Page 9 of His Prize
“What?” I panted before I could think of a better answer.
Then I couldn’t think at all, he thrust a third finger into me, sending my senses reeling and nearly making me come. It felt so good to be violated that way. I wanted more. I wanted his wholehand up there, even though being fisted was one of the most humiliating things that could be done to an omega.
“I said, we need to make this pretty, needy hole of yours wetter,” he growled into my ear. “I like my slaves dripping and gagging for my cock.”
“I—”
He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass, which was sorer than I’d been aware of, thanks to his consistent flogging.
“Yes, sir,” he snapped. “You say ‘yes, sir’ when I speak to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, like maybe he was starting to break me.
He stepped away from where I was bound to the cross. That gave me a moment to feel the burn and sting across my back, shoulders, and ass. It was a little disconcerting to realize how much I’d drifted as he’d played with me. I needed more, though. I needed real, harsh punishment, not some kid playing Dom. Maybe I would safeword and call the scene off. Maybe Caden could find a more sadistic Dom who would rip the skin from my body and make up for all those lives?—
The cruel slice of a cane across my ass not only jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts, it had my cock jerking with the confusion of pleasure-pain.
“Pay attention, boy!” my prince shouted.
“Yes, sir!” I gasped as I let the remnants of the cane blow reverberate through me.
I was expecting more bittersweet blows from the cane. I craved them. But instead, my prince started to undo the binds holding me to the cross.
“No!” I gasped, not wanting it to stop so soon.
My prince straightened from freeing my ankles and slapped my welted ass, causing me to cry out.
“You don’t tell me no,” he said as he started in on one of my wrist binds.
I caught a brief glimpse of his expression as he worked. He was concerned. Like, genuinely concerned. I cursed myself for, once again, letting anxiety and stress get the better of me. I needed to hold it together so this alpha would give me what I needed. I needed something harsh enough to make up for being an utter failure.
“Now,” my prince said once I was freed from the cross. “Let’s really get this party started.”
He grabbed my arm and dragged me across the suite to the kitchen. It wasn’t much of a kitchen, really, but it had a small fridge, a sink, a few cupboards, and a stove with two burners. For half a second, I couldn’t breathe as the thought that he might burn me with that stove somehow hit me.
Instead, he shoved me to my knees as soon as we reached the kitchen tiles, then…fetched a glass and turned on the sink?
I was confused, to say the least. It wouldn’t have been the first time a fantasy partner had stopped in the middle for refreshments, but we’d only just started this fantasy, and my prince still had the vibe of a sadistic master. His cock was half hard again, too.
My confusion continued until he opened one of the cupboards and took out a small bottle with a few pills in it. Then my fear response kicked in again. I wasn’t into being drugged and fucked, though I knew some omegas who were. I had one sort-of-friend whose fantasy was to be drugged and used by multiple alphas. Hey, whatever floated his boat.
My prince fished one of the pills from the bottle, then grabbed my jaw with his other hand to tilt my head up.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, holding the pill up.
I blinked. He held the pill in such a way that I could see the markings on it. HL. Heat Lightning.
A shiver went through me. My prince wanted to force me into a mini heat. The prospect had me shivering with expectationand my hole twitching and leaking, like it was eager to start producing heat levels of slick.
“What is?—”
I didn’t get any farther than that. My prince took advantage of my open mouth to pop the pill inside. He then reached for the water and tilted my head back in such a way that I would be forced to swallow it and the pill.
Not that I would protest swallowing a pill that would give me a mini-heat.
“There,” he said once I’d swallowed a few times. “There’s no better way to teach a boy how to please his master than by making him want it just as badly.”
I gasped for breath once the pill was down and knelt there on the floor, gazing up at him. Geez, he had to be half my age, maybe not even that. His body was strong and muscular, but his face had me wondering if he was still in high school.
