She was mine, and even bratty as she was, she knew it too.
I pushed for one more to see if I could. “Arms behind your back.”
This time, she hesitated, a little whine of frustration rising in her chest, but her arms had moved before her mind could catch up—enough that it was easy for me to take her wrists in my grip. I took the two golden hoops attached to her cuffs and pressed them together, easily locking them in place.
She tugged on them, body suddenly tense as she understood her predicament, but I was already lifting her hips, so she was properly over the desk. She was so small, it meant her feet only touched the ground by the tips of her toes. It also meant, with her hands bound behind, she couldn’t move.
Taking advantage of that, I rested my weight against her legs, so she couldn’t shift even an inch backward, and twisted the chain in my hand, dragging her toward me. She whimpered, feeling my hard-on pressed against her heat as I forced her to arch.
“You don’t seem the kind of Omega who has a hard time fighting Alpha commands,” I taunted, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. She struggled as my free handwrapped around her body, slipping between her dress and twisting her nipple.
She let out a high-pitched sound that was half vicious, half pathetic, as I lowered her down and straightened, not freeing her from feeling my arousal.
“Do you know how hard it is, not to fuck your sweet little holes when they’re all laid out for me like this?” I asked, using my palm to press her dress up over her hips, revealing the smooth pale skin of her ass.
Fuck.
It would besoeasy.
One movement and I would be stretching out that cunt like it was begging for. I could see the glistening slick barely contained by the black lace thong.
Instead, I shifted it out of the way, dipping a finger into her glistening pussy to the sweetest whine of shock.
“You hate me so much, but you’re always so ready for me.”
I held the chain firmly in my grip, not enough to drag her back, but enough for her to feel it, then dipped into her again.
She was panting, body tense as she was violated without control, arms still cuffed beneath her back. I drew my finger out, taking my time playing with her clit until she was squirming beneath me, fighting desperate sounds that kept slipping out.
“You came for me so many times last night,” I said. “You were begging for it, wriggling against me every time I touched you.” I used the thumb of my free hand to begin pumping into her this time while I circled her clit faster.
She was shaking, biting down on pitiful moans as I treated her again. When she was right on the edge, tense and shaking, I drew back.
She bucked, turning her head, and I saw the fury in her eyes as she cussed me out.
I grinned, picking up the last thing in the black box. She belonged to me, and she would match all over, so the toy I drew from a little velvet bag was gold just like her cuffs and collar.
She went still as she felt the cool metal brush the glistening slick at her entrance before I pushed the dull tip into her cunt.
“What are you doing?” she asked, voice strained.
I drew it away, tugging her thong down over her thighs, and then returned to dipping it into her a few times until it was glistening with her arousal. Next, I secured her hips with one hand before lifting the toy higher.
She went absolutely still as the golden plug nudged her backdoor.
“Knox…” She sounded nervous.
“Relax,” I told her. My thumb dropped down to dip into her cunt, and I slid two fingers of the same hand around the thinnest part of the plug, finding it easy to apply pressure.
“What are you doing?”
“Playing with my pet,” I said, pressing down on the toy. She wriggled, utterly helpless on her tiptoes, arms cuffed behind her.
I paused the pressure, drawing back just a little before reapplying it.
“Wait, Knox—Ugh!” She cut off as the tip popped into her tight little hole, keeping it open as I pressed it further.
“I’m going to fuck you with this. You’re going to come, and then you’re going to wear it all night for me.”