Page 42 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

When he pulls her off, she’s breathing heavily. Not only can I hear it, but I can tell by the rise and fall of her shoulders.

“Show me you can follow instructions,” he says, and she must stick out her empty tongue because he pats her cheek and mutters, pleased, “That’s a good girl.”

His eyes are still green, and I don’t know how he’s resisting going into rut. I’m having a hard enough time of it just sitting in this fucking chair.

“Let’s see how wet choking on cock made our little slut.”

My chest soars at the use of “our,” and I don’t even try to fight it. It feels too good.

“Show me,” Ecker orders.

She finally unclasps her hands and slips one between her thighs. When she withdraws it, I can’t help but move to the side to see.

She holds up two fingers, shiny with slick, and my stomach drops with need, my tongue thirsting for a taste.

Ecker’s smirk is devious as he tells her to make them even wetter. My hands ball into fists as I watch her arm move back and forth and hear the wet sounds of her fingers in her pussy.

“You promised to do everything I said,” he reminds her when she takes them out again, a wickedness flashes in his eyes.

“I did. And I will.” Desire is prominent in her voice, but there’s still a hint of trepidation.

“Yes, you will,” he says in a chilling tone, then he sits on the bed and stretches out one booted foot. “I want you to finger your ass and polish my boot.”

Quietly, confused, she asks, “What—”

“‘Yes, sir’ is the only thing I want to hear out of your mouth,” he interrupts curtly, then emphasizes with a pointed look at her then his shoe. “Polishmy boot.”

There’s a weighted moment while she processes, and then she says breathily, “Yes,sir.”

He picks back up the dangling end of the belt then leisurely—arrogantly—leans back to rest the other hand on the mattress.

Heat crawls up my chest and neck as she spreads her knees and scoots forward to hover over his leather boot. My body feels like it’s overheating and my lungs burn, flames streaking in my veins.

She rolls her pelvis forward to drag her dripping cunt over the toe of his boot. I will my heart to stop pounding so damn loud so I can hear the soft, breathy moans she makes as she rocks tentatively back and forth. But it’s a damn near impossible task when she leans forward even more so that she can slide her slick-coated fingers behind her.

“Jesus . . .” I can’t help but exhale as they disappear into her ass.

She moans softly and wiggles back, testing. At first, her movements are slightly awkward as she tries to acclimate to the new sensations and position. But after a few moments, she seems to slip into the pleasure of it and rolls her hips in seamless tandem with her fingers.

She grinds unabashedly for more, mewls and whimpers spilling uninhibited. It’s a beautiful, wild sight.

And the more she arches her back, the more of her glistening pussy I can see. Her lips are puffy and pink, pearled witharousal. Her scent has filled the room, invaded my lungs, my goddamn bloodstream.

I swear I can taste her on the back of my tongue. The salty, musky, and fucking divine flavor like a ghost here to torture me. Seeing and tasting something I can’t touch. My body is burning up.

Maybe I am in hell.

But I don’t think hell is supposed to feel this good.

“Such a dirty little thing,” Ecker muses, pulling me from my tortured spiral. “Only a whore would get off on someone’s shoe. And while finger fucking your own ass, no less.” He chuckles with dark delight.

He tugs on the belt to make her look up at him. “You really would do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” There’s desperation in her voice.

“Then make yourself come on my boot.”

She removes her fingers from her back hole and leans forward onto both palms, so she can grind harder and more accurately into the leather. Her throaty moans become harried, and she rocks more intently.

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