Page 10 of His Prize
“Now let’s get you ready for when that Heat Lightning pill kicks in,” he said, grabbing me under the arm and forcing me up again.
Clever. He’d identified the pill he’d pretended to force me to take twice now. Which hinted to me that he actually did know what he was doing.
Another hint that he was an experienced alpha Dom was the way he took me into the bedroom, which had a whole other set of fun and interesting toys and furniture, and bound me to a funky little, curvy piece of furniture dubbed a Breeding Bed. It was designed so that an omega could be completely immobilized while spread wide, and it was adjustable so an alpha could use them comfortably in a variety of ways.
“No, no!” I panted, pretending I didn’t know exactly what was going on, as my prince hoisted me over the center piece of the bed, strapping my torso down, then fitting my head into the padded bit that would make it impossible to look behind me.
I pretended to struggle and thrash as he secured my arms in the holders out to my sides, then my legs in a frog position that left my increasingly wet hole open and defenseless. The bed was also designed so that my cock jutted freely below my hips, though there was an attachment that could clamp and restrict my cock and balls and make even heat orgasms difficult and painful.
I prayed that he would use that attachment, but instead, he gave my ass another stinging slap before coming around to the front of the bed.
“Do we need this?” he asked, fetching a gag with a ring that would force my mouth to stay open so he could throat-fuck me. “Or are you going to be a good boy with that mouth of yours.”
I wasn’t a fan of ring gags, so I moaned and opened my mouth, like I would grudgingly accept his cock in my throat. In actuality, the Heat Lightning pill was taking effect so quickly that if I didn’t get his cock inside me, one way or another, immediately, I might lose my mind.
“That’s what I want to see,” my prince said.
My vision was restricted to what was right in front of me, but that was enough to see that the Heat Lightning pill was starting to have its effect on him as well. Omega heat hormones were strong enough to cause intense physical reactions in alphas as well. It made them insatiable and reduced their refractory time between orgasms to almost nothing.
My prince was already hard again as he adjusted the bed to move my mouth right to the level of his cock. By the time he’d clamped the bed in place so I was utterly trapped, my heat wave had well and truly started. Instead of fighting and protesting, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, begging to get a taste of alpha before I went mad.
“Gorgeous,” my prince purred, shifting forward and guiding his big cock right along my tongue and into my mouth. “I lovean omega in heat. You’re all such sluts when your bodies get the best of you.”
I moaned in agreement as he thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. My eyes watered and my body ached and twitched in its extreme bonds. I was completely trapped, a hundred percent at this spoiled rich kid’s mercy, a degraded vessel for him to use in any way he wanted.
I loved it. This humiliation and dehumanizing use were exactly what I needed. I was miserable and useless. I deserved to be fucked and punished for my faults. All I was good for was giving an alpha a place to dump his cum.
I could have caused people to die.
As the bitter and the sweet swirled in on me with increasing intensity, my body and mind both trapped in agony I couldn’t escape from, I burst into tears of shame and ecstasy and let the pleasure and pain wash over me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Keiran
I’d had a hunch right from the start that Darby’s heat, even if it was an induced heat, would have a stronger than usual effect on me. Heck, Darby had had a stronger than usual effect on me from the moment he’d first been dragged out onto the stage and his hood removed.
I’d been right.
“Aw, yes!” I gasped, thrusting into his throat as Darby’s first heat wave washed over him.
It felt so good. Really, there weren’t words to describe it. Pleasure, of course, but something raw and instinctive that made every strand of my alpha DNA vibrate. Darby’s mouth was warm and wet around my thick cock, and the friction of his lips, tongue and throat sparked so much bliss that it spread through my entire body like electricity.
I couldn’t help but blast into a powerful orgasm, shooting cum into his swallowing throat like I had an endless supply ofit in my balls. The fact that I had Darby totally restrained and completely helpless as I used him made it even sweeter.
Of course, I wouldn’t have been a good, sadistic Dom if I didn’t save the last bit of my spend to paint his face and gaping mouth as I pulled out to observe my handiwork. It was a testament to how powerful Heat Lightning pills were that as I took a step back to drink in the sight of Darby, he moaned and strained in his bonds, his face contorted with the desperate need for more.
I stood there, palming my cock, which was already heading up again for a second round, while just watching Darby. His beautiful, svelte, omega body was contorted in a forced position that was both uncomfortable and deeply sexual. He strained and tightened against the bed’s restraints, his body flushed and sweating with heat need.
When I shifted slightly to the side, I could see slick dripping from his hole, sliding to the floor below him in a viscous stream. He’d come while sucking my cock, too, his thin, omega spend, painting the leather side of the bed. His cock was still hard and his balls still tight.
“Omega slut,” I panted, wiping a hand across my mouth as my tongue itched to drink his slick. “Look at you, bound and spread open like a whore, your face covered with my seed, loving every second of it.”
Darby made a sound of…grief?
I blinked and rocked back to look at his face again. It was contorted with misery. Tears had made lines through the drying cum I’d left on his cheeks from earlier. He fought to catch his breath and sobbed as he wriggled in his tight bonds.
My body, brain, and heart were torn in about twelve different directions. I didn’t know Darby any better than the other omegas I’d played with, but a sort of sixth sense was throwing yellow flags at me. Something wasn’t right with my omega fantasy-mate, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. It might even have been my imagination. Darby was an experienced player, and he might just have been so deep in the fantasy that his emotions were real.
