His hand cracked hard against the middle of my thigh and my lips opened in a silent cry as the fire flared even hotter across my skin. What had begun as a heated simmer had quickly turned into a blazing fiery sting that was beginning to burn out of control.
“Please. I’ll do whatever you want,” I cried out and he ignored me. I should have known he would.
He punished my thighs hard and I couldn’t help myself as I whimpered for the first time in pain. I gasped, clamping my lips shut with shame, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to do as he wished. My cheeks burned with the humiliation of being punished like a child in front of the very enemy I’d been sent to destroy, but right now none of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was the building pain of his palm against my backside.
Again, and again, it snapped against my scalded flesh. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without falling apart. I didn’t want everyone to see me cry. I sincerely hoped he wouldn’t make me, not in front of the entire crowd.
I hated him for this, but as the stern chastisement continued, I realized that I hated something even more than his firm hand. I loathed the way my body was reacting even more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the rampant arousal gathering inside me.
Even with my legs pressed together, I knew that everyone watching would be able to see the wetness gathering between my thighs. They’d know that the omega within me would be responding to the dominance of my alpha, that my body wanted him to take me as nature intended.
I didn’t want them to see. I wanted to hide it and he was making me display that to every pair of eyes in the crowd. I cried out as I thought about how my wetness was likely glistening in the lights overhead, how it was dripping down on my thighs, how they’d be able to see how my legs were trembling with my own desire.
What they couldn’t see was the ball of arousal rolling inside my core. They couldn’t see how hard my nipples were against the table and they couldn’t feel how my clit was throbbing in ache for his touch.
No one had ever made me feel that way and I hated how the man who didn’t even want me had done that to me most of all.
His palm turned crueler, spanking me even harder. Before long, it became impossible to hold in my cries anymore and the longer it went on, the louder my wails became. He thoroughly punished the entirety of my backside and the backs on my thighs and just when I thought I would lose control and start to cry, he paused and admired his handiwork.
“An omega needs a bright red bottom to remind her of her place, don’t you agree?” he exclaimed and the people of Kingsworth roared in approval. I felt myself redden with embarrassment, but what came next truly made me blush.
His fingers lingered along the backs of my thighs and he dragged his nails across my sensitive flesh. A soft keening sound escaped my lips as the harsh sting of pain bit into me even as my body arched into his ruthless touch.
Then those same fingers drew upward and dipped in between my thighs. His fingers felt like a flame to my needy flesh and I found myself pressing up against him in hopes that he would continue touching me there until I found what I was looking for.
“My, my, little omega, such a wet little pussy for your alpha,” he declared, and I froze as his fingertips dragged along my soaked folds. I squeaked with shame and tried to press my legs even more firmly together, but it did nothing to dissuade the determined man who held me captive.
“I hate you,” I whispered boldly.
“I know you do, little omega,” he answered softly. “But I don’t care. You will submit to me tonight.”
As punishment for my open defiance, he forced his foot in between my ankles and made me spread my legs. With remarkable swiftness, his palm cracked hard against my pussy and I wailed as the scalding sting raced across my most tender flesh. I couldn’t keep quiet as he spanked my pussy and I struggled to take every last one.
The spanking on my bottom had been painful, but as his palm punished my pussy, I realized that the smacks between my legs hurt even more. I tried to keep my legs apart, but it proved to be impossible. I wailed and tried to hold myself together. Nothing stopped the ascent of his ruthless fingers against my pussy and I began to feel desperate. I just wanted it to stop.
I started to beg.
“Please. I’m sorry, Alpha,” I pleaded, hoping he would listen, bu
t his ruthless hand continued to spank my burning pussy. The sound of his palm against my folds was shamefully wet and my face heated as I realized that even more slick was dripping down my thighs at his harsh admonishment and everyone would be able to see it. Worst of all, I knew that he would too.
“Remember your place, omega,” he growled, and my omega cowered a little before him. My shoulders rounded, instantly responding to the deep warning in his voice.
I didn’t want to submit, but my instincts demanded it. My omega demanded it.
“Yes, Alpha. Please!” I whispered.
He stopped spanking my pussy for a moment and cupped his palm against it possessively. I breathed shakily, trying to calm the frantic beat of my heart just as his forefinger began to drag up and down my needy clit. I felt nervous, unsure of his intentions yet wanting to find out all the same.
I quivered, trying to handle the burning sting he’d painted across my backside, my thighs, and between my legs. Everything hurt, but at the same time something else was brewing beneath my flesh. The pain was twisting into something else even more enthralling.
Desire.
His touch between my thighs was intoxicating and my core twisted in on itself in a painful showing of arousal like I’d never experienced before. That single finger danced across my clit and I couldn’t help but push back against him. The more he teased me, the more I pushed away the fact that there were hundreds if not thousands of eyes watching me respond to him so shamefully. I ignored that they could see the way I was writhing across the table and that they could see the arousal practically pouring from my pussy in response to him.
He slipped one finger inside me and I gasped audibly. My inner walls clutched at that thick digit and as he began to pump it in and out of me, I groaned with pleasure. His movements were slow, but consistent and before I could stop myself my hips were rolling in tune with his steady thrusts.
My mind continued to fight him, but my body wanted to give in. Urgent need boiled inside of me that needed to be released and I sincerely hoped he would let me.