Sixty-four nights after meeting the General #4
“You evaded the guards and got drunk,” he said. He grabbed my chin again, this time with more force. “You clearly need your alpha to be firmer with you.” A rough kiss. His teeth scraping my bottom lip.
“No!” I said. His mouth against my ear.
“I am going to be rough with you. If you don’t want this, you tell me now,” he whispered. His voice was deep, and gravelly. I remained silent. “If you want me to stop, tell me and I’ll listen. Just say stop if it’s too much for you, and I’ll take care of you,” he said. I nodded.
He kissed me again. “I told you before, you need to be disciplined.” He took off my silk shirt. It tore at the side seam. I felt exposed. His hand reached inside my trousers. His hand dipped into the wetness in between my cheeks. He grabbed one and squeezed hard. I moaned. “Apologise, omega.”
I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. “I’m sorry, alpha,” I said. I succumbed to my instincts. “I’m sorry.”
He manhandled me until I was lying facedown on his lap.
With one hand, he grabbed my neck and held me down.
His other hand removed my trousers in one swift motion.
I knew what I must have looked like. Soaked underwear riding up into my cheeks, ass up on the alpha’s lap.
I wished that I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn’t. Not really.
A slap on my cheeks. Hard. I screamed. “I’m sorry, alpha!” I repeated. “Forgive me, alpha!” Another one. Instead of anger or humiliation, I lost myself there a little. I was floating again, in my head, while my body was working up to something big. One more and I sobbed loudly.
An extremely large finger entered my hole.
I heard a squelching noise as it plunged into the wet depths.
I felt embarrassed then, suddenly, at how wet I was.
“Good boy,” he said, and my embarrassment disappeared.
Another finger. It was already too much for me.
My legs dangled up and down with the feeling of friction on the front and the fingers moving in and out of me.
They went deeper and hit my pleasure spot. I knew it was coming. I knew I couldn’t stop it. “Please, alpha, I’m going to- I need-” I tried to speak.
“Speak clearly, omega,” he ordered, as he entered another finger and moved even faster. It stretched and it burned and I was trying to hold it to be good for my alpha.
“Please, can I release, alpha? Please, I need to cum, alpha!” I cried and sobbed, but he said nothing. He just kept going harder, hitting that spot again and again. It felt like forever. I was writhing and moaning, I kept begging, using my words, saying “please, alpha, please.”
“Now,” he said, and I felt it coming out in small bursts. Even from behind, a wetness trickled out like I was in the throes of heat. It was more intense than any release I ever experienced before. I wasn’t even done cumming when I was hoisted up and thrown on the bed, back facing upwards.
“I’m going to knot you today,” he said. My vision went blurry. I cried again. I nodded. I resumed the begging from before.
“Yes, please, alpha,” I whimpered.
“Needy omega,” he said. He slapped me again, right where it was hurting already.
He held me upright while coming up on his knees behind me.
He bit into my shoulder. My sobbing never stopped.
I was wrecked. He pressed up against me and smirked.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “My beautiful omega, all messed up, because he can’t listen to his alpha. ”
He pushed me forward. I felt my hips pulled backward when something touched the rim of my entrance.
Slowly, I felt it filling me. It was painful and endless, and I felt like he owned me now.
Like that was something I had been waiting for.
It kept going. I was screaming in pain and in pleasure.
“Alpha,” I softly spoke, as that was all I could do.
When he bottomed out, I felt full and right and wholly omega. A feeling I never knew I was craving. He moved before I was ready, but I did not tell him to stop. I wanted to take it. I wanted to be good for him.
It went on forever. He hit the spot that was already overstimulated again and again, until I could no longer cry. He was fucking me like a werewolf, and I was not made for his size. Yet I was made for him, and I wanted all of it.
When I finally felt his seed filling me, and his knot expand, I did not even fear what was to come. I was so spent and fucked out that it made me feel fulfilled. Like I did my duty. Like I did what I was made to do. I have no memory of what happened after that. I must have lost consciousness again.
When I woke up the next day, the General was gone. He left me sleeping in a clean bed wearing the shirt he wore the day before. He must have carried me, cleaned me up, changed me, and changed the sheets all by himself, because an alpha would certainly not let anyone touch his omega in that state.
I did not get up out of bed for hours. Even Espen did not bother me that day. Every once in a while, the door opened just a crack, and food, warm blankets, coats and hot tea were shoved into the room. Still, there was work to be done. I was due for the nightshift.