Chapter Five #2
"You look beautiful like this," he says lowly, and then guides her back to his cock. He begins to thrust shallowly in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat perfectly every time, just enough not to make her gag, just enough to send shocks of pleasure to her clit.
She wants to touch herself. Is she allowed to touch herself? Even if Alex and Silas will see? Or is she supposed to be focussing only on him right now?
"Breathe through your nose," he orders. "Don't take your mouth off again."
She obeys, trying to time her breaths with his thrusts, trying not to break her suction or move her head back, just letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure.
"You're doing so well," he grunts, his thrusts becoming faster and more frantic. "I'm going to cum. Are you going to swallow it, Charlotte?"
She doesn't want to take her mouth off of him, so she looks up at him, locking eyes with him and trying to communicate her willingness as she moans around him. She can feel a trail of wet dripping down her inner thigh when he says her name, but she ignores it, focussing on her task.
"Fuck," he says. "Grip my knot," he says harshly, and she wiggles frantically until she has her hands free.
He has to support her head with his hands fully now as she rearranges her own hands to grip him. He has full control over his depth and thrusts, and she doesn't even consider for a moment denying him that power.
"Use both of your little hands. Squeeze tight. Tighter."
His knot is growing, and she squeezes it tighter than she would have thought would be comfortable. One of his hands comes to grip around both of hers, holding her there in a firm grasp, and then he's cumming.
It fills her mouth and she desperately tries to swallow it all, but there is too much.
It feels never ending as it comes in bursts, more than she can handle, and some leaks out the corners of her mouth around him.
She focuses on swallowing, desperately trying to take all of it down her throat so she does not choke or gag.
He's still shallowly thrusting and groaning, but it becomes slower and slower until finally he stops, his cock still hard in her mouth, but no longer pulsing. She swallows one last time.
He gently eases her head back and the sight of the cum dripping down her chin makes him grunt appreciatively. He pulls her up his body and cradles her close, a light purr in his chest making her melt into his chest.
"That was good," he says, his voice sounding spent. "Perfect. You're a natural, little omega."
No one has ever called her an omega as much as he had before. With no scent or omega appeal, who would? Their use of her designation thrills her, and she truly feels like an omega for the first time in her life. Like she is something desired and cherished, something precious.
Silas and Alex come to lay on either side of Tomas, their hands reaching to pet up and down her body in long, soothing strokes. They don't seem to have any care for each other's nudity nor for where their naked bodies touch each other. They're so comfortable together, it makes her relax too.
She doesn't know how long they lay there like that together as she drifts in that blissful liminal space in post coitus.
It's Silas who finally breaks the silence sometime later. "It's late. We should get you home."
The words make her heart sink, and reality comes crashing back around her.
They were sending her home. Of course they were sending her home.
They weren't her alphas. This was the arrangement.
This was what they paid her for, so that they could fuck her and use her and not have to worry about any attachments.
It didn't mean anything. It didn't matter that all she wanted was to lay there with them until morning.
Suddenly Charlotte was awash with the need to curl up in her nest and lick her wounds in safety. But this was paying her tuition. The price of her tuition was three mind-numbing orgasms. She could live with that, couldn't she?
"Of course," she says quickly, straightening herself. She extricates herself from their arms even though it makes her chest aches to stand and put distance between them.
As she makes it to her wobbly feet, she finds herself unable to meet any of their gazes as she hunts around to pick up her discarded clothes from the floor. She quickly covers her nudity with her sweater as she backs away towards the bathroom.
She can't find her bra and her sensitive nipples scrape across the wool of the sweater as she pulls it over her head.
There seems to be a never-ending river of pink semen coming out of her which she tries to wipe away with toilet paper.
Her panties will be ruined. But at least her tuition will be paid.
She can stay in her program. One day, she'll have a job and a nest and maybe even a mate, all because of this arrangement.
She splashes her face with water once more and takes another deep breath, nearly laughing at the full circle she's come to.
When she was in the bathroom here before, she thought she would have to fake pleasure for them.
Now she's trying to temper the omega instincts that are screaming at her to run back to them, to beg them for their bites and knots and build a nest for the three of them to sleep in for the rest of their lives.
That's not what this is about, she scolds herself. They're your sugar daddies. This is an arrangement.
When she comes out again, her face is serene and blank with a careful mask in place. They've gotten dressed too, and they're standing now, looking varying levels of concerned and uncomfortable as they catch sight of her.
"There's a driver waiting," Silas says. "He'll take you home. We'll email you tomorrow."
She nods, wordlessly. Then blushes and averts her eyes as she remembers her instructions again. Use your voice. "Okay, thank you."
He presses an envelope into her hand. She doesn't open it, just continues nodding like a broken bobble-head doll.
Alex isn't smiling or joking now, and Tomas' face is entirely closed off. She'd done something wrong, hadn't she? They'd realized what she was thinking and now they were angry that she couldn't even follow one simple instruction not to get attached?
They lead her down to the front door, and as she walks out, she feels as if a piece of her breaks.
There's a burly beta driver in an expensive black sedan.
She sees a bottle of water in the centre console which she downs after she gives him her address, trying to wash away the taste of them from her mouth.
They were the most delicious things she had ever tasted, the flavour still teasing her tongue and making her heart pang.
"You sure?" he asks when he plugs her address into the GPS.
"I'm sure," she confirms.
"That's not a safe part of town. Does Tomas know that's where you're going?"
She nearly chokes. "Yes, it's safe enough. That's where I live."
Without another word, he begins driving.
She finally opens the envelope. It's a cheque made out for $50,000 payable to Charlotte Hines, signed by Tomas Front. She finally lets the tears fall.