Page 18 of His Gift
My second induced heat wave slammed into me hard then. My cock lay rigid against my belly, and I planted my feet and pushed my hips up a little so Shawn could see how drenched I was for him.
“You’re a filthy little elf, aren’t you,” he growled, reaching for my wrist restraints.
I loved it. I didn’t care what roles we were playing. When he unclasped my wrist restraints and flipped me to my stomach, my mind went to that blissful, subby place that I loved so much. I cried out for a second as he pulled my hips back and shoved my knees wide, dropping me into the omega mating pose. Iembraced it fully, mentally giving myself to him as he plunged three fingers into my hungry hole.
He pushed and stretched my hole, adding a fourth finger, then a fifth as he worked deeper. I winced, then moaned with pleasure-pain as he pumped harder and deeper. Fuck. He was really going to go for it. Just like that.
I groaned loudly as his knuckles stretched me to the limit, then shifted into some sort of wild, garbled keening as his whole hand punched past any resistance I might have had. It was fast and artless, he could have drawn the process out and enjoyed it more, but I still had to give him high marks. My muscles tightened around his wrist, holding him where he was, and my entire lower body spasmed as I started to come in sharp, tight bursts.
“Fuck me,” Shawn growled with something between lust and wonder. He moved his fist inside me, wringing even more orgasms from my violated body.
I felt so dirty, so good. Shawn’s fist was about the size of his knot when it was fully inflated, but without a cock or the promise of seed that might take root and form a new life within me, the painful pleasure was a visceral insult. I wasn’t worthy of an alpha’s seed, only his possession. It was supposed to be the most humiliating thing that could be done to an omega, but God, I loved it.
“More, Santa, more!” I groaned as my heat wave stole the last of my sense.
Shawn gave me what I wanted and more. He moved his fist roughly, but he also clamped his free hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face into the pillow. I was his, his possession and his toy. I wasn’t Enzo O’Neill, omega with a thousand responsibilities, anymore. I was a place to put a fist or a cock.
But even as that glorious feeling washed over me and I shot thin cum all over the duvet, I knew I couldn’t do it. Not for real.Shawn wasn’t some random billionaire black market guy who would keep me as his sex slave. He was special, wonderful. He made me scream with pleasure when he pulled his fist out of me, lifted me in his strong embrace, and impaled me on his cock so he could fuck his knot into me.
Once that had expanded, locking us together, he clamped one arm around my chest and grabbed a handful of my balls with his sticky hand and thrust up into me hard, over and over, until we were both clenching with orgasms and making a total mess of the duvet. I was giddy with pleasure, especially as Shawn started to chant, “Naughty boy, naughty boy!” in time with his thrusts.
There was no way on earth I could sell myself to some random alpha to be used up when an alpha like Shawn existed in the world. For half a second, as he clamped my balls so hard it felt like he was trying to squeeze everything out of them, while my belly went soft with the volume of his seed, I wished the two of us were actually together and he’d really bought me for his very own.
All good things came to an end, and as sense started to return to me, I found myself lying in Shawn’s protective embrace off to one side of the bed, where the duvet wasn’t soaking wet. I could tell I wasn’t going to get another wave out of the Heat Lightning pill, but I hardly cared. That last one had been everything I’d needed and more.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Shawn panted. He hadn’t caught his breath yet, and his body was still hot and sweaty against my back. His rich, alpha scent enveloped me like the most comforting blanket I’d ever been wrapped in. “I can’t believe I actually had my hand inside you. I’m?—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I cut him off with a groan. “I loved it.”
“Really?”
“God, yes!” I twisted as far as I could with the two of us still knotted together to look over my shoulder at him. “I felt so incredibly full and filthy.”
“And you like feeling dirty,” he said with a growing smile, like he was starting to see the appeal.
“Heck, yeah. Don’t you?” I asked. “It sure beats being the good boy all the time.”
I hadn’t meant anything more than teasing with those words, but Shawn’s expression instantly changed. He turned more serious, but in an introspective kind of way.
“I loved it,” he admitted, as if owning up to a crime. “I loved the physical feeling of it, and I loved the way it made me feel powerful, merciless. It did something for me, seeing you spread out and laid low like that, and knowing that I did it and you couldn’t have stopped me if you’d tried.”
Now he was getting the idea of what it felt like to indulge in a sadistic fantasy.
“See why the Dark Fantasies Club is such a great thing?” I asked with a wicked grin.
“Yes,” he answered emphatically.
He did more than just that. He flexed his hips, pushing his cock deeper in me. His arm was still around my chest, and he reached for my balls again, clamping those as he thrust.
I wasn’t in heat anymore, but that didn’t matter. Even the very slight aversion to touch that followed an induced heat didn’t bother me. I wanted him to fuck me again like I belonged to him and like he didn’t care whether I wanted it or not. I wanted him to decide what I felt and what I got. I wanted to be his?—
The sharp ring of a cell phone shattered the moment. For both of us.
“What the hell?” I gasped.
Shawn was tense and heavy behind me. “Shit, that’s Walt’s ring.”
My brow shot up. Who was Walt? Was Shawn married? Somehow, that thought was deeply depressing.
