Page 14 of His Reward
He underscored his words by slapping my already red and sore ass hard, splattering slick over the back of the bench.
I groaned at the flash of pain that hit me, but it also had my cock standing at full attention. He added the pain of my arms being released from their tight restriction as he moved them forward and massaged my muscles to get the blood flowing again to the overall glut of sensation. The whole thing sent my next heat wave speeding at me. I didn’t usually have them so close together and they weren’t usually so intense, but Boston made everything so much more vivid for me in every way.
“Fuck, you are a little slut, aren’t you,” Boston said, halfway in character, as he removed the contraption from my lower body, pulled me off the bench, and carried me to the side. He reached around to cup my tight balls and straining cock as he carried me to the curvy chaise. “Does Daddy know you’re gagging for his worst enemy to put his baby in you?”
I whimpered and tried to get back into character, but as Boston straddled the chaise and reclined in it with me in his arms and his full alpha cock rigid and ready again, all I really wanted to do was be his mindless fuck-toy.
And the part of me that had grasped onto the new idea wanted to give my father the middle finger by bouncing on that cock until I was bloated with seed and had painted Boston’s chest with my own cum. It would serve him right for thinking of me as nothing more than his ticket back into the spotlight.
“Another heat wave already?” Boston asked, his eyebrows inching up a little in genuine surprise as he reached for the bottle of spermicide on the table beside the chaise.
“I need it,” I panted, wriggling in my efforts to find his cock under me so I could impale myself. I smeared slick all over his thighs and the chaise in the process.
“You need it?” Boston repeated tauntingly, mostly back in character. “What do you need, boy?”
“Your cock,” I panted as he squirted a huge dollop of spermicide on his hand. “Your seed.”
“So Daddy’s good boy is a cock slut after all?” he asked, using three fingers to push the spermicide up into me.
I answered him with an obscene sound and bore down on his fingers as they spread me.
“Oh, you want to be fisted, do you?” he asked as he worked the spermicide deeper.
I paused, my heart hammering fast. For an omega, being fisted by an alpha was considered one of the most humiliating things that could be done to you. I have no idea why or when society decided that, because having a big fist stretching you and rubbing against your prostate was like heaven to me. It had to have something to do with a fist mimicking a knot, but without actually being fucked. Like you weren’t worthy of an alpha’s cock, even though he made you submit.
Whatever. I didn’t care. I wanted Boston in my body in any way he wanted to fuck me.
“Please,” I moaned, jerking on his fingers inside of me.
Boston growled with lust, but instead of going ahead and pushing his entire hand into me, he pulled out, grabbed my hips, and moved me so he could thrust up into me.
I cried out in ecstasy, bearing down on him as his thick spear pushed up hard into me. It felt entirely different without the condom. I could feel his skin, absorb all the hormones that skin-to-skin contact gave me. It was like I’d been waiting my entire life for that moment when he filled and claimed me.
“Fuck, Lucien,” Boston grunted, thrusting harder and deeper into me.
The immediate contact must have done something for him, too. I thought he was going to split me in two with the force of his thrusts. My hamstrings ached as he pushed my thighs wider so he could go deeper. His cock head pounded against the openingof my womb, causing a whole other level of sensation that had me losing my mind.
And then it happened. He reached up to rake his fingernails down my sore, welted back, and I went incandescent. The slice of pain added to the pleasure building in me, and everything exploded. My womb opened up as he punched past its tight opening, and it felt like my soul blossomed into some kind of blazing flower with it.
I’d had a few breeding orgasms in my life, but none of them had ever been like that. I screamed with the pleasure of having Boston so thoroughly inside me. I felt every burst of his seed as it hit the long-dormant part of my core, ballooning it with his essence. My vision went black, then filled with colors as the most essential parts of us blended. When his knot formed, locking us in that bliss, I thought I was going to lose my mind.
I don’t know how long it went on, it seemed like forever, but when awareness of the world around me finally returned, I was limp and splayed across Boston’s chest. Both of us were panting, and we were still joined. Every breath caused pleasure to reverberate through me again. I could feel his cock inside me, its head trapped inside my womb, as intensely as I could feel my own body.
“Wow,” Boston gasped. “If I’d’ve known…wouldn’t have…condom.”
I was too far gone to laugh at his comment. I was way too deep into subspace, too. I existed for him. My body was a sleeve for his lust and nothing more. All I wanted to do was please him and earn the reward of carrying his baby for my efforts.
I blinked. His baby? No, that wasn’t what I wanted. Maybe someday, but I had a world-class skating career to get through first.
Boston grabbed my sore ass in both of his hands and squeezed. “Worth every penny,” he growled, thrusting a fewtimes, even though his knot was going down. “But I don’t feel any baby in there.”
I gasped and pushed up a little as a real wave of shame coursed through me. I had to blink it away and remember the forced breeding was all part of the scene, we were playing, and none of this was real.
It felt so incredibly real.
“You know what that means,” Boston went on.
He pushed me so that his softened cock slipped out of me, a fountain of slick and cum leaking out as well and making a mess of his groin. “No, no!” I panted, but not because of the punishment I knew would come next. The line between fantasy and reality was way too blurred in my head.
