Page 50 of His Reward
“I…I can’t,” he sobbed.
I had to think fast, assess what was really going on in my omega’s head and heart and whether I would be helping or hurting by demanding he reveal everything. It had to be done. Lucien’s scars were a fact of his life now.
“You can and you will,” I said, reaching for him.
Lucien panicked and fought a little as I pulled the sleeve on his arm off, then as I shoved him onto the bed and tugged at the bandage around his thigh. For a few seconds, I was worried I had taken things too hard, but Lucien’s cock stood up rigid and dripping, and the wet patch that formed on my bed told me that we were heading in the right direction, one way or another.
“When I say I want you naked, I mean that I want you completely exposed,” I said, tossing his thigh bandage to the floor.
Lucien wept and squirmed, making a feeble attempt to get off the bed. Through the haze of whatever proto-bond surrounded us, I could feel everything from shame to lust, fear to determination, radiating from him. More than ever, I felt like he needed me to take complete charge.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, grabbing one of his ankles and pulling him toward the edge of the bed when he flipped over and tried to scramble away.
He cried out and gripped the bedcovers tightly, but it was too late for him. The way I’d yanked him put his gorgeous ass on display for me. The left side had a bit of scarring, but the rest of it was a smooth, juicy treat that I couldn’t resist.
I smacked the right side of his ass hard, leaving an instant, red handprint. Lucien yelped, his entire body jolting. My cock jerked against the front of my trousers. Only then did I realize I was still wearing the thick, fire-resistant trousers that were a part of my firefighting kit. That had me grinning as I smacked Lucien’s ass hard a second time. Didn’t everyone love a man in uniform?
“You will not run from me,” I said, slapping Lucien’s ass again. I loved the way it jiggled and shone with slick.
Slick now poured down Lucien’s thighs as he muscled through the last of his resistance. I kept spanking him hard until he gave up his efforts to escape me and just lay there, face down on my bed. It probably wasn’t a mistake that he’d naturally fallen into the omega mating pose with his hips up and his head down, his knees spread, and shoulders pressing into the bed.
He was a gorgeous sight, all red and pink and messy with slick. That sadistic part of me even loved the fact that he was weeping openly now as he lay there in surrender. Knowing everything Lucien was battling inwardly, it really was surrender, which just made it sweeter.
“That’s better,” I said, pushing my suspenders off my shoulders, then unzipping my trousers. “That’s the way I like my omegas, defeated and dripping.”
“Please!” Lucien wept and panted, moving his hips a little in invitation. “I need?—”
I slapped his ass once more before continuing to undress in a hurry. “You don’t get to tell me what you need,” I told him. “This isn’t about you. This is about what I need, and right now, I need to come.”
I let my trousers and underwear drop to the floor and nearly groaned at the feeling of my cock springing free. I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside as well, then gave my cock a few strokes while Lucien watched over his shoulder.
I could have just positioned myself behind Lucien, thrust into him, and knotted him within a minute, but we both needed more than that. We were both hard players, and even though Lucien was out of balance and suffering, I knew what he really needed.
Instead of slotting in behind him, I shifted to the foot of the bed. My bed was just a mattress without any sort of fancy footboard, so the movement put my hips right near Lucien’s face. I reached over and yanked him closer to me while he was still in the mating position. He leaned on his right cheek facing me, which meant his left side and all its scarring was on display.
“That’s it, boy,” I said, stroking a hand over his scars as I shoved him back into the pose I wanted him. “You’re my property, bought and paid for, so you’ll keep yourself open to me. Now open that mouth.”
Lucien groaned and tried to hide his face in the bedcovers. I wasn’t having that and slipped my hand between his raised, red asscheeks to thrust my fingers into his sopping wet hole.
That had the effect I wanted. Lucien gasped and groaned at the pleasure I gave him as his heat need took over. As soon as he opened his mouth, I pushed my cock through his lips. Once he’d sucked my tip in, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed farther. It was awkward, but with my fingers pressing deeper into his gaping hole, I thrust into his mouth, making his moans garbled and choked.
It was so good. My omega submitted entirely, letting me use him as a fuck-hole. He was absolutely gorgeous with my fingers in his raised ass and his mouth stretched around my thick cock. His sounds of grief and pleasure and surrender added vibration to the tight wetness of his mouth, and in no time at all my body throbbed into orgasm.
“God, yes,” I growled, letting him swallow me for a few seconds before pulling out so I could rub the last of my cum out all over his face. “Such a good boy.”
Lucien gasped and groaned, then stuck his tongue out to try to lick some of the cum that now painted the left side of his face. The coverlet under his hips was such a mess of slick and his cum that I would probably have to throw it out and get a new one. I didn’t care. The fact that my rough treatment had made Lucien come was bliss.
“I have more in me,” I panted, pulling my fingers out of his clenching hole and moving to stand behind him. “This is why I like my omegas in heat. You fill my balls with an endless supply of cum, and I want to stuff you full of it whether you want it or not.”
Those last words were ridiculous. It was clear Lucien wanted it. He gripped the bedcovers and arched his hips higher for me once I was behind him. His hole was a dark pink, gaping mouth dribbling slick down his thighs, and his slender cock bobbed rigidly under him with his desperate, jerking movements of invitation.
I couldn’t resist that invitation, but rather than plunging right in, I knelt behind him and ran my tongue up over his taint. Lucien let out a cry as thin cum shot from his cock, then cried even louder when I thrust my tongue into his hole to taste him. I couldn’t get enough of him as I slurped and licked and thrust my tongue over and over into him. His slick covered the lower half of my face, but I didn’t care, he was just so sweet.
I couldn’t hold back a moment longer. I stood so fast I nearly toppled over and grabbed Lucien’s hips hard. I pulled him back right onto my leaking tip, and with a minimal amount of guidance, I thrust mercilessly into him.
Lucien screamed out and gripped the bedcovers so hard I thought he might rip them as I pushed deeper and deeper into him. I wasn’t kind or gentle. He didn’t want or need that. I fucked him like a madman, concerned only about bringing myself off using his body. The friction was amazing, but lessened slightly by the sheer volume of slick pouring from him.
When I was as deep as I could go, I cried out loud enough to wake the neighbors as my knot swelled to lock us together and as what felt like another gallon of cum shot out of me and up against his closed womb. I kept moving, sending him into wave after wave of orgasm, until I was so wrung out that my legs wouldn’t support me anymore.
