Chapter 15
Jason
Noelle is a writhing mass of beauty and longing. I can see the desire in her eyes, feel it in the quiver of her body, taste it on her skin, and smell her arousal as it spices the air. She’s so close to going under. As a matter of fact, so am I.
Though I long to torture her, to drag this out until we’re both panting and sweaty, I find I don’t have to worry nearly as much as I did that first time.
I have eternity to play with her, to show her the delights of pain and pleasure.
We have forever for me to train her as my perfect little pain slut.
First, we have to get through her heat. Once I claim her, once I show her exactly who I am and what I want, she will submit. I feel it in every quiver of her frame when I introduce her to these little bits of pain.
Sliding down her body, I take the knife and drag it down her skin. The sensation alone causes more of her pupils to eat up her eyes. So close. So fucking close. I cut away the offending fabric and bare her pussy to my hungry gaze.
“God, baby,” I groan. “You’re so fucking wet. Such a good little omega to get soaked for your Master. Now then, what lesson have we learned? Tell it to me so sweetly, and I might let you make your nest.”
“I- I’m not allowed to wear plain clothes?”
“Ohh, so close,” I tisk as I spread her lower lips open. “But so very wrong. Try again.”
With her splayed open so vulnerably, I can’t help but torment that puffy little clit, so engorged with her arousal.
I tap at it with my knife, letting her feel the violence I so barely keep leashed inside.
Instead of balking at my actions, more slick soaks the bedding beneath. Kinky little slut indeed.
“Please,” she begs again so prettily I almost debate letting her off easy.
Problem is, I did that once before, and all it did was make her come back here when I ordered her not to. Something else I need to punish her for before she goes fully into heat.
“You can keep begging me all you want. I won’t give in. Not this time. What lesson have you learned?”
Her eyes are wild in her head as she thrashes about. Desperation coats the lines of her body as she bows up. Even now, the scent of her heat grows. I don’t have much time left before I lose her to it.
“I- I’m valuable?” she finally cries out.
“Good. Fucking. Girl,” I praise as I remove the knife and reward her with a swipe of my tongue instead.
She bows up, rocking her hips into my face. Just one taste, and I’m gone. I’m lost in her scent, her heat, the very beauty of her. I spread her open further and devour her like a man about to die of thirst.
Her slick coats my lips and face, filling my nose with that damnable peppermint. Only now, being so close to the source, it’s even stronger, sweeter, and far more potent. I have to resist the call of her body for just a bit longer.
As I wrench my lips away from her delicious pussy, her anguished cry rings out about my ears.
“Oh no, my precious omega. You’ve survived one punishment.
You have one more coming. Then, I’ll bestow as much pleasure on you as your body can take.
And once you’ve had your fill, I’ll force it even more past the breaking point. ”
Slick trickles out of her at my filthy words, filling me with a sense of pride and a whole hell of a lot of lust. Sliding out of the bed, I walk over to the far wall. With a crook of my finger, I motion for her to join me.
The instant she gets out of the bed, I put my hand up to stop her. “Crawl.”
Her eyes widen for a moment, showing me just how blown out her pupils are. “What?”
“You heard me,” I growl, dropping my voice low and seductive. “Crawl to me. I want to see how prettily you obey my commands.”
Without a second thought, she drops to her knees and crawls forward.
Her ass sways with each shift of her knees, drawing my attention to the round orbs.
How I can’t wait to get my hands on them again.
But first, I’ve been craving the feel of her mouth around my cock, and I won’t let myself succumb to the rut until I know what it feels like.
Once she’s in front of me, she looks up with that quiet expectation that I adore in trained submissives. For Noelle, however, it seems to come naturally. She so eagerly wants to please. My heart pounds in my chest as I run my fingers over the crown of her head.
Mine.
The sheer possessiveness fills my body as I clench the golden strands in my hand and anchor her to me. What I would do to her, for her, and with her. It’s as if nothing else matters, nothing but the omega kneeling before me.
“Open your mouth, omega. Open wide. I going to fuck your face, and you’re going to take it. Every fucking stroke. This pretty little mouth, like the rest of you, is mine, so I’m going to use it how I please.”
Though I’m not sure how, her eyes grow even darker. Minute by minute, she falls further under my spell. Keeping my gaze locked with hers, I undo my pants and drop them to the floor.
She follows them with her eyes, only to stop short when she looks back up at my cock. Though it’s already been inside her, I’m sure she’s wondering how I’m going to fit all of it in her mouth. I can see the calculations in her head, and it’s enough to make me chuckle.
“Don’t worry, little omega. I’m not going to force all of it in there. Your teeth would hurt far too much. But I want to see just how much you can take. Show me, omega. Show me just how good you can worship my cock. Do a good job, and I’ll let you build your nest after.”
