Page 9 of Heat Clinic

She hesitates for a moment, and then she does it. The towel puddles at her feet, and then she’s bare, her nipples erect and dusky and begging to be kissed. She’s sweet, soft, and perfectly bitable.

“Kneel.”

A wrinkle forms between her eyebrows as she thinks.

No, this isn’t the time for thinking. Not anymore.She thinks too much for an omega in heat.

“Kneel, Emily.”

She does it. The sight of her at my feet, her tits on display and her face tilted up to me, makes something warm unfurl inside my chest.Perfection.

“On your hands and knees. That’s a good girl,” I say while I stroke her hair. Her eyes go half lidded, her pupils blown so wide her brown eyes look black. She nuzzles into my hand, soaking up the praise and caress in equal measures. “I’m proud of you. What a pretty, perfect omega you are. The alphas are going to be so happy.”

The rosy hue of her cheeks deepens, the color swallowing up the freckles that dot the bridge of her nose. I want to kiss each one of them, along with the ones on her body. She smiles and bites her lip, her white teeth depressing that lush lower lip that begs to be sucked.

My hand slips to the hair at her nape. I card my fingers through her damp strands, then make a fist. Her mouth drops open.

“Now crawl.”

I walk her toward the door, slow and steady, careful not to hurt her, as I nudge her forward. She wants to walk, but sheneedsto crawl. She has to shed all of her shame, right here and now—that way there’s only pleasure left.

She deserves all the pleasure life can offer her.

“Sam?” Her voice is breathy and hesitant, not quite a whine but close.

At the door, I lean forward and open it. “Crawl into the hallway and wait for me on your hands and knees. Keep your eyes on the floor. Yes, like that. Perfect.”

I close the door to her room behind me and hover over her, giving her bottom and pussy a fond stroke to reward her. She’s stiff for a moment, and then she stretches into it. Emily raises her perfectly heart-shaped ass in the air. The skin’s not pink anymore from her quick spanking, but I’ll correct that. Later.

I slick my fingers through her wet lips and circle her clit until she’s spreading her legs wide, eager, and no longer caring that we’re in a hallway and that anyone passing by will see her naked and horny. She would fuck herself on my fingers and be happy to do so—if only I’d let her.

But I won’t.

This omega needs a knot, and I’m going to make sure she gets it.

I pull my fingers away, and when she whines, that needy omega sound that begs for more, I swat her lightly right on her wet cunt. Emily startles and rocks forward onto her hands until her forearms are flush on the ground and her ass is up high in the air. A perfect omega position. I rub her back, caressing her from nape to rump.

“That’s good, baby. Beautiful.” I tap my thigh. “Come.”

I walk, and she crawls beside me. Our pace is slow. To go any faster would risk the skin of her knees. But I don’t mind. It gives me time to savor how everyone we pass stares at her. It lets me watch the way her ass rises and falls and her tits sway with the movements. She keeps her head down and her eyes on the floor.

At the door to the rut room, I put my hand on her shoulder to let her know it’s time to stop. My badge unlocks the door, the latch buzzing, and it glides open. Good. We’re not late. It’s only omegas and their beta handlers here. A few are already in position, their bits on perfect display, while others are being helped through their slots. It’s been freshly cleaned, the air cycled, and all surfaces treated with a sanitizer that doubles as a descenter. Soon it will be filled with the musk and perfumes of a thoroughly effective treatment cycle.

“In here, you may stand,” I say. I won’t have her crawling on the rut room floor. It’s hard and cold no matter how hot we keep these rooms so the naked omegas are comfortable.

She stands, her knees pink despite the soft flooring and our slow pace through the hallway, and the sight of them makes my dick twitch. Emily looks around while nibbling on her lower lip, and her shoulders rise on instinct to protect her so very biteable neck.

I let her look, let her see how all the omegas are naked and displayed exactly like her, then grab her hand and squeeze it. Her face twitches in a hesitant smile, but her shoulders drop a little. Building trust is important, and I’m glad that she’s already beginning to understand how well I’m going to take care of her.

Pointing, I indicate which station is hers. Her chest rises and falls faster the closer we get as I lead her to the backstage area where only omegas and betas are allowed. She presses a hand between her breasts while I badge her station open and let her explore it. It’s small, little more than a box that’s wide enough for her to spread both arms out and touch the walls. Stairs lead to the platform she’ll lay on while she’s serviced. There’s no bedding or nest materials allowed for sanitary reasons, but the gel mattress is comfortable and it’ll warm up quickly as she lies on it. A small view of the rut room is visible through the padded opening she’ll use.

“Do I just… climb up?” she asks.

“Yes. Climb up and sit by the opening. I’ll help you get into position.”

Emily makes a sound I can’t decipher, and I wonder if perhaps I’ve pushed her too far too quickly. Her chart said her cycles are rapid and brief, lasting three days total instead of the usual five, with an onset and a tail of about eight hours.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. Will you stay? You’re staying, right?”

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