Page 52 of His Reward
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lucien
There were no words to describe the relief I felt, not just after Boston took me through that first heat wave, but after the five-minute conversation we had in the trough between two waves. It was amazing how much of a difference satisfying my omega biology made, but also how even the shortest conversation, when it was honest and open, calmed irrational worries and put fears to rest.
“It’s going to be a big one,” I panted as I rolled away from Boston, my body already on fire again and aching to be filled by my alpha. I pushed up onto my hands and knees and rocked slightly as I gasped for breath. “Oh, God, this one is strong. Boston!”
“Are you making demands of me, boy?” Boston answered, pushing off the bed and standing in front of me. His tall, powerful body, still smelling of sweat and smoke and his rich alpha scent, made even stronger by the sex we’d just had, wasgorgeous. Just the sight and smell of it had slick oozing from my hole.
Better than that, though, was the decisive way Boston threw us right back into the play scene he’d started earlier. It was bliss. I loved being his boy, his unwilling submissive slut. It unchained all the worry within me and gave me permission to just be his hole to fill.
“I—” I swallowed hard, my mouth watering as I focused on his thick cock with its flared head and loose skin at the base from where his knot had expanded just a few minutes ago. “I need?—”
“You need what I tell you to need, omega,” he snapped, grabbing a handful of my hair and wrenching my head up.
The skin around the scars on the left side of my face and neck pulled and itched. I still had his dried cum on my cheek and around my melted ear from my first wave, which added to the itchy feeling. I might have been self-conscious if not for the look of unbridled lust in Boston’s eyes. I knew, down to the center of my being, that he didn’t see my scars as something repulsive, as something that had changed me. He just saw an omega he wanted to fuck.
I loved it. All the tight, jagged things I’d been holding onto inside loosened and faded away as he gripped my hair to the point of pain with one hand and forced my mouth open with his other hand before shoving his cock between my lips. My tongue was in the way at first, but I relaxed it and let him push to the back of my throat, filling me and nearly triggering my gag reflex despite the way it was dampened for heat.
“All of it,” Boston growled, his voice tight with pleasure and an impending orgasm I could practically feel. “Swallow all of it. That’s what I bought you for. You’re just a series of holes for me to fuck.”
That’s all I was, and it was a blessed relief. I didn’t need to worry about scars or weakness in my body. I didn’t have to careabout my horrible father or the way he’d betrayed me in the skating world. I didn’t have to worry about getting my life back in order or whether it was even possible for me to train for the Winter Games again in three years. I just needed to feel the burn in my jaw as my mouth was invaded, then swallow the thick, salty cum Boston shot down my throat.
I loved it. My body reacted with omega ecstasy as my alpha’s seed filled me, setting off chemical reactions within me that soothed and pleasured me. Boston pulled out before his orgasm was done, shooting the last of it over my face. I loved it when he did that. It left me marked and messy, but the touch of humiliation had me leaking from my hole and my cock.
“That’s more like it,” Boston panted, stepping back and looking at me.
I was still on my hands and knees, flushed and sweaty with heat, my face painted with his cum and my thighs shining with slick. The way Boston rubbed the bottom half of his face with one hand and his damp cock with the other told me I probably looked like some of the particularly wicked porn I’d seen. I found myself hoping he’d take a hundred dirty, humiliating pictures of me in the state I was in and force me to look at them all while he called me a whore.
Boston had other ideas, though.
“You think your body is marked up the way it is now?” he asked, sidestepping to the closet where I knew he kept his toys. We hadn’t played with them yet, but I’d stumbled across them one day while looking for a place to hang my clothes. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I watched as he took out a pair of restraints joined by a heavy chain, then returned to the bed. He yanked me off the bed and to my feet, which had me whimpering and pleading, but mostly because I wanted to stay on the bed so he could fuck me through the increasingly intense heat wave.
Instead, he fastened the restrains around my wrists, then pushed me over to the corner of the room where there was a discreet hook in the ceiling. He was tall enough to reach the hook, and he dragged the chain connecting my restraints up until I was on my toes. Once he slipped a link from the chain onto the hook, I was stretched with my arms above me and my feet barely touching the floor.
“Yeah, you like that,” Boston said, giving my straining cock a few strokes before bringing his hand around to push his fingers past my tightened glutes and into my aching hole. “I bought myself a slutty little omega who likes it rough.”
He most certainly had, but I cried and moaned like I didn’t absolutely love everything he was doing to me.
The only thing I didn’t love was how he returned to his closet as my muscles stretched and strained and my hole gushed. My entire left side pulled and flared with pain as my scars were stretched to their absolute limit, but a quick peek above me showed that Boston had attached the chain to the hook very much off-center so that my left side had more give to it. My heart beat faster at the realization there were adaptations we could make to playtimes to accommodate my new limitations. Just because my body wasn’t what it used to be didn’t mean I couldn’t?—”
That thought was blasted out of my head as the blows of a heavy flogger rained across my back. The shock and dull ache were enough to focus me back into the moment.
“Yes, that’s what I want to see,” Boston said in his full, sadistic Dom voice. “Lovely stripes to go with the scars.
He struck me again, and I jerked forward. The dull throb that rose up on my right side made the burning pull and itch of my left side feel almost good. Boston struck me again, aiming lower so he could bring the falls of the flogger down across my ass and thigh. He was so careful with his aim and so precise with theintensity of his blows that he barely touched the tender, healing skin of my left side.
It was incredible. My senses all flared to life and the urgency of my heat pulsed powerfully within me. My hole leaked so much slick that I could hear it in the wet slaps of the flogger’s falls as Boston punished me. My hole felt like it was gaping wide, desperate to be filled, and my womb screamed to be entered.
“So fucking beautiful,” Boston growled, tossing his flogger aside and moving flush against me, one arm going around my waist.
His hips were at exactly the right height so that when he lifted me, the head of his cock pushed against my hole. My legs weren’t restrained in any way, and the edge of his bureau was right in front of me. As soon as I pulled my legs up and planted my feet on the edge of the bureau, spreading them wide, he thrust up into me.
I cried out as his impossibly thick cock rearranged my insides. It felt so good that I spread my legs wider and leaned forward slightly, sticking my ass out and bearing down on him as I did. That gave Boston everything he needed to hold me in an iron grip and pound into me to the hilt. The head of his cock slammed mercilessly against the entrance to my womb, causing jolts of pleasure-pain to rush through me that triggered a series of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.
And then it happened. My womb gaped open, the head of Boston’s cock pushed through, and I screamed. His knot burst full, locking us together, and he made the most ungodly, primal sound as his seed began to pump into me. My womb clamped down on him, trapping his head and every drop that shot out of him inside me as my whole world burst into light and ecstasy.
