Chapter 22 #2
The nightmares are a little less frequent, which means cock suckling seems to be helping.
Silas spreads Alisa’s lower lips and allows the fan above us to tease her. Her tiny sound of unhappiness is buried deep as she shoves her face into my thigh. The scent of her slick is more prevalent as her pussy clenches on nothing and pushes it out of her.
“I fucking love you,” he breathes. I don’t think Alisa hears him, but he doesn’t seem too worried about it as his fingers glide over her slick core. “These perfect, puffy lips would look so pretty spread wide with a knot. Let’s see how this goes first. We’re going to start now, baby.”
Laying her cheek on my thigh, she nods, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Ooh. Someone is feeling feisty because I complimented her pussy, huh?”
Alisa’s light giggle changes to a gasp as Silas spanks her pussy.
“Oh!”
“Color?”
“Green,” she moans.
“There’s my girl.”
His palm rises and falls over her left ass cheek and she wiggles as the plug teases her. He’s not going easy on her, and I can see the redness he leaves behind. The rise and fall of his hand over her ass gets harder and harder, changing position to keep her from going numb.
“Daddy! Ahh! Fuck!” she screams.
His hand stills as he hears the panic in her voice and then he begins to rub her clit.
“Have anything else to say to me?” he asks, sinking his fingers into her cunt.
“No. Ahh. More, Daddy. Give me what I need.”
“I will. It’ll be when I want to give it to you, though. Mmm. My needy little omega. Look at you, writhing and pushing back into my finger fucking as if I’m going to let you come.”
“No. No, I can’t help it,” she whines. “Please don’t punish me, Daddy.”
Her plug is bigger than mine, and it is stretching her ass in a way I don’t know if mine will. Every spank has to be driving her insane. I’m not sure how she’s able to hold back from coming.
“Daddy…”
“What, sweet girl?” His coo is almost innocent sounding as he pulls his fingers out, dripping with her slick and offers them to me. Alisa’s chin dips back to watch as I suck them clean, and while tears glitter on her lashes and her cheeks are wet, she shows no signs of wanting to stop.
Silas gags me with his fingers, and I know Alisa can feel my cock’s excitement underneath her head.
“I love being your pretty little slut.”
My eyes roll back at her words, and my cock begins to weep. Fuck me. This is what she tells me on her video calls, but nothing beats hearing it in person.
“Fuck yeah you do,” Silas breathes, removing his wet fingers from my mouth.
He ghosts his hand down her body, pulling whimpers from her lips as he pinches her nipples.
“Daddy’s here,” he reassures her as she shudders. “Can you count while sucking Troy’s cock?”
“You started early,” Lyle says from the doorway, dumping his keys and briefcase on the ground as he watches us. “Your ass is getting very rosy, Alisa. If you’re good for Daddy, maybe I’ll fuck the tip of my cock inside your tight little hole.”
A deep blush crawls over her skin, and the scent of orange blossoms gets even stronger.
“I want your bite too,” Alisa says boldly.
Lyle’s knees buckle and he crawls toward us as he goes with it. Seeing this self assured alpha easily crawl for her is so damn sexy.
“Then you’ll get it,” he growls, kissing her despite her awkward position. “Now, Silas asked you to count, baby. I want to hear how pretty your voice sounds while you’re choking on Troy’s cock.”
“Jesus,” I whisper.
“Don’t come,” he adds for my benefit.
Standing, he grabs himself a whiskey and drags a chair in front of us. His legs splay wide with his cock on full display underneath his pants.
“I don’t know how anyone is able to focus in court,” Silas grunts, voicing what I’m thinking.
I pull down my pants and kick them off, allowing Alisa access to my cock.
“Mine,” she says, licking around the piercing as my toes sink into the plush area rug underneath my feet.
“Yours,” I promise. I finally have a place in a pack that deserves me, and I fucking love it.
Silas plays with Alisa’s plug until she’s squealing loudly, and she’s braced on her toes.
“I think you’ll be able to size up soon,” he decides. “You too, Troy. Open your legs nice and wide to show off your plug to Lyle.”
“You’re in the business of torturing everyone today. Good to know,” Lyle drawls. “The daddy vibes are strong with this one today. Oh. Fuck yes. Carry on, I am really going to enjoy the view.”
“Brat,” Silas mutters. “Of course I know what I’m doing. Make it look good for Lyle, Little Fighter. I want his dick leaking by the time he finally gets to fuck your tight ass. Ten spanks, baby.”
“These are the only tears I ever want to see,” Lyle purrs, sipping his drink slowly.
Alisa begins to suck on the crown of my cock, her tongue flicking my piercing to make me groan.
Silas massages her body until her eyes are unfocused, her slick is coating her thighs, and she’s whimpering with need. Her pupils are blown out with need, and I bow down to the efficacy of Silas’ ways.
Alisa is putty in his hands.
I lose myself in her mouth as her cheeks hollow out and she pushes her way down my shaft. My hands gather her hair until I can wrap it around my fist, slowly moving her where I want as my breathing becomes uneven.
We’re both surprised when Silas’ hand smacks her ass and it bounces with the force of it. Her scream is real and loud as fuck she’s pushed further down my cock.
“Won,” she says, the word muffled by the girth of my dick. My lips curve wickedly as the word vibrates down to my knot.
Yes, I do believe we’re all winning today.
“You’re an evil genius.”
“I’d bow, but I’m a little busy,” Daddy says smugly.
The next smack hits her underneath the swell of her ass, and her head begins to bob up and down as she moans her next number. Silas’ hand squeezes and rubs the sting into her skin, and our omega whimpers softly.
“Let’s keep going, baby. Color?”
Pulling off my cock, she says, “Green, Daddy.”
“That’s the last time I’ll ask while spanking your juicy ass and pussy, Little Fighter. Use your words if you need me to stop.”
“You suck cock like it’s a fucking art form,” Lyle groans, pulling his cock out, enjoying the show as Alisa continues to give me a special throat hug.
Silas’ handprint appears several more times over her skin, and tears flow a little faster down her cheeks and her thighs. Lyle looks sinfully gorgeous as he holds his drink in one hand and lazily strokes his dick with the other.
Some images will always live rent free in my mind, and this is definitely one of them.
Alisa winks at him when Silas gives her a small break to work on her tightening muscles.
He enjoys lulling her into a false sense of security, but it also helps Alisa last longer.
Ten spanks is a lot in my opinion for her.
Alisa curls over Silas’ lap as he slaps her ass again, taking up the mantle as her attitude adjustment task master. We’re currently at six spanks where she counts, and I’m close to spilling down her throat. The door opens and slams shut and Lyle stills before he relaxes.
“It’s Easton. I’m glad he’s home in time to see how red her ass is.”
“Better get ready, sweetheart,” Silas drawls, his fingers lazily pumping in and out of Alisa’s cunt, ignoring the way she squirms with need. “He’s been fucking my face to the thought of watching me spank your puffy pussy lips. He’s gonna want you to be sore before I let you have my cock.”
“Fuck,” Lyle groans, his hips shoving up into his fist. “Easton won’t be happy until your pussy begs to be fucked, Alisa.”
She whines as she gushes around Silas’ patient, unhurried thrusts, and East smirks as he steps into the room.