“I’m going to whip this beautiful backside of yours now, my love,” he murmured, and my pussy clenched down hard. “It excites you to know that even good little omegas get a taste of their alpha’s belt to remind them that they aren’t in control, doesn’t it?”
I arched my back, pressing into the pads of his fingers and hoping he would grant me release. He didn’t. Instead, his fingers pulled away and I heard the telltale sound of a belt being pulled from the loops of his discarded pants. I trembled and pressed my thighs together, feeling the anticipation race through me like a tidal wave. Tingling warmth spread up and down my legs, settling into the pit of my core and swirling tighter and tighter until it became a fiery consuming flame.
He laid the belt in front of me, showing me the thick leather that was soon going to welt my ass.
“Kiss it, sweet girl,” he instructed. I reached for the belt and took into my grasp, bringing it closer to my lips so that I could obey him. I pressed my lips to the firm supple surface and then placed it down in front of me for him. He took it back and laid it across the tops of my cheeks. I shivered at the ominous feeling of it.
“This isn’t a punishment, my little omega. I am whipping your bottom with my belt because it pleases me to do so and because tomorrow when we begin preparing for battle, I want your sore little bottom to remind you that even though you’re a powerful queen, when your alpha wants to strip you bare and redden your backside, he will and you will submit, won’t you?”
“Yes, alpha,” I murmured. I was only vaguely aware of the fact that I lifted my bottom for him. I bit my lip and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the inevitable burning lash of the leather hide across my waiting cheeks.
“I can see how much wetter you are already, Freya. You enjoy this,” he observed, and I hid my face in the blankets beneath me in order to try to silence the shameful whimpers emerging from my lips. He lifted the belt from my exposed backside, bringing it down softly once and then twice. At first, it felt like a soft caress, but the third strike took my breath away entirely.
That burning line of fire burst across my naked backside and I keened in surprise. My entire body stiffened and as more time passed, the more it started to sting. I swayed my hips back and forth to try to alleviate the fiery welt, but he pressed his hand on my lower back and effectively held me in place.
My belting truly started after that. Even though this wasn’t a punishment, the leather strap still bit into my flesh over and over. Aric whipped every inch of my backside and even ensured that my thighs were thoroughly welted too.
The belt was vicious, and it soon took over my every waking thought. My entire bottom felt sore and achy, leaving no doubt in my mind that I would remember the feeling of his marks on my flesh for the next day and maybe even one thereafter.
That turned me on. I knew that my slick was trailing down my thighs and with every lash, he could see my legs part, revealing my glistening arousal to his gaze.
I cried out as the belt lashed my thighs, trying to keep myself together as he whipped me, but when he tossed it to the side and started spanking me with the very wide expanse of his palm, it became far more difficult. Being spanked this way was so very intimate and from time to time, he would pause and slip his hands in between my thighs. He purred with pleasure at finding that I was soaked for him and in response to his sound, I felt even more wetness pour out from inside of me.
Arching my spine, I pressed myself against his fingers and rolled my hips. I could feel myself sliding up and down against him as I teased myself to an even more insatiable state of arousal.
“Naughty girl, do you think you’re in control?” he asked and there was a definite warning in his tone.
“No, alpha,” I whispered, forcing my body to still.
“I think that you do, little omega, and I’m going to need to correct that,” he warned. His fingers abandoned my needy pussy and proceeded to squeeze the fleshy globes of my ass firmly. It felt good at first, but as he dug his fingers in more harshly, the ache from the belt and his palm flared fiercely to life. I keened in surprise and then his hand spanked the top of my thighs with cruel intention.
He spanked me hard and fast, ensuring that not a single square inch went unpunished. My entire backside burned, from the tops of my cheeks down to the middle of my thighs. He spent what felt like an inordinate amount of time spanking the lower curve of my ass and there was no doubt in my mind that I would feel it every time I sat down over the next few days.
When he was satisfied with the redness that spread across my ass, his palm delved in between my thighs. I was hoping he would finally grant me release, but he didn’t. His feet pushed against the insides of my own, spreading my legs as wide as I was capable of without losing my footing. His hand cupped against my wet folds, and I whimpered before he spanked my pussy firmly enough to cause of wave of stinging agony to blossom across my tender flesh. I cried out and then he continued to ensure that the place between my legs was just as sore as my bottom was.
“I want to see this pretty little pussy bright pink and sore before I fuck it hard,” he growled, and my core cramped hard just as his palm slapped firmly against my skin once more.
I tried to avoid each stinging slap, but no matter how I squirmed, his palm on my lower back held me firmly in place. The more he spanked me there, the more out of control I felt, and I soon found myself begging him for mercy.
“Please, alpha. I’ve learned my lesson,” I whimpered.
“What have you learned, omega?” he pressed.
“I’m not in control,” I answered, my voice rising as a particularly harsh slap against my pussy caused my breath to rush free from my lungs.
“Who is in control, Freya?”
“You are, alpha,” I answered, my pain more than obvious with every single syllable that escaped my mouth.
“Good. What happens next is going to make sure that you remember that,” he said firmly.
His palm met my pussy in a flurry of cruel slaps that left me breathless. I writhed on the bed, but his aim was true and soon my soaked flesh was just as sore as my whipped backside. I cried out and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. I thought he was going to make me cry, but just as I felt the tears beginning to form, he stopped.
I simply breathed, taking in the feeling of my burning, aching flesh and the needy pulse that was swirling inside me. My clit throbbed and my pussy tightened shamefully.
I wanted to hate it, but I liked when he was hard on me like this. It hurt, but at the same time, it made my pulse race and my body burn hotter than I’d ever imagined. His fingers gently caressed my wetness, finding out for himself just how soaked his rough treatment had made me.
“So wet, little omega. I think it’s time I claimed what was mine,” he growled, and my core twisted tight. A rush of slick dripped down my thighs and in one impossibly quick motion, the head of his cock speared deep into me.