dick out of the clenching channel and swung his arm.
Slap.
He spanked Valentino’s pert ass in quick succession, hard enough to make his ass cheeks jiggle.
“You horny slut!” he roared.
“Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!”
Except the greedy incubus kept coming. His loosened asshole twitched, the ring of muscle widening into an O, and squirts of slick sprayed out, dousing Oswald’s hand as he kept raining the spanks all over Valentino’s ass.
“Yesss! Oh yes… Aaah!”
Valentino sounded euphoric, damn him.
Then something in Oswald’s mind clicked into place. His own thoughts suddenly made sense in a different way.
Incubus.
That was the name.
A damned incubus.
A surge of fresh energy fueled his muscles as he grabbed Valentino’s arms, twisting them behind the omega’s back. Holding those deceptively frail wrists with one hand, he pushed his cock back in.
He chased his own pleasure. Nothing else mattered. He deserved pleasure. He’d earned it.
This demon had nearly sucked the life out of him.
But now… Now he seemed to be giving it back.
Pumping his hips like a machine, Oswald brought himself closer and closer to the peak.
Valentino gasped for breath, his inner muscles squeezing Oswald’s cock deliciously. Watching his girth sliding in and out, Oswald let the joy consume him. He came hard, fantasies mingling with reality in his mind until it didn’t matter to him what was real and what wasn’t.
He pulled out, aftershocks still making his cock twitch, and gazed at Valentino’s sullied body. Reddened ass cheeks, smears of slick and cum, stretched rim, swollen, puckered ass lips, and white cream oozing out of the gaping hole…
The contrast between the tiny virginal star and whatever this was made Oswald hum with dark satisfaction.
He delivered one last spank to Valentino’s ass, making him shudder.
Then he took a step back and adjusted his robe, tying the belt around his waist. Valentino lay over his desk like a used rag, legs spread, arms limp by his sides, his cheek on the wood.
The lace top was wrinkled, bunched around his waist. In front of his face, the polished surface was wet with tears and spit.
Valentino’s back lifted with slow breaths.
“You disobeyed me,” Oswald said.
“I’m sorry, Sir Oswald. You gave me so much pleasure I couldn’t control myself. Please, forgive me.”
“You liked me using you like a piece of meat?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You still need to be punished.”
“Yes, Sir Oswald.”
“Get on the floor.”
Valentino slowly pushed himself up on his arms then slid over the edge of the desk. He knelt, facing Oswald, looking down.
“Take that thing off.”
He peeled the black lace off his torso and dropped it onto the carpet next to him.
“On all fours.”
On his hands and knees, Valentino waited.
He looked pretty in that position, naked, ass red from spanking, hole exposed and ready for another fuck whenever. Even humiliated, he seemed content.
“You’ll stay like this. I want you by my side for the rest of the day, bare and on all fours like the primitive animal you are.”
“Yes, Sir Oswald.”
Luckily, Oswald had sent his staff away for the weekend.
Nobody witnessed Valentino crawling through the hallways on his hands and knees, following Oswald everywhere.
When Oswald made pasta for lunch, the demon ate it from a bowl on the floor, using only his mouth.
He picked the pieces up delicately with his lips and chewed, and it took him forever, but he managed to eat the whole portion.
Oswald wiped his mouth with a towelette and gave him water through a straw.
After lunch, Valentino lay curled at Oswald’s feet while Oswald handled a few video calls and online meetings.
Yes, he worked even on Sundays. It was a bad habit, one that was hard to shake.
He liked staying on top of things, and the world didn’t stop turning just because it was a Sunday.
He sneaked in a quick fuck between two calls, taking Valentino where he was on the floor without any preparation.
He just crouched behind the omega and fucked into his hole until he came.
This time, Valentino didn’t climax, and Oswald praised him for it.
“Good. It’s all just for me, remember?”
His empty ass drooling slick and cum onto the floor, Valentino whimpered. “Yes, Sir. Only for you.”
During the last meeting, Oswald was bored out of his mind. He ordered his pet to lick his balls under the table while he listened to stuck-up economists on the other side of the globe drone on about tariffs and regulations.
When he finally clicked his laptop shut after five, he looked between his legs, and a pair of the most beautiful eyes blinked up at him. Valentino had his lips wrapped around his balls and suckled obediently.
Oswald pushed his chair back.
“Stand up.”
After spending the day on all fours, he should have struggled more. But Valentino slowly rose and stood before Oswald in a smooth move worthy of a dancer.
His knees were chafed badly, he had a few bruises on his hips, and his groin was crusty with dried bodily fluids. He licked his chapped lips, gazing at Oswald through half-lidded eyes.
“You’ve been good. Mostly. How should I reward you?”
“I accept any reward or punishment you think is appropriate, Sir Oswald.” He gestured down his body. “Only yours.”
Oswald smiled.
Sometime during the long day, his frustration and anger had ebbed until they’d dissolved entirely.
Valentino might be a demon, an incubus, or whatever name people had given creatures like him throughout time. But he’d proven himself to be an entertaining and extremely pleasing lover.
“Come with me.”
Oswald led him to the bathroom. He washed him in the bathtub, taking his time to pamper and caress the impeccable body, delving his fingers into crevices and tracing curves. He shampooed Valentino’s soft hair, rinsed it carefully, and dried him with a fluffy towel.
Valentino gave him curious glances, seemingly confused.
“What?” Oswald asked. “Something not to your liking?”
“No, Sir Oswald. You’re being very kind to me.”
“Why the frown, then? Would you prefer it if I spanked you again?”
“I love all the ways you touch me, Sir Oswald. Whether you give me pain or pleasure… Everything is a precious gift to me. Thank you.”
It was a game, Oswald knew. But he couldn’t help seeing some truth in the creature’s ageless eyes. He wondered if Valentino had ever had a lover who’d taken care of him.
He brought him to the bedroom and kissed him head to toe.
Valentino writhed on the bed, crying out and begging sweetly, as Oswald gorged himself on his drugging nectar.
He didn’t stop until he made the creature squirt slick, catching the spurts of it on his tongue.
Then he lay between Valentino’s spread legs and slowly made love to him.
“I want to breed you again,” he said.
“Whatever you wish,” Valentino breathed against his lips. “I want nothing more than your seed in my womb, Sir.”
He put his slender hands on Oswald’s ass and hooked his legs around Oswald’s back. The angle changed, and Oswald’s cockhead pressed straight into Valentino’s inner opening. Valentino’s eyes flashed red when the channel opened.
The plush mouth grabbed onto Oswald’s cockhead and sucked on it while the tight ass milked Oswald’s shaft.
Oswald thrust his tongue into Valentino’s mouth and let himself be swept away. Drowning in ecstasy, he released his cum deep into the creature’s core.
Later, he lay in Valentino’s arms, his head on the young omega’s slender chest, a pretty nipple just before his mouth.
He could suck it. Go into a rut. Spend the night knotting into the demon…
But he didn’t want oblivion, however pleasurable.
“Will you come to me again?” he asked. He didn’t sound needy, at least not to his own ears. He simply wanted to know.
“Do you want me to?” Valentino whispered.
“Yes. You’ll come to me and be mine again.”
“When?”
Such a simple question.
“Friday evening. I’ll be home late. I want to find you waiting for me in my bed.”
Slender fingers combed through his hair.
“Who do you want me to be?”
The question made Oswald smile. Was there a menu he could order from? This sweet blond virgin with an asshole that renewed itself overnight wasn’t the only option, was it? How many forms did the demon have?
“Suprise me,” Oswald said.
Valentino hummed. “I can do that.”