Page 11 of His Reward
Instinct told me I’d accidentally stumbled onto some family drama and daddy issues.
I almost changed my mind and decided to leave the father thing out of our scene, but I couldn’t think of what else to anchor the scenario I’d come up with. So I did the only thing I could think to do. I swung my paddle and whacked Lucien’s plump, round ass with it.
Lucien cried out, and as soon as I pulled back, beautiful, bright pink spots began to form from the impact. It was so fucking gorgeous that I smacked him again.
“When I fuck a hole, I like it to be decorated in pretty colors,” I said with my full, dark Dom growl.
If I’d had any qualms about impact play with Lucien while he was in heat, they vanished as I noticed the blob of omega cum running down the side of the chaise between Lucien’s legs. Just two blows and I’d smacked an orgasm out of him.
I smiled and grabbed a handful of sweet, pink ass, causing Lucien to flinch. “You liked that, boy, didn’t you?” I asked, all gruff and nasty.
“No,” Lucien lied in character. “Please don’t hurt me. I…I….”
I rocked back and paddled him again, holding nothing back. Lucien cried out, then moaned. I made him gasp harder by roughly shoving two fingers from my free hand into his already gaping and messy hole.
“Your father won’t get away with what he did to me,” I hummed, leaning over Lucien’s spread and bent body and pushing my fingers deeper. “I run this town. If he thinks he can take a bit out of my territory, then I’m going to take a bite out of his territory.”
I leaned down enough to bite the flesh of Lucien’s shoulder.
Lucien gasped and made a sound that had my cock rigid and aching once again. I was reasonably certain I’d forced another orgasm out of him as well.
Fuck, if he was that reactive at the very beginning of playtime, how would he be once I was balls-deep in him and had him knotted?
“I don’t know anything about?—”
I cut off Lucien’s attempt to deny what his fictional father had done by pushing two more fingers into his hungry hole. He made another strangled cry of pleasure-pain, which had me ready to run into the other room to get the spermicide and condoms. It was driving me crazy not to be inside this omega, filling him with my seed and forcing life to take hold?—
Whoa. I had to stop myself and pull back to take a breath. I’d never had my alpha instinct scream so hard within me while playing a scene. Even taking a step back and just looking at his messy hole instead of feeling it had my inner alpha panting and champing at the bit. Maybe the DFC people had done their job a little too well. I could feel how compatible Lucien and I were.
“Should we take a picture of you like this and send it home to Daddy?” I asked, shifting so I could shove my slick-covered hand in Lucien’s face. “How do you think Daddy will react to see his sweet little boy gagging for my cock?”
“No! Don’t tell him. I…I’m not here willingly,” Lucien panted, right back in character as much as I was.
“I think he needs to see this,” I said, leaving the paddle on the chaise near his face and stepping around to head to the bedroom. “I think he needs to see all of this,” I called over my shoulder.
I yanked off my clothes in record time and left them on the floor. Maybe I could get Lucien to pick them up later as part of the scene. I grabbed the bottle of spermicide and the box of condoms from the bureau, but I also fetched my phone before bringing everything back into the main room.
Lucien pretended to struggle in his binds but went still as soon as I set the spermicide and condoms on the table where he could see them. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked, in tears again.
I’d never thought I was the kind of Dom who got off on tears, but Lucien’s did things to me. That or maybe it was the way his eyes snapped hungrily to my thick erection.
“What do you think I’m gonna do?” I sneered. “I’ve got the only son of my biggest rival spread and gaping for me in heat.” I leaned close to him, grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his head up, and finished with, “I’m gonna force my baby into that ripe womb of yours, whether you want it or not.”
Lucien gulped and moaned, the pupils of his glassy eyes turning huge. So the forced breeding scenario was going to do it for him, eh?
A beat too late, he sobbed and started to struggle. “No! I don’t want your baby. My father would kill me. No!”
“You don’t have any choice in the matter, boy,” I said, reaching for my cell phone. “You’re gonna open that whore womb of yours and let me fill it with cum.” I tapped on my phone, opening the phone app and switching it to video, then tapping to reverse the screen so we could watch as everythingwas filmed. “Every time you make it through a heat wave without conceiving, you’ll be punished.” I propped the phone up on the other, curving side of the chaise.
“P-punished?” Lucien asked, his lithe body quivering as I moved back and reached for the box of condoms.
“Harshly,” I said, pointing to the table with my toys.
Lucien saw them and moaned. He might have been trying to sound terrified, but I knew what a pain-slut sounded like when I heard one.
“If you want that pretty skin of yours to stay porcelain-fine, you’d better open up that womb of yours and invite me in.”
It was a dumb thing to say. Omegas didn’t have control over whether their tight and finicky wombs opened to accept an alpha’s seed. Granted, the more compatible an alpha and omega couple were, the more likely it was to happen. And it was possible for omegas to get pregnant without the opening to their womb dilating wide enough to let the tip of an alpha cock inside. But it was more fun to play around with the idea that Lucien would be punished for deliberately not getting pregnant.
