But still, he didn’t stop.
“Please,” I begged, but he didn’t listen.
He continued to tease me with his mouth, using his tongue to lick over various places on my body. His kisses trailed across my breasts, over top of my nipples and then settled on my neck. I bit my lower lip as he kissed my flesh, trying to hold back my moans of pleasure but then, his fingers delved back in between my legs. He rubbed my clit first and I shivered with desire, but then he explored onward until his fingertips approached my entrance.
Then two of his fingers surged up inside me. I cried out, quickly forgetting about trying to be quiet anymore and I felt my body greedily clench around him. His digits pumped in and out of me, but then without another word, he pulled free of me and despair washed over me completely.
“Please, please just let me come,” I begged but he didn’t listen. Instead, he just teased me more. He squatted down before me, using his thumbs to torment my sensitive folds and then he leaned forward. At once, a wet warmth scraped over top of my clit and I shuddered with pleasure at the feeling.
Then the teasing got much worse. He used his tongue and his fingers together and there was nothing I could do to escape it. His tongue tormented my clit and his fingers teased at my entrance and it wasn’t long before I was close to orgasm once again.
But then he pulled away and I screamed out loud with frustration. I wanted to cry. I wanted to come. I needed orgasm in the very worst way.
“Please, Damiyen, please let me come. I’ll do whatever you want,” I pleaded, tears threatening to fall as I did so.
His hazel eyes found mine and then he pulled my panties up over my thighs and then back into place around my hips. Then he gripped the back and front of my panties with his fingers and slowly dragged the seat of them up and down my wet folds, thoroughly soaking them with my arousal.
I moaned, the rough scraping sensation taunting me further, edging me closer to orgasm and I struggled to maintain my form.
“You’re so wet for me, omega. You’re this wet for a beta,” he scolded, and I trembled, trying to maintain my form and not allow my eyes to roll back in my head.
Then he gripped the hem of my panties and pulled them down and off. His movements were faster than I could possibly process and then he stood up, balled my panties up in his fist, and shoved them in my mouth. It was so swift that I didn’t even have time to fight back against him. He’d wanted it done and so it had been done.
“Can you taste that, little omega? Can you taste your own arousal?” he scolded, and I shivered, my clit throbbing hard at his words. He was right. I could taste myself. Sweet. Like peaches and it shamed me to the very core.
He knew it too. His eyes glittered with his own dark, seductive arousal and I whimpered before him. I knew that he was far from done.
I thought he just wanted me to beg, but he’d taken that away from me. My entire body was a mass of sensation and he was in complete control of it. I was helpless before him and the both of us knew it.
He held my gaze, forcing me to look straight into his eyes as he pressed the egg against my clit once more. I screamed around the sodden fabric in my mouth, but it didn’t do me any good. He started torturing me like he had before, only this time it was far worse.
This time, I was completely helpless. I couldn’t beg him to stop. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted. All I could do was take what he gave me and hope I didn’t break before he got exactly what he needed.
I whimpered around the wet panties in my mouth as he continued to kiss and tease my body with his mouth, then his fingers and over and over again with the vibrating egg. Every time he touched me, I cried out with pleasure, pain, confusion, and desire. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I couldn’t remember why I was angry. I couldn’t focus on what I wanted before. Now the only thing that mattered what his touch on mine and that maybe, eventually he’d actually let me come.
It was more than clear that was his decision to make. It was no longer mine.
“Do you see what it means to be punished then, little omega? Do you see how much different it is with a beta than your alphas?” he asked, his tone dark and I could only whimper in response.
“Look at this wet little cunt. Sopping wet, just begging to come,” he observed, and I trembled with shame. He was right. Even now, I could feel my arousal gathering within my folds and dripping onto my thighs. So much so that he could see it all, dripping down my legs and onto the ground beneath me.
He pressed the egg between my thighs once more, holding my gaze with his as he did so. I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat as I struggled to maintain myself. My body was a ball of constrained, unreleased desire and it was driving me wild. I couldn’t take it. I felt vulnerable, small, and decidedly powerless.
More time passed. How much I would never know, but it didn’t really matter. Time floated on the edges of my thoughts. Instead, I was completely focused on the painful need between my legs. The ball of desire in my core cramped painfully tight and I cried out, the sound muffled by my slick-laden panties still stuffed in my mouth.
It was too much. I couldn’t handle it. I hadn’t ever thought I could be punished like this, but Damiyen had proved me wrong.
I had never felt more like a punished little girl than in that moment.
A single tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. Another followed in its wake and soon I was crying in earnest. Damiyen’s hands gently caressed me, grazing up until he gripped the wet panties and pulled them from my lips.
“You’re taking your punishment so well, little one,” he murmured, and I gasped as his fingers grazed against my clit.
“Please,” I begged.
“What is it you want, little girl?”
“I want to come,” I replied but he just shook his head.