Page 3 of Omega Claimed

Oh Lord, why did that feel so good? The burning spanks made me push my ass out for more.

“Answer. Did you like your first fuck? Your very first alpha dick, ruining your little, pink hole.”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes, sir.” It didn’t even occur to me to lie.

A few more spanks landed on my ass.

“Filthy boy. You even like the spanking.”

On the next hit, I moaned. I did like it. So much. What was wrong with me?

“You’re my hole now, boy. I defiled you, and this young body is now mine to use whenever I want. I’ll come back, and you’ll always leave your bedroom door open for me. You’ll be ready for me.”

He hit me a few more times, then he stood.

“Stay like this.”

I knelt by the bed, naked, ass burning, my legs open, and my exposed hole leaking his cum, while he dressed, looking at me. My cock was hard again.

“I broke you in, and now you’ll be horny every fucking day. But this is my hole now. Don’t you dare let anyone else near you!”

Dressed, he crouched behind me and shoved two fingers into me.

“You’ll be dreaming of my dick, yearning for me to come back and fuck you hard and deep.”

He began sawing them in and out, rubbing over a bundle of flesh along the front wall of my hole, and in no time, I ached for another peak. Just as I was about to come, he pulled his hand out.

I cried out with desperation. The sudden emptiness was horrible.

Shrugging into his coat, he cast one last glance at my exposed body. Without another word, he left.

I knelt for a while longer, trying to sort out in my head what just happened.

The man had used me. He’d soiled me with his seed. Had I defended myself, he’d have taken me anyway. Gerald ruined me under my father’s roof while my father snored downstairs, drunk. If it became known, the disgrace would follow my family for generations. I was spoiled goods now. Defiled, tainted. I should be terrified and brokenhearted.

Except…

I liked it.

That dick moving inside me, pumping me with alpha cum, had been the best feeling I’d ever known. I’d been about to beg him for another taking when he’d left.

I was loose, my hole wet, my cock aching. Trembling, I ran my fingers over my opening. They snagged onto the stretched rim, so I pushed them inside. I groaned. It wasn’t the same, but with how sore I was, it felt amazing. Shoving my fingers in and out of my hole, rubbing the cum into my flesh, I gripped my cock. I made myself come again, thinking of the callous alpha taking my virginity and igniting a thousand fires in my body.

I tried to resist, but every night, I ended up putting my fingers inside me, thinking of Gerald’s dick. I couldn’t wait for him to come back. It took an entire week, but he came to visit again.

Trying to catch his gaze during the evening, I trembled with anticipation. He barely gave me a look, but in an unguarded moment, he brushed my hip with his hand as I passed him, and I knew he’d come for me. I kept refilling my father’s glass.When the guests began saying their goodbyes, I excused myself and went to my bedroom, leaving the door unlocked. I stripped, knelt by the bed, and waited. I was wet and ready.

It took a long time, but finally, Gerald came. He laughed when he saw me.

“Eager, are you?”

He spanked me, telling me I deserved it for being so shameless and waiting for him naked and wet like a filthy slut. When he fucked me, the burning skin on my ass enhanced my pleasure, and I was flying on the inside. His big dick pumped in and out of me with more power than last time—he’d been careful with me the first night. Now he didn’t hold back, and I came and came. He was ruthless, swearing at me every time I peaked, calling me nasty and a whore.

After that, Gerald visited at least once a week. He taught me how to suck his cock and swallow his cum. He began tying me up before fucking me, and I liked that, too. He bound my arms behind my back and ordered me to ride him until I came all over his chest. Then he ordered me to lick everything off and suck his dick clean. I loved the taste of my own cum, especially after it had been fucked out of me.

Another night, he gagged me with a cloth and beat me with a riding crop while fucking me. He called me his horny boy, his filthy, ruined virgin, fallen angel, and a nympho.

When he was satisfied, he’d watch his cum leak out of me, bring me to the brink of another orgasm with his fingers or the handle of his walking stick, then he’d leave. I would ache inside, dreaming of his cock, until he visited again.

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