Page 20 of His Prize
“Now,” he said against my ear, his voice so calm and certain. “Your punishment for allowing your team members to fluster you into making mistakes is that you don’t get to come.”
I moaned in disappointment, even as my heart sang with relief.
“Instead,” he said, “you’re going to get in the shower with me and wash your omega filth off my body.”
“Yes, master,” I said, panting.
The extra honorific just slipped out. Keiran was already more than an average “sir”. He deserved so much more from me.
“Good,” he purred, then tilted my head to the side so he could kiss my neck tenderly. He followed that by shoving me forward, slipping out of me as I caught myself on my hands and knees. “Get moving. Climb off that bed and crawl after me.”
I tried not to smile as Keiran shifted to get off the bed and walk into the en suite bathroom. He knew exactly what I needed somehow. He knew just the right level of humiliation I needed. It was like I’d been handed the grandest prize in the world instead of getting the punishment I thought I needed.
I scrambled off the bed and crawled across the bedroom floor and onto the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom. Instead of wallowing in the degradation, like I’d wanted to the night before, I just took it for what it was. I was showing my subservience andloyalty to an alpha who had given me so much more than I’d expected.
“Get in the shower,” he ordered, shifting so that he could lightly kick my sore backside with the side of his foot to push me forward.
The shower was one of the large, walk-in sort, so I crawled right in, stopped under the warm spray, and waited for my next command. The water seemed to wash away every bad, guilty feeling I’d been living with, swirling it down the drain.
“Now, start with my feet and clean me off,” Keiran ordered, standing in the spray beside me, his stance wide. “Wash me with your tongue first.”
I went right into the task, licking his feet, careful to reach every inch of him. From the outside, I knew people who would be shocked and appalled by the treatment my prince was giving me. It would look so wrong to anyone vanilla.
To me, it felt like I’d finally found a place where I could let go and give something valuable to someone who had just done something so wonderful and unexpected for me. I went hard right away, and by the time I licked my way up Keiran’s muscular legs to his crotch, he was hard, too.
My prince interrupted my task by forcing his cock into my mouth for a bit as the shower water continued to rain down on us. He groaned in satisfaction and tilted his head back into the spray, almost like I wasn’t there and he was just having a wank. That scratched a definite itch in me, too.
“Continue,” he ordered after a minute, without coming.
I went on with my task, licking him all over and reveling in his salty taste, combined with his wholesome scent. I’d never wanted to utterly belong to someone as desperately as I wanted to be Keiran’s. It was so far beyond any fantasy I’d ever played before.
He must have felt it, too. When I got to the point where I was standing and suckling one of his nipples after licking it, because I just couldn’t help myself, he grabbed my face and tilted it up so he could kiss me.
It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. There was so much want and so much affection in the way his tongue plowed into my mouth that I closed my eyes and let go of everything, just feeling the moment.
I could fall in love with this alpha. I could give everything to him and live the rest of my life at his whim. I’d even give him babies, if I still could at my age, if he wanted them, even though I’d never been interested in children before.
“I want you,” Keiran panted, pushing me back against the wet shower wall. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I felt drugged and happy, almost too much to fully absorb his words. It was so easy for him to lift me and tug my legs apart so he could thrust into me as he braced my back against the shower wall.
My hole was sore and used, but I loved having him fuck me again. I didn’t know where he got all that energy, not to mention all that cum, but I loved how insatiable he was. I grunted and moaned as the slap of skin against skin joined the spray of the shower. As good as the raw sex was, Keiran took it to a whole new level when he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me hard as he thrust.
I threw my arms over his shoulders, surrendering to everything he wanted from me. It was so sweet, so perfect. I was utterly his, without any will of my own, but I’d never felt so full.
He growled as his jerks turned more frantic, then demanded, “Come!” with his jaw clenched.
I obeyed at once, without quibbling over his earlier declaration that my punishment was denial, crying out as my orgasm burst through me. It felt so good that my cry of ecstasyturned into tears of relief as spurt after spurt joined the water flowing between and around us.
It felt different, so much sweeter than kinky, anonymous fantasy sex. I wrapped my arms and legs around Keiran as we began to float down from the intensity of the orgasm, letting him kiss me and kissing him in return. We were like two lovers enjoying each other’s company instead of a harsh master and his frightened slave.
When he put me down, it took a minute until I could stand on my own. Once I could, Keiran grabbed a sponge and the soap and proceeded to scrub everything nasty and bad from my body. The care he showed made me feel like he was cleansing my soul as well.
Once the shower was done, he dried me off with one of the thick, fluffy hotel towels like I was the most precious thing he owned. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to do anything but let him pamper me.
“Let’s grab breakfast,” he said softly, kissing my cheek and leading me out of the bathroom once he was done.
We both dressed in hotel robes, then headed out of the bedroom and into the main part of the suite. I wanted to go to my knees and just gaze adoringly up at Keiran once we were in the small kitchen area, but he pointed for me to have a seat at the table instead.
