His fingers cupped my scalded pussy and the feeling of his flesh on mine was as possessive as it was painful. His palm pressed directly against my clit, he gently moved it in a circular motion, and my body almost jolted in his hands.
“Oh, God. Please,” I begged.
“This naughty little pussy hasn’t earned the privilege of orgasm yet,” he chided. Without hesitation, he started paddling my wet folds once more and I writhed and moaned from those punishing blows. My thighs flexed and splayed for him, even as he continued ensuring that I very truly felt put in my place by my mate.
His dominance was as thorough as it was punishing.
I knew I would think twice before I went off and did something against his wishes again.
He spread my folds once more and spanked my clit hard enough to make yelp and cry, leaving my already sore flesh stinging and aching.
When he was done, he ripped the vine holding my wrists captive with ease. He gripped my hands and pulled me up, before he deposited me on my knees in front of him. His cock jutted hard and erect in front of my face and I whimpered, even as my pussy clenched tightly with need.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded.
I obeyed as an anxious shiver raced down my spine.
As soon as I opened my lips, he thrust his cock onto my tongue. He wasn’t gentle and he didn’t give me any time to get used to his size. I struggled to draw in a breath as he plunged into me and in his harshness, even more tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. He peered down at me and that only seemed to make him use my mouth even harder.
He liked seeing me cry. He liked making it hurt even more.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked it too. I hated it at the same time.
“You will suck my cock, little mate, and then you’re going to swallow every last drop. You’re going to show me that you’re very sorry by just how enthusiastically you worship my cock with that soft little mouth,” he demanded, and I moaned around his length. His movements were rough, but I took every last thrust because that’s what he wanted from me.
There was no kindness in the way he used me. He punished my throat with his cock and before I knew it, I was sore and aching there too. I opened my throat for him as much as I could, but his shaft was so long and his girth was so wide that I could only give so much. He took what he needed anyway.
I moaned and cried around his cock, my sounds utterly shameful. I gave my all into sucking his cock and when he finally groaned with his own pleasure, my pussy quivered with delight. My bottom, breasts, and pussy were so sore, and it made me wet just thinking about how much they hurt. How he had made them hurt.
I grew even wetter when I remembered the rest of the pack, that they were watching as my mate used my mouth as hard as he desired.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, little mate, and you’re going to swallow everything I give you,” he demanded. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whined, speaking with his cock still in my mouth. The sound of my tongue bouncing off his shaft was embarrassingly shameful. My voice shook, gagged by the thickness of his cock and I shivered, feeling my own arousal gather between my thighs. I shivered with need as his length pulsed against my tongue.
I found myself wanting to please him. I craved everything he wanted to give me.
I realized at that moment that I was a dirty little girl.
I wanted these depraved things. I wanted him to touch me in the places I wasn’t supposed to be touched. I needed every drop of his cum in my belly.
I sucked him more fervently than before. I showed him my devotion with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his length and suckling hard around his thick head. He groaned once again, and his thighs trembled just the slightest bit before his speed spurted deep into my throat. Desperately, I swallowed around him, taking every last drop into my belly just like he demanded of me.
My thighs clenched hard.
I grew even wetter than before.
My desire for orgasm intensified. I had just suckled him to completion, but I craved his enormous cock inside me. I wanted to come all over it.
His seed was warm and thick, spurting in thick gobs into my belly until he’d emptied completely. I took it all and when he was finished, he pulled free from my mouth. For a long moment, he stared down at me and I knelt there before him, feeling so incredibly small right there in front of him.
On my knees for my alpha. In my rightful place as the omega of the pack.
He reached for me and offered me a hand. I took it tentatively, unsure of what he would do to me next. He roughly pulled me to him and kissed me, his lips gentle and cruel in the same breath. While his lips ravaged mine, he reached between my legs and pinched my clit hard. I cried out and he swallowed my sounds, only punishing my clit even more harshly than before. I struggled in his arms to take it, but he was so strong, and I was so much smaller than he was. I whimpered and tried to submit to his cruelty, but it was so very hard.
“You will bend over that very same log you were spanked over and show yourself to me. Show me where you need to be fucked, my naughty mate,” he commanded, and a whine escaped my throat. Even before he made me do it, his words made a flush of humiliation come over my face and a rush of liquid heat gather between my thighs.
His knowing eyes peered back at me as if he could see right through me. As if he already knew what he was doing to me.