Page 21 of Rut Bar

I barely think about it before I agree. “Yes.”

Anthony makes good on his promise and spanks me until the skin is hot, each slap like jagged glass. Despite the force of the spanking, he’s competent, and that’s sexy as hell. He keeps the blows to the curve of my ass and the dreaded, beautiful sweet spot. There’s nothing worse than an amateur spanker getting your hip bone because they can’t tell the difference.

This hurts too, but deliciously. It’s been a while since a guy did more than give me one or two halfhearted slaps when I asked for it during sex. But Anthony? Anthony is ruthless. The strikes get heavier until we both know I’ll bruise. I bite my lip and grunt with the next hard blow.

It’s only because I’ve worked with him for so long and I trust him that I’m able to let go and enjoy this. The man who force feeds me vegetables because he’s worried I don’t eat enough of them isn’t going to actually hurt me. And if he does, I’ll stab him with my stiletto and run. I’m fast when I need to be and ruthless when it counts. I’ve had to fight before when another foster thought he could take advantage since we lived together.

The next spank breaks the dam, and tears roll down my cheeks as all the stress and worry and panic leaves me in a flood of oxytocin and endorphin-saturated tears. He rubs me down, the sensation equal parts comforting and agony, as the over-sensitized skin tingles and burns.

“Saythank you, Daddy,” Anthony orders.

“I’m not saying that.”

“No?” He rubs me again, but this time with his short nails. The scrape of them on the overly-sensitive skin makes all my nerves light up. “That’s a pity. But I guess if you want more…”

I gasp, and he drags his nails over my glowing buttocks harder. I can’t take more, but I’ll be damned if I use my safe word the first time we play together. Especially not over something like a spanking.

“What do you say? Do you want more, or are you done?” he asks.

“Thank you, D-Daddy,” I stumble over the unfamiliar words.

I’ve never called anyone that before. If it were someone other than Anthony, I’d have probably laughed myself hoarse. There’s something about his energy, his dark vibe, that speaks of control and comfort. Like a collared tiger. Well trained, safe for the most part, but with an undercurrent of caged violence that makes petting it exciting.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

My reward is the kiss of his cock at my entrance, and I sigh with satisfaction when he hits the end of me and does it again. He sinks home and stretches me as I go limp and lie on top of Jamie.

I use the alpha as my mattress. Jamie’s chest rises and falls underneath my cheek, and his cock drags against my clit as Anthony fucks me, his hips slamming against my smarting ass. The smacks turn the pain into delicious pleasure.

My pelvis tightens as need coils, but it’s still too far out of reach. I’ve never had multiple orgasms outside of a heat and I already came, so the next one is going to be more difficult. I need more stimulation than this slow, luxurious drag. Need him to fuck me so hard I can’t think. If I start thinking, I’ll worry about how I’ve made a huge mistake I don’t want to stop and can’t take back.

“Fuck me harder,” I order.

He grunts and quickens his pace. Every smack of his pelvis against my bruised ass lights my nerves up like a Christmas tree, and Jamie’s slippery, hard cock adds enough pressure on my clit that I’m getting there.

“Damn, that’s good, baby. Squeeze my cock. Your pussy’s so fucking tight. I love the way you clamp onto me, like you don’t want to let me go. Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve stuffed this pretty pussy so full of cream it’s dripping.”

“I’m—fuck, right there—God, don’t stop,” I pant.

“Anthony, I’m close,” Jamie says. “I can’t hold it back.”

“Then don’t, babe. Come for me.”

Jamie tenses underneath me, and his knot knocks against my hole where Anthony’s buried deep. The alpha comes with a grunt, and wetness makes us both sticky as he spills his seed all over his belly and soaks me too.

Anthony chuckles again and leans back to get a deeper angle as he fucks me harder, each thrust dragging me over Jamie’s cock from knot to head. The bumps make my toes curl so hard that one of my heels falls off my foot.

“One day I’m gonna find your birth control pills and throw them out,” Anthony says. “Then I’m gonna make him watch me put a baby in you.”

Alarm flickers through me as I panic until I remember I’m on the pill and this is only preheat. “Are you insane?”

Even if I found my pack and I wanted to—and I don’t—I can’t have a baby right now. This is a pivotal moment for the club. Everything is riding on this audit and the next couple of years. Everything else has to wait.

“Been called worse.” Anthony chuckles, his cock jumping with each laugh as he continues to fuck me. “Don’t pretend you hate the idea. You got wetter. Listen to how wet this pussy is at the thought of me putting a baby in it one day.”

Despite my denials, my pussy tightens down on his cock. Typical omega breeding kink. We’re sluts for cum. Obsessed with finding safety in a partner or a pack and pumping out babies to keep them engaged. It’s in our fucking genes. Hardwired into our essence and reinforced one love-obsessed book or movie at a time.

The idea of Anthony trying to knock me up while Jamie watches makes my clit throb with every drag over the alpha’s cock. There’s only one surefire way to keep an alpha from breeding an omega during a heat and that’s abstinence. Alpha semen is aggressive. Hyperfertile. When both alphas and betas are present, it’ll always win.

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