Page 8 of Adira's Omega

Setting it up to still buzz on her clit, I slid off the bed and stripped down. My cock was half engorged and ready to slide into her dripping pussy. Setting back between her legs, I pulled the vibrator off of her and massaged the tip of my dick along her entrance, coating myself in her slick before thrusting myself in with one go.

Nyla wasn’t expecting it and gasped, so I pulled out and made sure no part of me or the vibrator was touching her. She groaned for a second, then zipped her lips again. After a few seconds, I realigned myself and inserted my cock inside her in one flick of my hips again, hitting the back of her pussy and slamming against her cervix. I groaned at the thought of her heat that was coming up in a few weeks. Her cervix would open up and allow me entrance so I could impregnate her.

The thought made me harder, and my cock twitched. To Nyla’s credit, she kept quiet.

I replaced the vibrator and swirled it and my hips in unison, driving Nyla higher. She was doing an amazing job at keeping silent, and it wasn’t part of the plan.

I increased the vibration intensity and pressed the head of the vibrator directly on her clit as I pumped into her. That got a moan.

Pulling out my cock and dropping the vibrator to the side, I watched her throw a small tantrum on the bed. Her arms and legs flailed a bit in exasperation and desperation for release, but it didn’t work too well in her favor since she was restrained.

I let out a chuckle and sat back until she calmed down. Once again, I waited a few seconds, then realigned myself and slammed in. This time, I left the vibrator out of the equation, gripping her hips and thrusting into her hard and slow, over and over. Her head fell back, but her mouth and eyes were sealed shut.

Leaning over her, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping at the sensitive flesh. A whimper escaped her, so I pulled back and let her tantrum again. I wondered how long I could keep this up before I was torturing myself alongside her. For now, I was having too much fun to let her find release. By my estimate, we had been going for about fifteen minutes, but my first goal was an hour, then who knew what would happen?

Again and again, I teased her, fucked her, licked her, and every time, Nyla crumpled and let out a sound, causing us to start over. My frustration was quickly growing with hers, so I knew it was time to let her come all over my cock.

Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to knot her because of the second part of this punishment, but there would be plenty of time for that later.

I slid in with ease, her slick coating both of us and the bedding underneath. I groaned, and she remained speechless. I angled my hips, hitting all the right spots inside her before gripping onto the vibrator. Before pressing it to her clit, I said, “You are not to make a sound as you come either, Nyla. If you do, I will pull everything away, will place a clamp on your clit as punishment, and will leave you as promised.”

Nyla’s body tensed under me, but she nodded. I dropped the vibrator to the sensitive nub, and Nyla bucked up into me, her orgasm hitting her instantly. Too bad she didn’t listen well enough because a small moan that she tried so hard to cut off slipped from her lips.

She cried out and tears ran down her face as I ripped myself away from her and placed a small silicone-covered clamp onto her clit, ensuring it would stay put with any thrashing she did. Without a word, I stepped toward the door, but Nyla’s words stopped me.

“Please, don’t do this, Adira. I need you. Please, fuck me again. Please, I—”

“No, you will accept your punishment.” I gripped the handle and pulled open the door. Without looking back, I said, “I will see you in the morning, Nyla. Enjoy your alone time. It may be your last.”

It took an incredible amount of willpower to not burst back through the door and knot her so I could get off, but I controlled my urges, reminding myself that I would have her again tomorrow and every day after that.

Nyla was mine, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter six

Nyla

One Month Later

Ashiverranupmy spine as I thought of the last punishment I received. I couldn’t imagine what Adira would do if she found out I was broken and useless as an Omega. She needed to know though. I wasn’t sure how she had gone this long without noticing, but Adira was busy quite often, so maybe she was distracted.

I shook my head. I wouldn’t know until I told her.

Taking a deep breath, I exited the bathroom in our suite and made my way toward the couch where Adira sat with her morning coffee.

“I’ve been here a month, Adira.” It was an awful way to start this conversation, but if she pieced it together without me having to admit my faults, then all the better for me.

Adira pulled the cup from her lips and turned to look at me. “Hm, I hadn’t realized it had been that long.” A small smile graced her lips before setting down her mug. Standing and walking toward me, she said, “I suppose we were having too much fun to notice time flying by.”

The frown I had been fighting won and turned down my lips in a severe fashion, pulling Adira’s attention. My gaze fell to the floor as she towered over me with an annoyed glare.

“Nyla, what is this?” I had been very receptive to her after she punished me, finding that I enjoyed it a little too much. She had left me as promised, and despite having to pee myself in the bed and being plagued by my own thoughts, the alone time in a semi-safe space was delightful. I had been the perfect little mate, obeying her and giving in at every moment but speaking up when we were in private. She allowed me this, and it was working well until I realized three weeks had gone by and now four.

Adira’s hand flew up and gripped my jaw, pushing my gaze up to meet hers. Her dark, wet hair fell into her face, but she ignored it. I reached up and brushed the hair behind her ear before rewording what I had said before. “It’s been one month since I turned eighteen.” My eyes begged her to understand, and for a moment, I thought she would remain oblivious, then recollection flashed in her eyes before she pulled back.

“How is—no, you will be seen by a doctor before we make any rash decisions or form our own uneducated conclusions.” Adira whipped around and grabbed her phone from the coffee table, and in a few moments, someone answered. Adira ordered them to bring in her doctor for an emergency visit, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Thirty minutes later, I was on the exam table in the small medical room in the mansion. It was a decent size considering it was only used for basic exams, but the table was soft enough and cooled my lower half when the rest of me was burning up with anxiety.

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