Page 3 of Knot My Sin

The stories of the men who Ophelia, the auction organizer, brings in to buy her omegas aren’t for the weak at heart. Trey doesn’t believe in being gentle with his words, so he told me all about it the last time he fucked me.

Although, fucking is something you can only do if both people consent, and I never once have. No, instead Trey has used his Alpha bark when he fucks me so that my body acts willing, while my mind screams for mercy. So I despise my body for finding a way to mature, forcing me closer to my first heat.

Trey wants a child, not a mature omega with needs and cravings, and heats.

“I know you are, pet,” he croons. We’re in one of the back rooms of the auction house, because Trey asked Madam Ophelia if he could say ‘goodbye’ properly.

She simply asked him not to leave any marks before she led him here. Omegas bounce back quickly, so that doesn’t mean Trey won’t hit me.

“Alpha Trey,” Madam Ophelia murmurs, peeking her head in. She’s an omega like I am, and in her forties. It’s hard for me to believe that an omega would be left in charge of anything, but she has a benefactor that she’s proven herself to, and they split the profits unevenly.

What can I say? Trey talks a lot when he’s with me. Who else am I going to tell?

There are a lot of things I know about, but I’ll never repeat because of his Alpha bark commanding me to keep it to myself. I wonder how long until his bark will wear off once I’m no longer his property?

The lonely musings of a long abused omega aren’t something anyone cares about, so it’s probably a moot point. This is the way our world works. Omegas only have the rights their alphas give them, and if they’re unmated, then they have none at all without a family to protect them.

“Yes, Madam Ophelia?” Trey drawls. He seems to make up his mind about something, muttering, “Maybe just one last time.”

Continuing to hold my hair in his fist, he uses his other hand to stroke his cock. Even at fifty-five years old, his erection is thick and large. His knot is already beginning to fill, and my eyes widen before he’s shoving my head down, so that he can smear pre-cum along my lips.

“Open, pet,” he grunts, his bark clear in his voice. Trey isn’t an alpha you can say no to, so people bend over to give him anything and everything for fear of his power.

In the same way, I can’t do anything but open my mouth as his acrid scent surrounds me. His cock almost smells like burning rubber as he thrusts his hips up as I swallow him down.

He’s trained my gag reflex away, so all I can do is curl my nails into my palms as the foul odor floods my senses, and it feels as if I’ll never breathe fresh air again.

He pulls me so far down his shaft, my nose bumps his pubic bone. Shifting, he begins to fuck my face in earnest.

I can taste the familiar taste of battery acid as his pre-cum begins to hit my taste buds. My every instinct screams how wrong this is. He’s not my mate, he isn’t pack, and I’ll never find any of that as an omega sex slave.

These are the thoughts my mind screams every time Trey commands me to do something against my very nature.

Yet, I do it because I have to.

“One last time,” Trey grunts. “Take my knot down your tight little throat like my good omega. Come on.”

There’s a smaller hint of his bark, and I can feel my throat preparing to take his knot. There’s nothing I can do, even as I scream in my mind.

“Alpha,” Ophelia murmurs, stepping forward. “The omega must go on stage now. We don’t have time for you to knot her, Sir.”

Trey huffs, pushing me until his knot fills my mouth but doesn’t go any further. It’s enough so that he becomes my everything. I can’t breathe unless he allows me to, and my throat burns as he rocks his hips, as if he’s about to ignore Ophelia anyway so he can knot my throat.

“She will always remember that I stole her soul,” Trey growls. My nose begins to run as he continues to slowly rut into my mouth. I can see the vestiges of his humanity are unraveling, and I don’t know why.

He’s never lost his control like this before, certainly not over a blow job.

Ophelia takes a deep breath before sneezing. “Your omega smells very sweet, Alpha. She’ll fetch a lovely price today. It speaks volumes about your control that you’re able to keep yourself in check,” she says.

Smart omega.

A moment later, Trey snarls, pulling me off his dick and flinging me away. As a much larger male, the motion makes me roll along the hard ground before bumping into a table that stops me.

“This is why you’ve been on hormone suppressants for so long,” he growls. Peeking up from my arms that are covering my face, I see he’s barely keeping it together.

Some alphas can’t be around mature omegas, because the need to go into a rut is too strong. It seems Trey is one of those alphas. I can’t say his decision to buy little girls says much about him either, though.

Standing in jerky movements, he shoves his engorged cock back into his pants with a wince.

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