Page 40 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

Though I’m not one to believe in fate, something tells me our meeting wasn’t by accident. She’s not who I would have asked for, but somehow, I can’t see myself living without her. I close my eyes, a smile drifting across my lips.

The sun poursinto the room, casting a golden glow against my bride’s naked body. She lies there, splayed, as if no one else has to share the bed. Shaking my head, I force the chuckle to stay in my throat so I don’t wake her. Not yet.

Grabbing the hank of rope off the nightstand, I take my time, easing her limbs apart as I tie her down to the bed. She already gave me permission to take her. All I have to do is indulge.

With her thighs spread apart, I can easily lie there and feast, breaking my fast with the sweet taste of her slick. Groaning into her pussy, I lap at her as if she’s the last bit ofwater in a vast desert. I slide my hands underneath her ass, cupping her as I bring her closer to my face.

Her soft moans are music to my ears, making my balls tighten as my knot tingles. I can’t wait to be inside her, but first, I want her coming on my mouth and tongue. I want her to wake up knowing I own her and her pussy, and no one will ever take that ownership away.

She squirms in her sleep, her breaths coming in small pants. Soon, she rocks her hips back and forth, her body tightening as I devour her. Sliding my fingers into her pussy, I groan against her slick flesh as she clamps around them.

Mumbled words full of incoherency fly from her lips as she jerks about, her body writhing as pleasure floods her system. Her cries are thick with sleep as she wakes up, unsure of what’s happening or where she is. Pulling back, I watch as her eyes flutter open and look around.

“Good morning, my bride.”

Before she can say another word, I reach down and stroke Jessica’s clit, sending her over the edge. Her erotic screams pelt my skin as she bows up, jerking against her bonds. Still, I continue to stroke her, forcing her to come again and again.

“Please, Devin,” she whines. “I can’t take anymore. Please.”

I pull my fingers away from her clit to smack the sensitive flesh, sending a jolt through her. She howls and bucks into the air, her body desperate for more bites of pain. A smile eases over my face as I smack her again.

“Is that how you address me in private, slave?” More slick gathers at her entrance at my words.

“No, Master,” she cries, her voice tinged with hysteria. “Please, Master. I can’t take it. Please.”

Smirking, I withdraw my fingers and lean over her,making a grand show of licking each digit clean. “Mhhhh. You taste like ambrosia. You are my nectar of the gods.” Her pupils dilate at my words, making my cock pulse. “One day, I may not be so merciful. I may tie you there and torture you with orgasms. What do you say to that?”

“M- maybe, Master.” Her voice is so small, so far away.

Such a responsive little omega. Alec was an idiot to treat her the way he did. No matter. She’s mine now, and I plan on worshiping every inch of her even as I make her cry out in desperation.

Kneeling between her thighs, I drag the head of my cock, engorged and swollen with abject need, down her soaking slit. With a groan, I tease her clit once more, torturing me as well in the process.

Her pained whine as she jerks away from me only causes me to crave her more. Gripping my thick base, I ease the tip into her entrance. She looks up at me, holding her breath as she tenses.

Smiling down at my beautiful bride, I ease my free hand up to her chest. “Just like the club, my little newb. I need you to breathe for me.”

This time, her face screws up into a frown. “You’re just as much a newb as I am at this.”

Leaning forward, I chuckle before sliding my lips over hers. “In fucking an omega, yes. In making you see heaven while still residing on earth, I happen to be a pro. Or do I need to force another orgasm out of you before I consummate our marriage?”

“I… Uh…”

I ease in just a touch more, making her breath hitch. “Think quickly, my little slave. I want to fuck you with everyfiber of my being. You twitching beneath me only shatters my calm one little clench at a time.”

At my words, she flutters around my tip, drawing a lurid groan from my lips. She answers in kind, arching up, drawing me in a touch deeper. I allow her this time. Seeing as it’s her first, I’m more than willing to let her set the pace.

“Please, Master,” she whimpers. “Please fuck me. Make me yours. Stop tormenting me.”

“Well, when you beg so nicely, I suppose I can oblige.” Sliding my hand up, I cup her neck and press lightly. It’s not enough to choke her, but to let her know I’m still in control. “Breathe, baby. I’m not going any deeper until you breathe for me.”

Like a good girl, she takes in a deep gulp and blinks up at me. Her expression would be adorable if things weren’t so erotically charged. I give her a wicked smile as I push myself forward even more, stretching her out around my shaft.

Her eyes roll back into her skull as she undulates beneath me, forcing me deeper inside her. She feels like heaven wrapped around me. Electricity zaps through my brain as I draw out, ignoring her needy whine.

This will be the first time I’ve ever knotted someone. The enormity causes my balls to clench and said knot to tingle with anticipation. Until now, I have never allowed myself this luxury. Mostly because betas find knots difficult and painful.

As much as I love causing delicious agony, I draw a line at actually harming someone. But Jessica is different. She’s an omega. Her body is built for this, built for me.

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