Page 28 of Laurels and Liquor

“More, more,” she moans, her grip on my head almost painful.

I whimper, closing my eyes and letting her guide me to where she wants me, sucking and licking with everything I have in me. Her legs shake and I moan into her slit, dipping my tongue as deep as I can go. As I drag it back out, her walls close hard, harder than ever before, and I whimper.

“I’m so close, so close. Right there,” she pants, legs coming to lock around my head.

I circle my tongue around the spasming muscle, and I’m rewarded with a shouted curse in her beautiful, elegant voice. I keep going, determined to do my best to please my Domina, to do exactly as she says. Her shouts echo off the walls, so loud I’m sure people three floors away can hear what I’m doing to her, and then all at once, she shatters. A fresh wave of her juices coats my chin and mouth, but I drink down as much as I can. With her legs locking me in, I keep going, as she clearly doesn’t want me to stop. Her whole body shakes when I suck on her clit again, and she arches up hard, her heels digging into my back before she goes limp. I slow my pace to languid passes over her entrance, cleaning her up as she’d instructed. Her muscles pulse with her climax, and I have to hold in my satisfied little smile.

“Were you lying to me before, sweetness?” Lex pants, swallowing hard.

I look up in question, wiping my chin with the back of my hand. My heart kicks a little at the implications, fear making me tense. She looks at me for a long time, and then she sits up and leans close.

“You really haven’t done that before?” she asks, tone genuine.

I shake my head, eyes watering as my mind whirs into a panic. “No, Domina, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

She caresses my cheek and I lean forward, mouth open in preparation to apologize again, but the warmth in her eyes stops me short. She leans closer and kisses my hairline tenderly.

“No, lovely girl. You were amazing. And you’ve more than earned your reward,” she says, purring deep.

My eyes light up and I grin up at her, her praise making my heart soar and stomach dance. Before I can think better, I reach up and wrap my arms around her waist in an embrace, burrowing my face into her chest and inhaling deeply.

“Thank you, Domina,” I whisper into her skin.

“Kneel on the bed for me, facing the headboard,” she instructs.

I rush to obey, only stopping to kiss her cheek as I stand, and I move into her requested position.

“Are you going to want my knot today, lovely?” she asks mildly from behind me.

I hesitate, biting my lip. Ever since the day in the living room where I watched Lex have her wicked way with Lucas, and Rhett described the toy she uses to turn her lock, the tightening of muscles in her pussy that keeps a male omega cock inside, into a knot, I can’t say I haven’t been curious. Even now, just the mention of being knotted makes my primal instincts roar with desperate desire.

“I do, Domina, but… please don’t bite me. Even if I ask,” I answer at last.

“That’s not a problem at all. Hands above your head for me, please.”

I jump as I realize she’s climbed on the bed behind me without my notice, but I do as I’m told. She slides leather cuffs onto my wrists, her touch gentle as she makes sure they’re secure before guiding me to reach up toward the lattice of metal that spans the space above the mattress. There’s a soft metallic click, and my wrists are secured to a hook I hadn’t seen before. My breath catches as she nudges my knees apart, and I look down to see her strapping some sort of harness to my thigh.

“You have my permission to come as often as you want today. But you have to thank me every time. Do you understand?”

I barely hear her words as I stare, transfixed by the vibrator wand she’s sliding into place in the harness. It’s perfectly positioned over my clit, and with a few tugs, it’s strapped down tight, and I know without needing to ask that no amount of thrashing is going to shift it now.

“Yes, Domina,” I gasp, remembering she asked me a question after a moment.

My only warning is her low chuckle, and then she flicks a switch and my body lurches from the sudden, intense pleasure flooding my system. I’m so turned on by everything that’s happened so far that it doesn’t take more than a few moments before I’m at the edge, whining and gasping for air. My instinct is to hold on, to not give in until I’ve asked for permission, and it takes me a moment to remember that I’ve already gotten it.

“Thank you, Domina. Thank you, oh God, thank you,” I moan, long and loud as my climax crashes down on me like a tidal wave.

She purrs in my ear, still kneeling behind me, so close I can feel her body heat, and occasionally her breasts brushing against my back. Her hands come up to my breasts as my orgasm stretches on and on, with no sign of slowing as the vibrator continues to hum. I want to pull away, to ease off the pleasure for a moment so I can recover, but even as I twitch and buck, the wand moves with me. It’s not long before another orgasm tears through my body, and my thanks only comes out in a thin whisper.

Lex’s touch barely distracts me for a moment before even that is drowned in a sea of pleasure that’s rapidly turning to pain as my over-sensitive body peaks again and again. I stop fighting against the wand after a fifth orgasm, hanging limply with my head thrown back. Staring up at the ceiling, my mind floats as I almost go numb. I only twitch and mouth my thanks as a sixth and then a rapid seventh climax pulses through me.

“You are so beautiful like this, my lovely little omega. Absolute putty in my hands.”

Lex’s voice seems to come from somewhere far away, and I can only manage a dull whimper, my pussy pulsing as yet another orgasm breaks free. But then I feel a touch on my swollen, dripping entrance and I jerk back, arching from the new sensation. But the hand moves with me, a slim finger slipping inside of my pulsing core with no resistance. And as it strokes and thrusts, the wet squelching sounds of flesh on flesh make my heart twist with feral joy.

I’m pure need, solely desire, and it’s easy to slide away from my body and let the part of me that wants to submit and obey take over. I can’t form words, only pathetic whimpers and whines as the alpha beside me plays my body with ease. She wrings me out completely of every drop of pleasure I’m capable of producing.

“Alpha,” I moan, peaking again.

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