Page 15 of Primal Claim

He must have heard her as she shifted on the couch, because he suddenly appeared over the edge of the couch, looking down on her. In one hand he held a glass of water, and she tried not to get distracted by his bare chest. “There she is.” He flashed a wicked grin at her as she struggled into a sitting position. “How are you feeling, Omega?”

Chastity struggled for words for a moment before shaking her head.

He walked around the couch, setting his glass down on the coffee table before sitting next to her and cupping her tits with both hands. “It’s been six days, Omega. You should be starting to come back, by now.”

Six days?Surely it couldn’t have been that long.

Chastity whimpered as he kneaded her breasts, his touch still cool to her skin even as it stoked the fire between her legs. Then she gasped when his fingers captured her nipples brutally, squeezing down hard. The bite of pain shocked her, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“You’re coming down, all right. You can feel pain again.Realpain.” He twisted her nipples cruelly and Chastity whimpered, hands lifting up in preparation to push his hands away.

He tutted at her, shaking his head. In a flash, one of his hands released her breast and wrapped around her wrists, locking them together before she could move them more than an inch or two. She stared at her wrists, his long fingers a vise around her skin. She tried tugging away from them, but he may as well have bound her wrists with actual handcuffs.

“Stop, you can’t…” The words felt thick in Chastity’s mouth, but she tried forcing them out through the haze in her mind that was also now lanced with pain as he continued torturing her nipple. Damn it, it didn’t matter what she had been like during her heat, he couldn’t keep treating her like this!

His eyes widened slightly at her token protest, then he shook his head with a smile that slightly unnerved her. “Oh, you cute, sweet, naive Omega…” His fingers released her screaming nipple and for a moment she was grateful. Then his hand was between her legs, toying with her slick folds, his grip on her wrists tightening even further.

“I can do whatever I want with you, Omega,” he informed her, voice soft. Dangerous. “I’ve spent the last six days fucking the living daylights out of you. You’ve begged for my cock, and your pussy has dripped around me. And I’m not going to stop doing what I want with you now that your brain has decided that it’s more important than your pussy. It isn’t.” His fingers pushed deep inside her pussy and Chastity gasped at the sudden stretch.

“Go… slow. Hurts…” Warring needs fought for dominance in Chastity’s head. The voice of reason fought for her to stand up for herself, to throw the man out, to dosomething… but her pussy still screamed for what he was giving her. The stretch around his fingers was more painful than it had been since he came home with her, that was true, but she still craved it. Needed to be filled by the touch of the Alpha until she flew apart at the seams and was sated, mind quiet once again.

His eyes glittered above her. “If my fingers hurt you now, imagine how much it’ll hurt to have this tight cunt stretch around my cock, slut.” His fingers pressed deeper, bumping up against her cervix and Chastity whined in pain. Even as it hurt more, part of her knew that her heat was still mitigating the pain. This was by no means the worst of it.

“Fuck…” She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering and spreading her legs. It hurt, yes, he was degrading her, yes. But her pussy dripped around his fingers, his rough and painful touch somehow turning her on even more than it had before.

What is wrong with me?

He chuckled. “I know, Omega. It’s confusing. Your body craves the touch of an Alpha, no matter how rough he treats you. Don’t worry, though.” His hand released her wrists only to wrap around her throat, squeezing the sides possessively. She opened her eyes again to meet his gaze, swallowing hard and feeling his hand press firmly against her throat.

“I won’t hurt you. Permanently.” He kissed her hard before she could respond, and she melted. She couldn’t help it, his touch sated something deep inside her that she had never known existed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she moaned. She could feel the wet spot forming on the fabric of the couch between her legs, and the Alpha growled into her mouth as he fingered her harder.

“Please…” The word was breathy when he broke the kiss, and the embarrassment that Charity felt at her neediness was overshadowed by arousal. Her pussy pulsed, and when she glanced down she could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against his jeans.

“Please what, slut?” He met her gaze steadily, and Chastity lost her breath at the total control she saw there. At that moment, the man owned her. “Go on. Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

Chastity struggled for a moment, biting her lip. She felt her nudity keenly and struggled not to writhe underneath him. His hips pressed down until she felt his hard cock against her pelvis, and she moaned.

“Oh, fuck. Please, will you fuck me? I want your cock. I don’t care if it hurts, I want it inside me. Please, please, please…” She continued babbling as he chuckled darkly, then stood up and stripped out of his jeans. Her mouth watered when his cock sprang free, the response almost Pavlovian at this point. And yet, through the week, he had never told her to suck his cock…

Chastity ignored the pang of disappointment from the realization as he climbed back on top of her, his cock heavy as it settled between her legs. It nudged against her slick entrance and then stopped, and Chastity had to bite back a cry of frustration as she wiggled down, trying to get his cock inside her.

“You want my cock, sweet Omega?” His voice was a croon, soft and sadistic as he looked at her.

She swallowed, the humiliation of his words a faint sensation in the back of her mind. “Yes, please. Please… please fuck me.”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

Chastity squeaked as his cock pressed inside without ceremony, the stretch intense.

“Fuck!” She squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering softly at the pain as his cock impaled her deeper. He went slowly, though Chastity wasn’t sure if that was consideration for her discomfort or to stretch out the moment and enjoy her pain.

Probably the latter. Sadistic bastard.

“Fuck, I think you’re even tighter now.” His voice was strained, and his hand stroked her cheek for a moment before there was a sharp blast of pain as he lightly slapped her cheek. Her eyes popped open, and he smiled at her, daring her to challenge him.

She couldn’t find it in her, though. His cock filled her so deep, stretching her wide until she couldn’t think of anything other than him fucking her. Any other humiliating acts he wanted to do… as long as his cock was inside her she wouldn’t be able to complain.

Instead, she just whimpered and lifted her hips to meet his, his cock pressing that tiny bit deeper.

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