Chapter 7
Jason
Her eyes widen at my words as her arousal flares from her body like a goddamn beacon.
A lesser Alpha, one not as in control of their desires, would have, no doubt, used her body with no care of her inexperience.
As disappointed as I am that she’s not some mythical omega pulled from my lust-fueled dreams, I can’t deny that the prospect of taking her in hand, teaching her just how much pleasure can be found in pain, a delightful bonus that no amount of money can buy.
“Now tell me, omega, just what did you lie about then? If you’re not a virgin, what part? Or, shall I guess?”
Her face turns beet red as she looks away from me.
Such an adorable reaction that has my cock straining against my pants as precum smears against my lower abdomen.
Seems as if getting off earlier this afternoon did nothing to quell the lusts surging through my body at every innocent twitch of her body.
“Y- you can guess.”
A wicked grin tips my lips as I shake my head and drag her even closer to me. “You really don’t want me to guess. For every bit you don’t say, I’ll just add that to your punishment. Want to rethink that answer?”
For a moment, that bratty defiance shines in her eyes as she glares at me. Such a delightful little thing. So perfect for my defilement.
“The kinky stuff,” she finally spits out, as if the very word is distasteful.
“The kinky stuff?” I repeat? “You will need to be a bit more specific. There was an awful lot on that list. The kinky stuff, as you put it, covered a lot. How am I to know which is true and which isn’t?”
“It doesn’t matter.” A heavy sigh slips from her lips as she slumps forward, almost as if defeated. “You can ask me anything about that list, and the answer will be the same. Haven’t done it. Haven’t tried it. Pretty sure I don’t know what half of it even is.”
Now that’s a bit of truth I didn’t expect to unearth.
It was bad enough thinking she knew exactly what she was getting herself into, yet she pressed forward anyway.
Knowing she didn’t even understand what she signed up for is something far worse and far more dangerous than she can even fathom.
A frustrated growl rips from my throat as I pull her over my lap and tip her face down so that her ass sits high in the air.
“What the fuck are you-” My hand crashes down on her backside, cutting off her protest with a loud shriek. “That hurts, asshole,” she cries out as she wriggles about in a desperate attempt to get off of me.
“That would be the point.” Gritting my teeth, I wrap my free hand around her waist and hoist her back up so she’s pinned against my stomach. “Punishment isn’t supposed to feel good. Unless… well… I suppose we’ll get to that later.”
“Punishment? For saying yes on some dumb list?,” she pants, not understanding the severity of her actions.
“It’s not just a dumb list. By saying yes to things you don’t understand, you’ve opened yourself up to just about any manner of perversion.”
She twists a bit so she can glare up at me. “Like you, you pervert?”
“Yes,” I grin down as lasciviously as I can muster. “Like me. Only difference is, I have enough restraint not to actually harm you.”
“Not harm me?” Her shriek of indignation does nothing but spur me forward. “What do you call what you’re doing now?”
“I’m teaching you a lesson. Trust me. This is tamed compared to what I want to do to you.”
For a moment, she stills and looks back at me again. A light blush pinkens her cheeks as she pulls her lower lip into her mouth to nibble on it.
“What do you want to do to me?”
This time, I let the groan seep from my very soul as I slide my palm over the swell of her ass. She’s just so fucking tempting. The worst part is I know it’s genuine. This isn’t some contrived act to tease me, and that’s what makes it all the more alluring.
Until her, I always thought I wanted a trained submissive, someone who could know and anticipate every depraved need.
Now that I have Miss Hayes in my clutches, I can’t seem to remember why I wanted those things.
She’s a blank canvas for me to defile, and God help me, but I cannot think of anything more erotic than that at the moment.
She’s like my perfect Christmas gift, all wrapped in a bow of innocence.
But I can’t think like that. I can’t let my mind race with hopes and dreams. It’s a rut clinic and not a matchmaking center. Once I’ve fucked her out of my system, that’s it. No calls. No dinners. No quiet giggles as I bring her to orgasm in the most inopportune places.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
That’s all this is supposed to be.
Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts as I spank her again.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
Her soft cries haunt my very soul, seep into my psyche and refuse to let go.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
If I keep saying it, maybe it’ll drown out the truth.
Every bit of movement causes her side to rub against my cock, forcing more precum to well from the tip and smear against me and the fabric.
Can she feel it? Can she feel the sticky mess she’s making?
Better yet, can she smell it? Can she smell the arousal dripping from my body just as much as it is from hers?
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
Fuck. It doesn’t matter that it runs through my head like a refrain.
I haven’t even sent her into a frenzy yet, and I just want to devour her, give her my claiming mark, and chain her to my side.
Abject need, so close to pain I can almost feel it as a sensation, coils around my heart and squeezes until I can barely think, barely breathe.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
That’s what this should be… Why the fuck does she feel like a goddamn need instead of a want I can easily satisfy and move on from?