Leaning forward, she slides a tentative tongue across my plump head to gather a drop of precum from the tip.
Her eyes nearly cross as she tastes me for the first time.
Shudders drip down my spine as she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks.
It’s soft and light at first, but soon turns into a more forceful hunger as she drinks from me.
Fisting her hair once more, I groan, letting the filthy sound fill the room. It’s dark and lurid, everything deep and wanting. God, but she’s a wonder. It’s clear from her tentative actions that she’s not as familiar with this form of pleasure, but it doesn’t stop her from putting her all into it.
I rock my hips back and forth, sawing in and out with gentle movements, just until she gets used to the feel. Once her jaw relaxes a touch, I grip a bit harder and hold her head in place as I surge in. The way her eyes bulge out would be comical if it weren’t so damned erotic.
Tears gather in her eyes as I shove my way to the back of her throat where I hit her gag reflex. Pausing a moment, I give her a second to acclimate before pulling out and barging back in. Over and over, I fuck her face, showing her who owns her with relentless strokes.
Her hands dance about my thighs as she tries in vain to get me to stop. I won’t stop. Not unless I’m actually harming her, which I’m not. Even now, despite the obvious discomfort, the scent of her arousal floods the room and muddles my brain.
So close. So fucking close.
My thrusts falter as her tongue laps along the underside of my shaft. Soon, I’ll have no choice but to pour my seed down her throat. It doesn’t matter to me. Once I’m in the throes of my rut, I’ll pretty much get hard again as soon as I cum. I don’t worry about having a down time.
As I get close to getting off, my knot swells and bumps her lips with each slide into her mouth. Without me even telling her to, she wraps her hands around me and squeezes, doing her best to mimic her pussy as it clamps down.
My vision goes white as pleasure floods my brain and nearly short-circuits all rational thought.
All I can think about is the feeling of her lips around me, the way her throat convulses as she gags around my girth, and the sensation of her tears as they drip down on my thighs. It’s a thing of carnal beauty.
With a loud roar, cum shoots from my cock and down her throat.
Though she sputters a bit, she swallows every drop up like a good omega, drinking from me as if I’m nourishing her very soul with my seed.
Even though this isn’t a claiming bond by any stretch of the imagination, it still feels as if I’m linking my soul with hers through this sensuous act.
Pulling away, I run my finger over her bottom lip and give her a soft smile. “Such a good omega,” I croon as I watch her light up at my praise. I certainly need to make sure I do more of it. It’s clear she hasn’t had enough in her life. “Ready to build your nest for me?”
Her swift nods make me laugh, a full-bodied, rich-throated laugh that feels free and unencumbered. Easy. Just like how I wanted my life to end up.
As she scrambles away, she looks about, a bit lost. And no wonder. It’s not as if we planned this. Sure, the pheromones were going to put her in a heat-like state, but it wasn’t going to actually have all the same needs.
There are no stacks of linens, no nice pillows and soft surfaces. Noelle’s face crumples as she seems to realize it at the same moment I do. Yanking off my shirt, I toss it over to her before gathering my pants.
“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. We’re going to have to make do with what we have. But I know you can make me a nest as pretty as you are. Here.” I give her my pants and underwear before heading over to the bed.
With a strong yank, I rip off the cover and sheets and lay them on the floor where she swiftly arranges them in some fashion I will never understand or know. To her, however, every yank, every pull, every tug has a meaning and purpose.
While she’s busy with all that, I scour the drawers and closets, handing her whatever I can find. Next are the pillows. After that, I even find some towels and set them near her to grab if and when she needs them.
Just watching her act on such primal instincts is enough to get me hard once more. I stroke myself with an idle up and down as the nest takes on a life of its own. I can’t fully explain it, but it’s actually inviting.
A longing I’ve never known before wells up and nearly takes over. All I can think about is filling her and that nest with my cum, taking full ownership of everything. It’s possessive, it’s primordial, it’s the basest of lusts. Pure and simple.
“You’re doing so well, omega,” I groan out as I cup my balls and grip my base. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it. Are you almost done? Tell me you’re almost done. I can’t wait much longer.”
She turns to look at me, a worried expression on her face. Soft whimpers pour from her throat as she goes back with frantic movements. Anxiety shimmers off of her in nearly visible waves as she continues to fiddle about, making it perfect for me.
But what she doesn’t understand is that it’s her that makes it perfect. Nothing else. Honestly, I’d fuck her on the floor and be happy. I don’t need much. Only her. And that’s when it hits me like a ton of bricks. Even if I lost all my money somehow, I’d be rich with her by my side.
“Come, little omega,” I purr, doing my best to set her at ease. “Invite me in. It’s such a pretty nest. I can’t wait to destroy it. Can’t wait to destroy you.”