Page 6 of Omega for Sale

The thing that bothers me the most is theheat that spears through me after receiving one of his punishingslaps. It sets my clit throbbing—theviolence of his actions—and I want to curlin a ball and sulk. How can I enjoy what he is doing to me? Thiscan’t be normal.

My mind is screaming that what he is doingis wrong, but my body welcomes him, begging for more of his harshattention.

Aiden grips my hips beforelifting me and I think my prayers may have been answered before hepulls me down harshly once more. With each forced downward glide ofmy sex over his cock, his hips thrust upward, hitting spots insideme he didn’t connect with the first time he mounted me.

The water is now freezing as it falls on usbut that doesn’t do anything to temper the heat flowing through mybody. The slick that pours from my abused pussy lubricates hisevery entrance and retreat. His lips continue a path down my neckand across my back, sometimes leaving open-mouthed kisses and atother times painful little bites.

“Yes,Bella,” he praises behind me. “Ride my fat Alphacock.”

His words mess up my rhythm. When did hestop forcing my body to move? When did I take over? Am I reallyenjoying this? I freeze for a moment, feeling everything. His handsare on my hips, resting but not forcing my movements. His hard cockfills me.

Slowly I lift off his erection only to bringmy weight back down again. A squeak escapes me at the delicioustendril of dark, forbidden pleasure that creeps down my spine. Istop abruptly. A new wave of shame crashes over me.

Can I really enjoy fuckingan Alpha that basically forced himself on me? Did he really doanything I didn’t want? He may have been harsh, but I sensethat is simply who he is. But can I stoop so lowas to take pleasure in being his whore?

“But you are my sweetlittle omega whore, bought and paid for,”his rough baritone washes over me, and I realize that I spoke outloud. “Whether you enjoy it or not, Bella,I am going to get my money’s worth.”

The grip on my hips is bruising now as heforces me to move. I can feel the anger vibrating off him as hethrusts and pushes and pulls me apart. Long after I leave this roomand the humiliation of tonight behind, I will still be wearing hismarks. The memories of this time will haunt me for the rest of mylife long after the bruises have faded and the pain hassubsided.

Even with all the slick inthe world, I still feel the sting, the burn of his harsh thrusts.The exquisite pleasure I found now is nothing but a fleetingmemory. But it is a mixture that still muddles my mind, thepain and pleasure twining, pulling me under and pushing me higherat the same time.

Aiden shoves me off hiscock before standing, and his hand easily tangles in my wet hair.He drags my dripping, defeated body from the shower until we are once more in thebedroom. My knees protest each movement, scorching pain travelingfrom the scraped skin. He lifts me from the floor using my hair, asa pain-filled wail is torn from my lungs.

I’m not expecting the brutality of the slaphe delivers across my cheek, the copper taste of blood instantlyflooding my mouth.

“You call yourself a whore. Let me show youhow a whore is treated.”

The words are coated with venom as he dragsme toward the large bed. The dark wooden frame looms ahead likesome kind of prison. I find myself bent forward, my torso flatacross the silky navy-blue bedding. The rigid wood of the framedigs into my ribs, and I release another fearful cry. I try to pushup to alleviate the pressure if only so I can breathe but he won’tallow it, holding me down.

I want to beg him to let me go but the wordsare stuck in my throat. Even through the pain and arousal, mycuriosity takes the lead, locking me in place before he evenspeaks.

“If you fucking move, you’ll regret it.” TheAlpha infliction in his words is clear and I don’t daredisobey.

My arms are lifted fromthe bed and tied to the posts beside me. The material of the tieshe uses is tight around my wrists, already chaffing against myskin. Fear thrums through my veins and I know this is going to geta whole lot worse before it’s over. Why couldn’t I just enjoy themoment? Why did I have to ruin it by thinking? Talking…

My legs are kicked apart, and I can feelthem being tied off as well. My skin heats with a useless blush asI can only imagine what I look like. Obscenely spread for his gaze,every intimate and private part of me on display for his viewingpleasure—again.

“I should open the door and let the otherAlphas in here. Let them treat you like the whore you proclaim tobe.”

The lash of what feels like a belt landsacross both ass cheeks and I scream. He waits until I quiet downbefore he continues talking. “Let them rut and knot you, tear youapart before we discard you with the trash outside.”

Another blindingly painfullash, this time where my ass and thighs connect. I don’t scream,there is no air in my lungs to power the sound. This is an entirelydifferent kind of pain. This is a punishment. If I wasn’t tied to the bed I would be in a heap on thefloor, my legs no longer capable of holding me up.

“Maybe later.” He chuckles darkly. “For now,I will enjoy still being the first and only man to fill this greedylittle cunt.”

I hear the belt clatter to the floor, andhis footsteps as he moves around me. The first thrust of his cockshakes my entire body. The slap of his flesh against my abusedthighs and ass reminds me with searing pain of the violence he iseasily capable of.

“I tried,” he says hoarsely. “I tried tohelp you. To make this a pleasurable experience for you as well butyou just couldn’t fucking let me.” The thrusts of his hips arepunishing, brutal, painful. “You think you’re a whore because Ipaid to fuck you? You know nothing.”

Chapter Four

Aiden

I’ve lost my fucking mind.Hearing this innocent, pretty little omegarefer to herself as my whore moments after she was riding my dickfor her own pleasure has pushed me over the fucking edge. My angerknows no bounds and even though somewhere in the back of my mind Iknow I need to reign it in, there will be no stoppingme.

I watch as tears stream over her bruisedcheek and it spurs me on, as does the blood I drew with the secondlash of my belt. My abdomen is coated in her russet essence as Ipound away at her dripping cunt. Her slick is a natural reaction toan Alpha, and I know she feels no enjoyment at this round offucking, but I can’t find it in myself to care.

“Do you know why Alphascrave to fuck omegas?” I ask harshlypulling her head back by the hair. “We can’t knot inside any otherfemale. We can have sex, yes, but never find true fulfillmentbecause our knot always remains on the outside.”

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