Page 19 of His Prize
“Keiran,” he answered as if he’d been awake for hours, watching me sleep.
I smiled. Whether he’d actually been watching me sleep or not, I liked the idea. It was possessive and borderline creepy, but it felt right to have my owner watch me sleep.
“Keiran,” I repeated with a smile. “Keiran the high school soccer coach.”
“No,” he corrected me in a voice that felt like iron wrapped in velvet, “Keiran your master.”
I sucked in a breath as my inner omega shivered. The induced heat had passed, but I was still horny for this enigmatic young alpha who had messed me up…and put me back together.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed out. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’d better be,” Keiran said, shoving me out of his settling embrace.
I would have felt bereft if he hadn’t pushed me to my back, wedged himself between my legs, forcing them open, and pinned my wrists above my head like he had before, leaving me vulnerable to him.
My cock immediately went hard. Fantasy or no fantasy, bitter confessions of failure or not, I was right where I needed to be. I was naked and still messy and crusted from being fucked through a mini heat, a powerful alpha who had purchased me to be his cum dump pressed his large body down on me, and my soul felt like it had been turned inside out after everything that had been said.
And it felt so good, so right. Without the crushing, guilt-ridden feelings of self-loathing I’d begun the fantasy with. I still had a hell of a lot to work through where my failures at work were concerned, but the visceral need to be punished harshly was gone.
What remained was the pulsing, throbbing need to be thoroughly owned by Keiran and to subvert my will to his.
“Yes, sir,” I sighed with a strange, new feeling of contentment. “I am yours, yours to use as you see fit.”
Keiran grinned above me, affection and lust in his eyes. “That’s better,” he said.
He stroked a hand up my side, his eyes devouring the flushed and aroused state of my body. He played his hand over my hardening cock, bringing me close to orgasm and then leaving me panting and desperate. Then he raked his fingernails up my body to pinch one of my nipples. When I groaned to show him the pleasure and pain he’d caused me, he slammed his mouth over mine in a dominating kiss.
The whole thing completely did my head in. Not just the physical pleasure and pain, but the mental conflict and contrast as well. Nothing had changed in terms of what I’d done and how I felt about it, but somehow I could manage it with my prince-owner. He’d made so many good points about how my coworkers had let me down, how they’d wanted me to fail, and how one bad day didn’t mean I was a terrible controller or a useless omega.
Maybe I didn’t deserve the pleasure or care Keiran was showing me, but that wasn’t up to me to decide. He was my owner, my master. I felt what he wanted me to feel.
“I like having a fuck-sleeve in my bed in the morning,” Keiran growled, pulling back and using his immense strength to flip me over to my stomach. “It’s the perfect way to take care of morning wood.”
Before I could completely orient myself to my new position, he yanked my hips up, shoved my legs open, and pushed his thick cock into me. My hole was sore from the mini heat and I had the faintest echo of an aversion to touch that generally came after a natural heat, but all of that taken together felt so good, despite hurting, as my master used me.
I surrendered my body to Keiran, moaning in time to his thrusts as he punched into my guts. He made me feel like a thing, his precious thing, as he hummed with pleasure while fucking me. It was a total paradox that I felt completely relaxed as the stinging pain and throbbing pleasure of the frictionbetween our bodies encompassed me. All I could smell was his autumnal scent, and all I wanted was to please him.
It was a place of peace that I hadn’t felt in ages, and when Keiran grunted as he came in me, tears of joy filled my eyes.
This was what I’d needed, not sharp blows that could leave scars and humiliation that eclipsed the self-loathing I’d already felt. With his kind, frank words and his overpowering, alpha body, Keiran had stripped everything that was mine, everything I’d been holding onto, aside.
When his orgasm finished, instead of pulling out and tossing me aside, Keiran used his incredible strength to rock back to his haunches, still lodged deep in me. The result was that I sat astride his thick thighs, speared on him, while he wrapped his arms around me and held my back tightly to his chest.
“Look at you,” he panted, gazing down the front of my body to where my cock strained out in front of me. “What a pretty omega, all hard and ready for his owner.”
I practically quivered with the need to come. Slick seeped from my hole, drenching his balls. I felt so dirty and depraved, but so good.
Then Keiran clamped one big hand around my tight balls and the base of my aching cock.
“These are mine,” he growled against my ear. “You’remypretty omega.” He shifted his other hand to press over my heart. “This is mine, too. You do what I say, you come only when I tell you to, and you feel only what I want you to feel, understood?”
I couldn’t help but let the tears of relief escape from my eyes. “Yes, sir,” I gasped, relaxing completely into him.
“Good.” He squeezed my balls until I yelped, then went on with, “You might control all the planes in the sky, but I control you. I’m telling you, it was your team who let you down, not yourself. Yes, you did something wrong, but I say how or if you should be punished for that, not you.”
Oh God! I felt like I was about to come so hard at those words. Yes! That’s what I wanted, and I wanted it so badly. Keiran owned me. Everything I was and did was for him. If he said I wasn’t to beat myself up over a bad day of work, then I wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.
Fuck, he was a good Dom! He’d bent me completely to his will in less than twelve hours! It didn’t even feel like a fantasy anymore. I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to give everything up to him completely and for real.
