“Good girl,” he whispered.
I felt the coolness of the metal against my wet folds. He circled and dragged it through my arousal, coating it with my wetness. He pumped it inside my entrance once, then twice, before he dragged it backwards and settled it on top of my bottom hole.
He pushed the tip inside just a little bit and I couldn’t help myself as I tensed with nervousness. The surface was made slippery with my own slick and despite my reluctance, he pushed inside me with ease.
At first, it felt pleasurable, but then the girth of the toy became more than I could bear. Pain began to swirl at the base of my spine until it overwhelmed me. My bottom hole wasn’t prepared to be stretched so impossibly wide and I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.
At once, he pushed it so firmly that it slid all the way into me. My tight hole rebounded, and the pain was more than I could take all at once. It felt so deep and I was afraid there was no end in sight. My body panicked at the toy’s intrusion and all the tears that hadn’t fell before rushed forth.
I sobbed and his arms quickly gathered me. He pressed me against his chest as I suffered for him, so impossibly full and punished all at once.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered, and I held onto him as I cried. The intensity of the pain finally started to lessen, and I found that I could breathe once more. I curled my arms around him, pressing my forehead against his shoulder and not caring that my tears were leaving a wet spot on his cotton shirt.
“Shhh, it’s alright, sweet sigma. Your punishment is all over. Now I’m going to reward you with my cock,” he continued. He didn’t rush me though. Instead, he let me cry.
I let go of the fear I’d felt when I’d been taken. I let go of the tension I’d taken upon myself when we were in danger from the Cult. I let go of everything with the falling of my tears.
The only thing that was left was me and him.
Us.
That was the only thing that mattered now.
I sniffled and pressed up enough to meet his eyes.
“Are you ready, little sigma? Do you want to feel your alpha’s cock?”
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him, but most of all I needed to feel that connection between him and me in the most primal of ways.
Our bodies as one. His pleasure and mine.
I needed everything.
He curled his arm around me and lifted me enough so that he could free his cock. There was no more teasing or preamble. Instead, he set me down straight on his cock and I took every inch of it.
With the toy inside my bottom, I felt so incredibly full. His cock stretched my pussy so much so that it burned with pain at the same time that I moaned in pleasure.
The sensations warred with each other until they meshed together into one.
“Move, little sigma. You have permission to come as many times as you want, but before this is through, you will take my knot deep inside that pretty little pussy. Then I’m going to mark it with my seed,” he warned and the orgasm he’d teased me with crashed forward with fervid intensity.
I cried out in shock and he chuckled.
“You protest, little sigma, but your pussy clenched so tightly around my cock that I know you want it too,” he said with a soft snarl and my core cramped down even harder.
A hot blush raced over my cheeks and he smirked knowingly.
“Now ride my cock, sigma. Scream my name as you come for me,” he demanded.
I didn’t think. I just did.
My hips rolled of their own accord, taking him as deeply as I could. His hand reached down between us and his thumb settled on top of my clit. I rocked back and forth, and I gasped as that single thumb dragged up and down my clit.
Fuck.
That felt good.