Chapter Fifteen #2
"You will live here. You will have your own bedroom, and we will give you your privacy as you require.
We will provide whatever you need. You will stay here every night unless you have permission from one of us to stay somewhere else, in which case you will tell us the purpose and the address and names of the people you will be staying with. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," she squeaks, not wanting to give him a reason to spank her ass again. He eases another few inches inside of her and begins to stroke her with it in slow, lazy pulls now.
"Good. If you wish to go somewhere, you will tell one of us where you will be and when we can expect your return. If required, we will provide transportation. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she moans. The stretch of him was making her see stars. She was dripping wet, and the smooth rolling of his hips was hitting her in the exact right places.
"You will quit your job at the bar. You will be offered another job at Sterling, Butler, and Front with us. It will have benefits, and we will take care of your work visa. You will accept this position without argument. Is that understood?"
As he says that, he shoves the rest of his length inside of her until he bottoms out, and she nearly shrieks at the feeling of being filled so suddenly after the shock of his words. They were going to rehire her? And take care of her visa?
"But I—" She doesn't know what to say, and apparently that's the wrong thing.
He pulls out nearly all the way to the tip and then slams the full length of himself back inside of her, his hands tight enough to bruise on her hips, the sensitive stinging flesh of her buttocks screaming in pain at the abuse as his pants rub against it.
"I said," he snarls, "is that understood?"
"Y-yes, sir," she says quickly, her whole body still shaking with the force of his thrust.
"We will have full control over your safety.
I will not allow you to put yourself in harm's way again," he says, and then he starts fucking her with such a punishing rhythm that she cannot even respond.
"If we think something is too dangerous, you will listen to us. You are ours to protect, Charlotte."
His thrusts are barely controlled, pounding into her with all his raw strength. She wails at the intensity of it, and she can feel her orgasm building, even despite the searing stretch of him battering her sensitive walls.
"If you come, I will spank this ass twenty times," he snarls.
"I want you to learn this lesson and learn it well.
I do not like to repeat myself. You are our omega, and I take care of what's ours.
If you keep important information from me again, I will ensure you do not sit for a week. Have I made myself clear?"
He punctuates each word of the last question with a thrust, his cock angling down to hit the swollen front of her sex with punishing, precisely delivered strikes.
"Yes, sir," she wailed. "P-please, I can't—"
"You can," he snarls. His hips begin to stutter, his thrusts getting shallower and shallower until he groans out a desperate sound and she feels him filling her centre with hot waves of his cum.
She can feel every inch of him as he drags his softening cock in and out of her pussy, as if using her body to tease every last bit of cum out of his balls.
He holds his knot outside of her, and she nearly thanks him for it, because she knows that if he gives her that, she would not be able to stop herself from her release.
And yet, as it is, she nearly cries at the emptiness now that she's known the bliss of having him knot her and fill her out so completely.
She is shivering, her pussy desperately clenching at him, as if begging for more stimulation so she can reach her own release, but he denies her.
She can feel him gripping his knot, can feel every light pulse as he spills the last few drops before carefully slipping himself out of her along with the flood of his cum.
She cannot restrain the pained whine from escaping her throat, and she feels large gentle hands on her hips turning her over. She whines again as the sore flesh of her bottom drags across the sheets.
She looks up to see Silas' warm brown eyes gazing down at her, his eyes searching over her face as if looking for something.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"Yes, daddy."
He smiles at that, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
"Do you want daddy's cock, baby?"
She can see he's hard through the outline of the bulge in his pants, but he hasn't taken it out. He's offering her the choice, seeing whether she wants to continue her punishment or if she's ready for it to be over.
She bites her lip and nods at him, her eyes pleading. "Yes, please, daddy," she whispers the last word, a blush filling her cheeks as she says it.
"Even if you can't come?"
She moans a desperate sound. "Please," she begs again. She needed more. Anything more. Even if she felt as if she might come the moment he slid inside her, even if she knew he would deny her.
"That's daddy's good girl," he praises. Like Tomas, he doesn't get undressed, merely takes his cock out of his pants and fists it. The vulnerability she feels when she is nude and they are dressed only makes more slick drip out of her centre, although she doesn't know why she likes it so much.
She feels the tip of him at her opening, and he pushes inside of her in one smooth thrust. The sensitive flesh at her entrance, that was just so recently ruthlessly stretched around Tomas' length, aches a little. But it is quickly ignored when he fully seats himself inside of her.
She nearly comes then, her body convulsing around him.
She can feel herself right on the edge, as if any movement from him will send her over it.
He seems to feel it too, because he holds himself very still, even as her muscles clamp down around him, desperately seeking the stimulation that will give her the release she needs.
"Be careful, baby. Daddy doesn't want to have to punish you again if you come without permission," he warns. His voice is soft but serious. She knows that he will punish her too, and the thought nearly breaks her. She wanted to be theirs. Their good girl, just like they always said.
She's past the point of words. All she can do is whine desperately, begging him with her body. She doesn't know how she can control it, her body needing her release, the pressure building behind her pelvis with every movement.
When he begins thrusting gently, she meets his hip with hers, mindless with need.
"After your punishment is over, daddy is going to take care of you," he soothes. "Let daddy use your little pussy now, and later I'll let you come on my tongue. How does that sound?"
She nods her head frantically, spreading her legs further for him.
He chuckles a low masculine sound, looking down at what she's offered to him. She cannot bring herself to feel shame or embarrassment now, acting purely on impulse and straining her neck to the side to bare it to him for his bite.
His cock feels perfect, touching every sensitive spot inside of her, his knot bumping against her entrance with every thrust. She goes relaxed and compliant for it, and she can hear herself begging under her breath in a desperate voice.
Please please please please please. Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy.
He is thrusting too slowly and gently for her to get the stimulation she needs, and she can feel tears of frustration building behind her eyes. He withdraws until only the tip is left inside of her, and with a start she realizes he's jerking himself off with his fist just outside her body.
He has no trouble finding his release quickly enough though, and he is soon spilling inside of her with a groan, thrusting the full length of him back into her and gripping his knot outside of her.
As soon as his release slows, he withdraws himself quickly, not wanting to torment her further with his denial.
He gathers her into his arms immediately, hushing her and drying her tears with his hand. "You were such a good girl, Charlotte. You took your punishment so well. Let us take care of you now."