“You two are too soft with her,” Viktor replied and both Alaric and Ethan scoffed at his challenge.
“What would you do then?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow in response to Viktor’s boldness.
“I’d give the omega a taste of my belt,” he answered, and I trembled, still held down over Alaric’s knees. I turned my head, watching as Viktor used a single arm to clear everything on top of my desk, just because he could. My papers and supplies clattered to the floor as he stood back up, kicking my belongings out of the way with the side of his foot.
“That does sound tempting. I bet a few lashes from the belt will redden her pale skin beautifully,” Ethan countered.
Just the mention of the belt made my blood boil. My chest rose and fell with the effort it took to draw in one scalded breath after another and the fiery inferno blazing within me burst into flames and raw desire more powerful than I had ever known raced through my blood. My fingers and toes curled with it and it soon took over every fiber of my being.
Before I knew it, hands reached for my body, lifting me from Alaric’s lap and carrying me toward my desk. Gently, the three alphas deposited me over its cleared surface, and I gasped as the cool wood touched my heated skin.
Their touches were cool, calm, and collected and my inner omega bared herself to them completely. Their bold dominance was seductive and even as my bottom burned from their prior attentions, I found myself wanting more. My breasts felt sensitive and heavy with desire, my pointed nipples pressing into the wooden desk beneath me. With each spank, my pussy had throbbed with unreleased desire and my body had twisted the harsh pain into a confusing mixture of both pleasure and agony that left me needy and wanting.
As much as I wanted to deny it, my omega craved their dominance. All of it, even if that meant I spent a good portion of my time over their thighs.
“Please,” I begged, unsure of exactly what I was asking for in that moment.
Alaric and Ethan moved in front of the desk, gathering my wrists with their fingers and pulling my arms out in front of me. While they were holding me in place, Viktor maneuvered behind me. I heard the gentle clink as he undid the clasp of his belt and the quiet swish as he pulled the leather strap free from his pants.
I sucked in another breath, my back arching slightly as I awaited what was to come next. I wasn’t made to wait long.
The sound of the belt clapping behind me startled me and Viktor huffed in amusement.
“Her pussy clenched so beautifully when she heard that,” he told the others and I moaned with my shame.
“I can tell. The scent of her slick just grew quite a bit stronger. Look, this just leaked from her wet little cunt,” Ethan added, and his fingers swirled through the slick on my thighs, and I pouted as I pressed the side of my cheek to the desk. Viktor’s fingers massaged the lower base of my spine and the tension in my limbs loosened.
He pressed the warm leather of his belt against my backside, tapping it once and then again. I held my breath for each one, trying to gauge exactly how much it was going to hurt, but I couldn’t have even remotely prepared myself.
Viktor swung his arm and I heard the descent of the leather strap as it cut through the air. When it first hit my skin, I jolted at the loud sound. For several moments, the room was quiet and then the fire of its lash took hold of me. At first, it was a gentle burn, but its blaze grew in a crescendo of terrible agony. I cried out, fully realizing how much this was going to hurt but then a second, equally vicious strike branded my poor, bared flesh.
These three alphas were the real deal. None of my courage or past experiences mattered when they decided to claim me. I was helpless before them, their strength and dominance easily overpowering my small frame and the omega within me bowed to everything they stood for.
Viktor was silent as he strapped me, his cadence steady, harsh, and true. He belted from the top of my ass all the way down to the tops of my thighs, taking special care to punish the lower curve of my bottom, just beneath my cheeks. His silence forced me to focus on the descent of the belt, every time it licked against my flesh and reminded me that I was getting spanked simply because the three of them wanted to spank me.
I screamed and I cried, pleading for mercy, but he gave me none. He strapped me because he wanted to, because he wanted to see my ass red and welted and because he could. Nothing I could do or say would stop him.
I felt helpless and overpowered, forced to comply with their dominance in a way that I had never experienced before and I didn’t quite know how to handle it. On the one hand, I was ridiculously aroused, edging further and further into estrous as more time passed. On the other, my backside burned from the alphas’ punishment, so much so that I was quickly overwhelmed from the terrible sting. My body reacted with confusion, both with desire and pain and I didn’t quite know how to handle it anymore.
Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes and I tried to hold them back, but Viktor was ruthless with that thick, well-worn piece of leather. The moment he began to whip my upper thighs, everything spilled over and I began to cry.
Viktor whipped me with the belt three more times, much harder than all the rest and I sobbed, held still by both Ethan and Alaric. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I hardly noticed when the belt got tossed to the side, landing on the floor with a crash.
All of a sudden, six hands were on my body. Six hands that massaged my over-sensitized flesh, that soothed my aches and pains away, exploring every inch of me. They lifted me up off the desk and into their arms, gathering around me in a circle, brushing my tears from my cheeks and pulling me in close.
Their touches were firm, sure, and confident as they teased me into a frenzied pool of lust. My core clenched down hard with desire and still, they explored my body as though they owned it.
Ethan’s fingers ventured between my legs first, flicking the needy little bud gently at first, then gradually harder. Each strike was pleasurable and painful at the same time and I couldn’t get enough.
I shouldn’t be wanting this. I was a strong, independent woman. I thought it didn’t matter that I was an omega. I had thought I could fight off these terrible instincts. I thought that I wouldn’t be affected. That I was too independent to be tamed by any alpha.
Maybe I was wrong.
“Fuck, look at that tight little ass, all red and sore,” Alaric whispered, sucking in a breath while his palms drifted down to cup my achy, well-punished backside. He lifted me up so that my feet no longer touched the floor and I sighed anxiously.
What was going to happen next?
Alaric took me and deposited me straight on my back on the soft blankets of my den. He forced my thighs open wider and just stared down at my wet pussy. I shifted uncomfortably, moving to cover myself with my hands, but he slapped them away. I wouldn’t be allowed to hide before him, that much was clear. My nipples pulsed with pleasure and my finger instinctively sought them, using my thumbs to brush against them softly, just enough to tease my trembling body.
“Look at this pretty little cunt. So wet with slick. Readying itself for alpha cock,” Alaric observed, and I shivered with shame. The worst part of it all was that he was right. I was sopping wet, quivering with need. I should fight against them, but the omega within me couldn’t bring herself to. She was subdued, happy to have been spanked, and readying herself to be fucked by three men.
The old me, the suppressed me was growing more distant with every passing moment. The more time that went by, the more my inner omega was taking over every part of me.
Alaric unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips, revealing the thick length of his cock to my view.
Holy shit. I didn’t know if I was ready for this.