Reaching down, I smack her other ass cheek, groaning at the feel of the firm, round muscle under my hand. Tight enough to make a nice sound as I strike her, but soft enough, it jiggles with the force I put behind it. Entranced, I smack the other again, just to watch how it moves.
Too many clothes. Too many barriers between us. I need to feel her skin, to see it redden under my ferocious touch.
Easing her off of my lap, I keep ahold of her arm, lest she try to run away from me. “You are entirely too clothed for the remainder of this lesson. Strip for me, and quickly, or you will leave with no pleasure.”
Glancing at the clock, my heart plummets as I note how much time has passed. Not nearly enough is left to ravish her as I wish. Next time, I’ll have to book an extended session. These few hours are not nearly enough for what I have in mind.
Noelle’s fingers tremble as she runs them down the basic top that just barely hugs her curves. I know I could have specified what I wanted her dressed in, but honestly, I didn’t care. Now that I want her naked, however, I wonder at her choice of wardrobe.
“Did they say why they wanted you dressed in that?”
Again, that adorable blush brightens her face. “They didn’t. This is what I showed up in. I thought they were going to dress me something fancy, but they didn’t. Apparently you have to request that feature.”
Her gaze drops a bit, but not before I see the humiliation in the depths of those gorgeous eyes of hers. Though I’m a fan of degradation, this isn’t how I want it accomplished. Seeing as she’s without funds right now, I wonder if this is the prettiest thing she currently owns.
A pang of guilt squeezes my heart. If only I’d given her money.
If only I’d figured out a way to take care of her while still keeping my job.
Granted, fucking her at the rut clinic certainly satisfies both of those things, and legally, too.
Besides, I’ve had enough clients pass through my office that offer these types of services to know just how much they make.
She wouldn’t even have to work here that often.
Maybe working one week a month and she’d be set.
Not that I’ve scoured her financials like a damned stalker to see where she can cut back.
She really doesn’t spend all that much, and the few things that aren’t obviously for her brother are little luxuries she probably deserves.
A sharp pang of jealousy rears up its ugly head as I picture her servicing other Alphas after tonight. But then, it’s not like I have a claim on her. I can’t let myself get attached. Just fuck her and be done with it.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
After a few breaths pass between her lips, she dares to look up at me again. This time, her eyes are wet with unshed tears. How it tears at my heart. Why can’t I make her mine again?
It doesn’t matter that I don’t really know her. I could get to know her. I could say I claimed her by accident in the middle of a real rut and not this false lack of inhibitions the pheromones will give us. But that’s not the answer either. Deep down, I know it’s not.
“They did my nails, though.” With a watery grin, she shows me the basic, but lovely manicure. “My toes too. Sorry, my clothes aren’t pretty enough. I- I’ve never done this before.”
Rising from the bed, I capture her chin in my grasp and force her gaze to mine. “Do not apologize. I’m the one who should be demanding your forgiveness.”
Before she can ask why, I reach between us and gather the flimsy cloth between my fingers and yank. Buttons fly off and scatter about the floor in soft plinks that are deafening to my ears. But it’s all for her own good.
They can’t let her leave naked, and so they’ll have to find her something else, something nice. On my dime, of course. But I’d pay it again and again just to see the look of shock on her face as I rip the shirt from her body.
She stands there, mouth agape, as she does her best to process what I’m doing. Bending down on one knee, I work at her pants. With a few hard tugs, the plain fabric gives way and lies at her feet in tatters.
Tears slide down her cheeks, but she doesn’t make a sound.
She doesn’t have to. My heart hears every fucking syllable of each fucking unspoken word between us.
But truly, my cruel actions serve a dual purpose.
It’s not just so she’ll get some better clothes out of the deal.
I still need to show her exactly what her actions caused.
If it were any other Alpha, they wouldn’t care about her tears. They wouldn’t care that her heart was shattering before them. They would only take, ravage, and drown their own need her body. And honestly, that’s their right.
She’s the one who lied. That lie will make her match with the most horrific of men, the most savage of Alphas. Even now, my gut clenches at the idea of leaving her to them once I’m done. Perhaps after tonight, she’ll leave; she’ll run from this place and never come back.
I’ll make sure to tip well enough that with her payment, she’ll not need to go back for a very long time. I’ll give her the pleasure I promised, but only after rending her very soul from her body. Safely, of course. I’m not a monster, after all. I just need her to think that I am.
“On the bed, omega. It’s about time I show you what an Alpha does to an omega who is careless with their wants and desires, who lies about what they can take, what they can handle. And for what? A payday? Is your life really worth this?”
The tears drip in earnest even as the scent of her arousal floods the room. She doesn’t even know her body is reacting this way. I’m sure of that. Even now, I see the conflict in her gaze as her body trembles in fear and need.
“It’s no use,” I growl. “Sob. Scream if you want. No one will save you. No one will come for you. No one will take away what I’m owed. So cry for me, little omega. Let me see those tears.”