Page 96 of Heat Clinic

The first hot pulse of his release lashes at my walls and leaves me purring as he pumps me full, his hold in my hair never slackening as he rolls his hips, using my channel to milk his cock. When I’m filled, he pulls off me and squeezes my legs together, pushing my knees to my chest as he teases the seam of my sex, sliding a finger through my wet folds and toying with my clit.

“Hold your legs up, omega, and don’t waste my seed. I was kind enough to give it to you, so now you have to keep it right where it belongs. In this greedy fuckhole.”

Tom rolls my clit in circles until I’m panting and wiggling with the impossible struggle of holding still as he rubs me ‘til I’m clenching, my pleasure pulled taut and low in my belly. He tuts and swipes two fingers lower to gather up the cum trickling out of me as he brings me close to orgasm.

“Bad girl, losing precious seed. Let’s put this back where it belongs.” He sticks those fingers in, working his semen into me. On the withdrawal, he drags his fingers over my front wall and tuts again when I clench, more seed and slick dribbling out.

“What a naughty thing you are, losing my cum when I told you to hold it. Maybe a spanking will help you listen better.”

Tom brings his hand down on my ass and thighs, catching my pussy in his path as he spanks me again and again. I gasp and jerk, trying to put my legs down. He grabs my wrist and holds it tight, shoving my legs up higher so he has a better view. I’m exposed. Vulnerable. And my bratty beta has no mercy.

He smacks me hard and fast until my cheeks glow red and hot. The fall of his hand is careless, spanking my pussy as much as my ass or thighs, and tears well in my eyes until he stops abruptly and rubs the sting out, turning it to liquid pleasure until I’m clenching and desperate.

Slick and seed run out of me as he palms my throbbing, wrecked sex and glides a finger between my swollen folds in search of my clit. He finds it. Oh, does he find it. That long, thin finger strokes me until I’m rocking against him, my fingers digging into my thighs as I take the pleasure he’s giving me as payment for the pain. Panting, I cry out as the tension pulls taut and I come, my core squeezing around nothing as it tries to milk a cock that isn’t there.

“So wasteful even after you’ve been punished so beautifully,” he chides me, scooping up the leaking cum and slick and working it back into me. The tip of his middle finger hits my cervix, and I twitch as he adds a third finger inside me, stretching me wide. Readying me for what’s coming once the others come home.

“Did you know we discussed who gets to take your ass’s virginity tonight?” He pulls his fingers from my pussy and drops them lower, teasing my tight hole. “Sam and I flipped a coin, actually.”

Tom leans over me, his weight pushing my legs into my chest and crushing the air from my lungs. “Guess who won?” His grin is full of a feral delight.

I whimper, a strangled sound, and his grin widens, showing off white teeth. He’s as beautiful as he is frightening when his bright green eyes take on this manic gleam. His weight disappears as he gets up and grabs me by my wrist, pulling me from the nest. “Get up, luv. It’s time to prepare you.”

Tom bullies me into the bathroom, then sets me down on the toilet and warms up the bidet and its special attachment. “You will be done by the time I return, or I’ll do it for you.”

He leaves, and I do it, going through the now familiar routine despite this first hazy wave of my heat making my thoughts slow. My whole abdomen cramps as slick creeps out of me while I make myself clean, getting my ass ready for a cock when it’s only had fingers and plugs until now. Under normal circumstances, I’d be more scared than I am right now, but the heat makes me bold. It makes me ravenous for more. And more is what my pack will give me.

Through the crack in the door, I hear him talking. He’s on the phone. I dry myself off and finish and hover in the doorway for a moment. He didn’t tell me I couldn’t leave the bathroom, or that I had to wait for him.

The sight of my beautiful, perfect nest fills me with intense longing. I go and climb into it, shoving my face in the soft, fuzzy blankets that smell like us. The fake fur rubs against my heat sensitive skin, and something tight inside me relaxes. This is better. This is where I belong.

Tom comes back and walks over. He strokes a hand over my back and ass. “Are you ready, luv?”

I get to my knees and turn my head so I can watch him and I nod. “Mmhmm.”

He pushes two fingers into my pussy, working them in and out until my eyes slide shut and I sigh and then he pulls them free and presses one into my tight hole, easing it in. “Your slick is so convenient. All I have to do to make you drip with desire is rub you a little. Your pretty cunt is so greedy. Tell me, is your ass this eager too? Are you impatient to have us fill all your perfect holes?”

I moan as a second slick-coated finger joins the first, stretching me wider, and pumps until I’m rocking back on each knuckle until it’s fully seated. “Slick this for me,” he says as something nudges against my pussy. He presses it in, and cold metal steals my warmth. It’s one of my plugs.

He works it in and out in teasing thrusts that aren’t enough. Once it’s warm and coated, he pulls it free and presses it to my other hole, pushing it in. My ass stretches around it, taking it, until it’s seated. I groan once it’s settled, my backside stuffed full. He taps on the gem, checking its seating or teasing me. Probably both, knowing him.

“Perfect. Don’t move.”

Tom leaves my side, and I groan as I wait there, ass up and stuffed with an empty, slick dripping pussy. The sound of a shutter snapping lets me know he’s returned. Tom holds his camera up and lines up his next shot. He shifts around the room, then comes over and pushes me down onto my side, arranging my legs so they’re bent. I’m a doll, his little fuck toy, and he poses me how he wants me, taking photos and stroking my clit to tease me until I’m dripping. The dripping is his favorite, he says. As if the empty agony of my unfulfilled heat is some shiny new toy for him to play with as he pleases. And it does. It pleases him greatly. So he plays with me.

“Stand with your legs together. Just a little apart. Perfect.” He sits on the floor and brings his camera low, pointing it right between my legs. He swipes his thumb over my clit until I clench. Slick drips, splattering on my knee and calf. He pulls his hand back, and the shutter snaps repeatedly as he captures the shot.

“Tom,” I whine, so needy and empty except for the toy that teases me with every shift and fidget.

“What is it, luv?”

I grab him by his long hair and drag his face between my legs. “Pleeeeaase.”

He chuckles, puffs of his breath teasing my inner thighs. “Is this what you want?” He shoves his chin between my thighs and drags his tongue over my slit, lapping up my slick and humming as he swipes again, seeking more. “So sweet. I could eat you up.”

Yes. That’s the entire fucking point. I rock my pelvis against his face, my head falling back when his tongue probes between my folds and finds my clit. He rubs it until I’m panting and that familiar tension coils low in my pelvis again.

“Hmm.” I ride his face, staring down at him as he looks up at me from under long black lashes from his place on the floor. Everything pulls tight, and I hold my breath as I shatter apart and come undone, slick gushing out of me and soaking his face as he laps me through my orgasm and licks me clean. He pulls his face from between my legs and wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

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