Page 139 of Rut Bar

Once her toy’s knot is deflated, I step aside so Veronica can scoot out of the way while I sit Jamie on the floor and start working on his knots. I pull the quick release loop between his shoulders that keeps everything secure and watch the slack move through the rope as everything loosens. It takes a quarter of the time to untie him, as it did to rig it all.

I take his jingle bell from his fist and set it aside, then massage his joints, checking his blood flow and sensation. His blindfold and gag are less important, so I save them for last. Satisfied that he’s okay, I finally take them off him. He blinks against the bright lights in the office as his eyes adjust. The rope is a tangled mess around him as he sits there and recovers. This is my least favorite part of rigging.

“How are you?” I ask him.

“Good,” Jamie answers. “Sleepy.”

I ruffle his hair and grin. “Let’s get you cozy. The blanket,” I tell Anthony, pointing to my bag. “He needs cuddles.”

Anthony pulls the fuzzy blanket from the bag and takes over Jamie’s aftercare while I see to Veronica. She’s already slipped the vibrator out of its harness and now she’s picking at her rope. Not doing a good job of it, either. She’s making a complete mess of the knots as she tries to figure out how to get out of her tie.

I tsk, and she startles. “Naughty girl. I’m going to have to dock one of your gold stars,” I tease her as I step between her legs and pry her hands off the rope. She opens her mouth to say something sassy, I’m sure, but I silence her with a kiss. I don’t want her sassy right now. I want her sweet.

Veronica leans into it, so I deepen it, my tongue tangling with hers. Can she taste herself on me? Blood and sweet oranges? I nip her bottom lip before letting her go so I can tug at her quick-release knot and unwrap her. If I grope her in the process, well, that’s just a hazard of the hobby.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” I ask her.

She nods and I gently nudge her closer to the desk. My palm encompasses the entire back of her neck as I spin her around and force her to bend. She takes Jamie’s place, her cheek pressed to the desk and her rump in the air. She’s gorgeous. Rope marks make indents in her skin. My fingertips ghost over them, feeling each divot along her sides and under the delicious curve of her ass.

“You’ll stay however I put you, won’t you, pretty girl? So I can give you what you’re craving right now.” I position both of her arms at the small of her back and use my foot to knock her legs further apart. “I don’t need my ropes to tie you down and make you sweet for me.”

Veronica nods, her head turning to one side so she can watch me. But she doesn’t move when I let her go. Her orgasm and the bite have made her compliant and fuzzy. Almost docile.

Between her thighs, she’s soaked. I stroke her swollen clit and tease her hole until she fidgets and bites her lips, her breath coming out as a frustrated huff until I ease two fingers inside of her and pump.

“Oh, fuck,” she sighs, her hips twitching to push back on my hand while I finger her till she’s tensing.

“That’s the idea.” I chuckle. The sounds of my belt buckle opening and the zipper sliding down are loud. I empty my pockets onto her desk and shove my pants down far enough to free my cock.

I don’t need to stroke my cock to bring it to full mast. It’s already rock hard from tying up the both of them. Still, I smack the head of my cock against her pussy. Spank her clit with it and watch her groin muscles tighten. Coat it in the slickness of her gathered arousal.

Sinking inside of her is bliss. The gust of her exhale and moan as I bottom out, sublime. Through the bond, I feel her urgency. Her neediness. She likes being filled. I go slow. Tease her. My cock slides in and out, her wetness soaking me. Her cunt is hot, wet bliss.

“That’s good, sweetheart. Look at how well this pussy takes my cock. Like it’s made for me.” I pry her buttocks apart so I can watch the way my cock sinks inside of her pussy. How she swallows me up as I push deep, hit the entrance of her womb, and make her take all eight inches of me. She’s so tiny. How she takes this much cock in such a small package is a mystery. Omegas are magical.

Her arms slip as she fidgets in her attempt to push back onto my cock. To make me go faster. Harder. But she’s prostrate on the desk. Under me. And she’s not in control right now. I am.

I return her arms into place at the small of her back where I want them and wrap my hand lightly around her wrists. Firm enough to keep them where I want them, but not so tight that she couldn’t knock me free if she struggled.

Still, there’s a brief flicker of alarm through the bond. I lighten my grip so my hand isn’t closed, just resting over her crossed wrists. “That’s a good girl holding still for me,” I reassure her. Let her know she’s safe. She’s mine. I’ll protect her, even from me. Because that’s what a good alpha does.

I let her go, my fingers going back to the divots impressed in her skin, and she relaxes. Her reward is a deep, smacking thrust that makes her suck in air. While her back arches to tilt her ass up, her crossed arms never move. She’s working so hard to stay where I put her while my cock does its best to make her forget everything but the way she stretches to fit me.

I palm the globes of her ass, spreading her wide until my fingers dig into her skin. I hope they leave bruises in the shape of my hands. A reminder of how thoroughly she got fucked for days until they fade. “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at how well this pretty pussy takes all this cock. I bet you want to come all over it. Milk it dry.”

“Yes. I want to come again.” Her walls flutter around me, but I don’t need to feel their movement to know she’s close. I can tell through the bond how she’s already spiraling. That taking her from behind, mounting her over her desk, slotting her under me in Jamie’s place, unseats her and tips her sideways right into subspace. The head of my cock slides over her sweet spot if I angle it right. I fuck her like I made her fuck him. Hard. Deep. Fast.

My knee aches, but I ignore it. I’ll ice it later. She’s worth a little pain. Worth a lifetime of the misery that came before our meeting. My sweet reward.

This, her submission, our bonding, is worth any amount of pain. I’d endure worse for her.

I fuck her sweet spot. My aim is focused through the way our bond sings and her breathing turns rough. Her cheeks turn pink as she flushes. Not much longer now.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Come on my cock. Let me fill that pussy.”

When she shatters, her panting turns into moans. I don’t stop. Not when the pleasure coursing through her leaks through our bond and almost triggers mine. My nostrils flare as I bite back a grunt and focus on my breathing.

Not yet.

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