Sixty-two nights after meeting the General #3
Slowly but surely, embarrassment caught up with me.
I did not let it reach me. Instead, I focused on the General.
He was still right there, looking far too self-satisfied.
The twinkle in his eyes, his hand on his own trousers.
He made me lose control, but I could do the same to him.
I could try to make him beg the way I did. Settle the score.
I sat up, and reached for him. Reached for his shirt. His gaze was still burning. He grabbed my waist to steady me.
“Alpha-” I said, a sound that awakened his instincts. Soft and subdued. He honed in on me. My hand touched the front of his trousers.
“Please alpha-” I said. And he growled at me.
I tried to pull down his trousers, but I could not do it.
So far, I was not in control as much as I wanted.
He released his own dick for me. It was huge.
At least twice the size of my own. I let out a whimper.
Not as strong as I would have liked. A little too scared.
But I was determined to win. I grabbed it with both my hands.
My hands were not large enough to cover it, not even close. He chuckled. That angered me.
It did not go as planned. Not at all. When he easily picked me up, and sat me on the floor, right in front of him, I did not know how to react.
I was just there, with that monstrosity in front of me, while he was sitting there on the edge of the bed.
I let out a startled yelp that was not seductive at all.
Not signaling that it was my turn to take the reins.
Him stroking my hair even more so, as he gently pulled me towards him. Towards that- thing.
“Do you want it, omega?” he asked. I went red.
I wanted to yell at him at first. Just to be stubborn.
But it was so hard and red, and I was already so close to touching it.
And the tone of his voice was telling me what to do, and I hated to admit that I wanted to do as he said.
I wanted him to make me feel warm, and embarrassed, and a little humiliated, one more time.
I hated that I wanted that. I let out a sound, unsure.
“Lick it,” he said. I was alarmed by the audacity, but when he pushed it towards my lips, my tongue just came out. I looked up. He was smirking, but his eyes were red. I was speaking to his alpha. And it made me feel better that he was also not fully in control.
I took the tip into my mouth, sucking softly. He groaned. Grabbed the back of my head, grabbed at my hair, rough. I moaned.
“Take it, omega,” he said. He pushed it in a bit more.
I opened my mouth so far that I was worried that my jaw could get stuck.
But it was there. I felt myself getting warm again, down there.
Why was I enjoying it so much? Why did I want him to tell me what to do?
But would it be so bad? Just in here, just in his chambers, to let him take control?
Would it not make him even more attached to me, obsessed with me, addicted to me, if I gave him what he wanted?
If I was the omega he craved, so that outside of his chambers, he needed to keep me willing?
Would it be even better, to just give in to what we both want? Only here, only for now.
It touched the back of my throat. I gagged as he took it out, then pushed it back in again. My moans and whimpers going from muffled to loud and back again as he fucked into my throat.
“Do you want it?” he asked. “Do you want my knot?” I cried a bit as he pushed it in so deep I could not take it anymore.
“Yes,” I said, when he took it out, before putting it back in there. “I want it,” I moaned again.
“Beg for my knot, omega,” he said, tugging on my hair a little. Pulling me away from his dick a bit, then touching my cheeks with it. I coughed a bit.
“Please, alpha-” I said.
“Please what?” he asked. “Look at me,” he said. I looked up at him again. He had a wild look in his eyes. Nothing like the calm and collected General I usually saw.
“Please knot me,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse from the onslaught of his cock. One last time, he pushed it back into my mouth, then kept fucking it roughly, just pushing deeper, deeper.
I felt it welling up inside me again. I twitched, I moaned, I let go.
And seconds before his knot expanded in my throat, I shook.
I stared at him as it happened. I heard him growl and grunt as my mouth was stretched to the limit.
But I was lost in my own orgasm. I came fully untouched, with his knot in my throat.
“Perfect,” he said after a while. He was stroking my hair as I sat there.
Unable to move. My eyes were falling shut.
It was held in place by his knot. It was the single most humiliating thing I had ever experienced.
But I was so exhausted I could not bring myself to form a thought, never mind feel an emotion.
I must have fallen asleep right there, in that position.
On my knees, in his chambers, with his knot in my mouth.