Page 15 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Yanking the small bit of fabric to the side, I slide my tongue over her clit, tasting her slick, growling as the flavor explodes on my tongue. I groan in unison to her soft moans as my hands drift over my shaft. My balls draw up tightly, tingling with the need to spill my seed into her willing body.

It’s agonizing holding back, but we didn’t negotiate me filling her up with my cum. She’s not in heat, so pregnancy isn’t a concern. It’s just sointimate, so… raw and savage. I can’t allow myself even one thought of pumping my cum deep inside her lush little body.

My free hand drifts up to her entrance. Without even pausing, I slide two fingers inside her, invading her, and spreading her open. She gasps and tightens around me, drawing more precum to my tip.

How would she feel tightening around my cock and my knot? No. I can’t let myself think that way. Drawing my hand away from my pulsing shaft, I focus on the omega and her pleasure. That’s safest.

She writhes on the cross, jerking her hips back and forth, grinding on my face as I pleasure her. Desperation tightens her muscles around my head and perfumes the air, making my mind fuzz about the edges. Soft gasps morph into long, plaintive wails. Every now and then, as I pull away, I glance out at the club.

From around the room, others stop their scenes and watch, their gazes trained on the omega in the throes of pleasure. It fills me with a sense of pride, knowing I can make her cry out like this. Though what I’m doing to her isn’t exactly kinky, she’s gone a long way from not wanting anything to do with this to begging me not to stop.

She’s getting close. So fucking close. With each thrust, her inner walls quiver and clench as her moans become far more insistent and punctuated with each slide of my fingers deep inside her. But I’m not ready to let her come. Not yet.

I want to see just how far I can push her. I want her so desperate for me she can’t even think of going back to her vanilla life again. Granted, I won’t be the one to explore that with her. My heart clenches at that thought, and I force my brain to put it away for later.

Dragging my fingers out from the warm haven of herbody, I stand up, zip and straighten my pants, and walk around to the back of the cross so I can look deep into the omega’s eyes. Already they’re glassy, glazed over as subspace threatens to overtake her. So responsive, so needy, and so perfect.

For someone else.

I want to pull my gaze away from hers, but I find myself stuck. Her lips part as she looks up at me, hope and wonder in her eyes. How easy would it be to lean down and kiss her, to make her mine? What the fuck is wrong with me?

As much as I want some distance between us to get my raging hormones under control, I can’t just leave her on the cross. Motioning to one of the dungeon monitors nearby, I point to my bag near the sitting area.

“My elk flogger, genital flogger, and my black paddle, if you please.” Their faces light up with a smile as they nod and rummage through my bag.

The omega, however, seems as if she hasn’t even heard me. Her eyes still gaze up at mine like an adoring slave wishing to please their master. I can’t wait to see how submissive she is once she gets the first taste of my leather.

Once the dungeon monitor comes over, it’s as if cold water splashes on her, waking her up from a stupor. She looks up at where her hands are bound, then back at me. Her brows furrow as she yanks her wrists and ankles, desperate to be free.

“Why did you stop?” she whines, the plaintive note skittering on a nerve.

Whiny brats are not my thing. Yet, for some reason, I can’t wait to hear her beg some more.

“It’s my prerogative as your Master. As I’ve said, you’ll come when I allow you and not before.” Grabbing the genitalflogger, I hold it up in front of her face. “Be a good slave for me, and I’ll let you come on my leather. How does that sound?”

She wrinkles up her nose as if she’s smelled something disgusting. “Depraved,” the omega finally spits out.

Unable to help myself, I tip my head back and laugh. The sound is so strange, so foreign, that many of the other dominants turn and look, as if they can’t process the sound coming from my lips.

“It’s a good thing we’re in this club then. All sorts of depraved things happen here.” I hang the short flogger onto the wrist restraint where she can see it and focus on the pleasure coming later. “This is my elk flogger. It’s got more of a thud than a sting. You’ll probably like this more than the others I own.”

My cock twitches as she runs her fingers over the falls. I bite back a groan as I picture her touching me like that, her fingers tentatively trailing across my sensitive skin while she’s cuffed and bound. As if she can discern my thoughts, a light blush pinkens her cheeks as she bites down on her lower lip.

“It’s so soft,” she murmurs. “I don’t know what I expected, but this wasn’t it.”

“Want to feel it on your backside?” My heart slams in my chest as I await her answer.

“Yes, Master. I think I’d like that.”

CHAPTER 6

JESSICA

My fingers drift up and down the soft leather, my head spinning as I study the beautiful purple color. So far, everything this Alpha has done to me has felt exquisite. Would this be any different?

I turn my glance over at the smaller flogger hanging from my wrist restraint. It’s so short compared to the other one. How could it be effective? I know he called it a genital flogger, but that doesn’t mean anything to me.

The Alpha’s eyes darken even more until I’m unable to tell the difference between his iris and pupil. Alec would get that way at times, but very rarely. Only when he was about to go into a rut. Is that what’s happening now?

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