Page 12 of His Reward
“Please, I can’t…I can’t….” Lucien wriggled in pretend panic.
He stopped moving with a jolt as I positioned myself behind him and smacked his already sore ass hard. I liked the way his skin turned even redder and the way his whole body quivered with the pain, so I slapped him again. The volume of slick sliding from his hole and dripping to the floor seemed to double.
I needed to get the condom on immediately and the spermicide bottle open or we were likely to have a real pregnancy accident.
“Yeah, you want it,” I said, ripping the corner of the condom box in my haste to get into it. “You can lie to me with your mouth all you want, but your hole is a hungry little slut.”
I ripped into a packet and slid the heat condom on so fast that for a second I was worried I would break it. The thing stayedintact, mercifully, and the cap on the spermicide bottle flipped open easily. I nearly fumbled that as well as I squirted some into Lucien’s hole, causing him to flinch at the cool feeling, then tossed it aside.
It was a crying shame that I had to be sheathed for this. The spermicide was the best on the market, usually only available to the Emergency Heat Support alphas from Bangers & Mash, and nearly foolproof, but “nearly” wasn’t responsible enough in a situation like this.
“Mine,” I growled, positioning myself behind Lucien, deliberately spreading his sore, red cheeks in the most humiliating way possible, then pushing into him.
Lucien let out a loud cry that was followed by shorter, guttural cries in time to my thrusts. I’d done a great job of positioning my phone. It captured everything as I pounded into Lucien. The angle made me look powerful and large behind him as I gave him everything I had, but it was the look of glazed ecstasy on Lucien’s face, eyes rolled back in his head, mouth open with drool spilling over his red lips, that caught my attention.
If I really did have plans to make an illicit video to send to a rival mob boss showing me fucking his son’s brains out, that would have been the perfect one. I was almost sad I hadn’t actually hit record so that I could watch the whole thing later and jack off to it. Lucien would have made even the most popular porn actors blush with his sensual abandon.
It was so good that I completely overdid it with the force of my thrusts. I pounded into the side of the chaise hard enough to knock my phone clear off the side. At that point, I didn’t care. The orgasm that swelled up and swallowed me was so powerful that even with the condom, I felt like I was touching heaven.
My knot swelled, locking me and Lucien together, and I bent over him, pumping hard as what felt like a gallon of cum spilledinto the condom. Those suckers were designed to hold back a tsunami so I knew my little swimmers weren’t going anywhere, but damn, I wished they’d fill Lucien’s womb and take hold.
As soon as my orgasm wrung itself out, I collapsed over Lucien, covering his body like a huge, sweaty blanket. I was too overcome at first to worry that I might be suffocating him with my weight, but as soon as I was aware enough to consider that, I felt the string of squeezing shudders that passed through Lucien’s body in time to his grunts and moans of pleasure. Omega bodies tended to go a little crazy with orgasms during heat. It was Nature’s way of encouraging them to get pregnant. When they had an alpha knotted in them those orgasms grew even more intense, but I’d never felt anything like the intensity of Lucien’s orgasms. They made his scent so strong I wanted to lick him like he really was an ice cream cone.
We’d barely finished the first wave, and already I wanted him again.
“What do you think Daddy is going to say about that?” I panted against his ear.
I stroked his side, not to be tender, but because I knew it would cause aftershock orgasms. Sure enough, Lucien’s body jolted again and again as refracted pleasure tore through him over and over. He sobbed like each burst of pleasure had been forced out of him, but instinct told me an entirely different story. Lucien was in sex heaven.
When my knot finally deflated, I pulled gingerly out of Lucien’s warm, enveloping hole. It felt like leaving the one place where I knew I belonged. The condom was so full it made me laugh, and it was borderline embarrassing to take it off, tie the end, and walk it to the trashcan in the corner of the room to dispose of it.
Lucien was still catching his breath when I returned to the chaise.
“Did you accept my seed?” I asked harshly, though the question felt a little ridiculous.
Lucien froze, then squeezed his eyes shut like doom was coming for him. “No,” he moaned.
I grinned and reached for the clips of his wrist restraints, freeing those, then grabbed a handful of his hair so I could pretend to wrench him into a standing position when really, I carefully helped him to his unsteady feet.
“You know what that means,” I told him, heart beating faster in anticipation of the next phase of our scene.
“I…I can’t control that,” he gasped in a panic as I bent to unclasp his ankle restraints. “I can’t justbepregnant.”
I straightened and closed my hand around his throat, like I had earlier. “Then you’re just going tobepunished,” I said, mimicking his tone.
Lucien groaned, but again, I could see the spark of desire in his eyes as I pulled him over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
I made a mental note to send whoever had matched me and Lucien a bottle of wine or something. They’d hit one out of the park by pairing us. I was loving every second of this play, and we’d only just gotten started.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucien
After years of hard playing, I didn’t think anything could surprise me anymore. Boston proved that wrong in a heartbeat with just a few growled words.
“What do you think your father would say if he could see his little golden boy now?”
It was a good eight hours after the end of the auction and I’d had three heat waves so far. We’d relocated to the other side of the room, where there was some furniture that I was certain wasn’t standard for a ski lodge suite. Boston had me tied up like a pretzel, arms completely immobile behind me, my lower body fastened into some kind of metal frame that kept my thighs and my ass spread wide open and indefensible. My head was pulled up and back by a band around my forehead that forced me to watch every push and thrust Boston made in the large mirror in front of the bench where he fucked me.
