Page 14 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

She hesitates, and the silence between us grows. The music pulses, a driving beat which pounds in time with my heart.

Eventually, she sighs and buries her face into the cross. “I’m scared I’ll like it too much. That I’ll never be able to go back to how I was before this.”

My hand stills. I wish to tell her I fear the same, but I must be a show of force, a commanding presence she can feel safe in. Resting my lips against the back of her head, I give her a gentle kiss and breathe in her scent.

“I understand your concern. But this is a one-time thing. A kinky one-night stand, if you will.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she grumbles. “Only I’m not getting laid. Just tormented.”

As the words leave her lips, I crash my palm against her backside. The strident tone of her yelp as she surges forward zips down my spine and settles deep into my balls. At her soft whimper, my knot swells and throbs.

Fuck. I’ve got it bad. And I don’t even know this omega’s name.

The question hovers on my tongue, but I’m already in too deep. I already want her too badly. A submissive omega justripe and ready to be plucked. It’s a pipe dream, really. One that I can’t afford to allow myself to partake in.

Knowing her name is just the tip of the iceberg. Then I’ll want to know everything about her, to devour every morsel of information until I know her just as deeply as I know myself. Where does she work? What friends does she have? Besides Kessily, that is.

Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts and concentrate on the squirming omega. “So disrespectful,” I murmur against her ear. “It’s as if you don’t want any pleasure at all. Just punishment. Is that what you want, little omega? You want me to punish you?”

I drift my hand lower, wedging it between her thighs. Soon, I’ll have them splayed open so I can touch what I want, when I want. For now, she resists me a bit, squeezing them even tighter together. No matter.

Dropping to my knees, I wrench her legs apart and fasten them to the cross, leaving her open and vulnerable to any invasion of my choosing. Her soft whimpers are music to my ears as she quivers there on the cross. She’s finally understanding that she has no power here.

Not unless she wants to call red. Again, I rise and press against her, letting her feel my massive weight against her tiny body. She gasps for air, heaving against me as her arousal swims in my veins.

“I can end this here and now, slave. All you have to do is say red. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to have my wicked way with you?”

“P- please, Alpha,” she moans, arching her ass into me. “Please. I need. I… I need.”

“What, my little slave? What do you need?” My voice isharsh, raspy as I slide my fingers around her hip to cup her pussy through her dress.

Just as I thought. Soaking. She rocks her hips back and forth, seeking pleasure on my fingers, smearing her arousal on me. With a chuckle, I pull away and walk around the cross so she can see my face.

Bringing my fingers up, I watch as her eyes glaze over as I taste her. Sunshine and fucking ripe berries. God, but this omega tastes far better than she has any right to.

“Such a naughty, willful little slave. You don’t get pleasure without my permission. Now stand there, still, like a good girl, while I punish your delectable ass.”

Her pupils widen as she sucks in a breath. She looks so innocent, so vulnerable. A flush pinkens her cheeks as her lips drop open. “Please. I… Please, Master,” she groans. “Punish me.”

“You beg so fucking sweetly,” I growl against her lips.

But I pull away before I can kiss her. That way only lies madness. Besides, she has another set of lips I can kiss before tonight is over. As I ease back, her face falls forward, as if she, too, wanted that kiss. Steeling my resolve, I walk back around where I can’t see her lips parted in expectation.

Yanking up her dress again, I tuck the hem into the band of her bra, keeping it out of my way. With one hand, I grip the white, virginal lace of her underwear and hold it taut. Her ass is a thing of beauty. Round, smooth, a blank canvas for me to paint with my hand.

The moment my palm connects to her other cheek, she jumps up on her tippy toes, as if she can somehow escape me. But there is no escape. Not unless she says red and chooses to leave.

But I can’t think about that now.

I need to concentrate on giving this newb the best scene possible. That way, she’ll know better what she wants for the future. I strike the opposite cheek, drinking in the sounds of her discomfort.

All the while, I keep a close check on her body, her movements, and her scent. The instant any of that shifts and morphs into fear or discomfort, I’ll stop and check in. For now, she seems to enjoy my rough treatment, despite how she howls and carries on.

After smacking the underside of both cheeks, I slide my fingers under the hem of her underwear and across her slick lower lips. She’s so fucking wet. Behind the confines of my suit pants, my cock pulses as precum pearls to the tip, smearing across my lower abdomen.

The need to taste her overrides all logical thought. Dropping to my knees, I unzip my pants and free my erection. Though I will not fuck her, there’s nothing saying I can’t find my own relief.

I sit on the floor,putting her pussy right in my face. Like a man famished, I lean forward and inhale her arousing scent. It makes my mouth water.

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