Page 24 of Primal Claim

He gave her a wide, knowing grin as he did his pants up, but before she could finish the question he disappeared from her office, the door shutting with a smart click.

Chastity stared at the closed door for a moment before, face aflame, she tried to put herself to rights. She buttoned her blouse back up, smoothing out the wrinkles and then looking down at her pants. His cum had dripped out of her onto her pants where they puddled under her feet, and she winced as she shuffled over to her desk and grabbed a handful of tissues. She pulled her pants up around her waist, wincing as the cooling cum pressed against her skin, then searched the outside of her pants. Most of his cum seemed to have dripped on the inside of her pants, but a large dollop had landed on the front of her slacks, and she spent the better part of five minutes trying to wipe it away so that it would be less noticeable.

At the end, her pants were still wet and if she looked hard she could still see the evidence of the illicit activities. She sat back down at her desk, steadfastly ignoring her needy pussy and praying to God that none of her coworkers would be looking close enough to see the spot on her pants.

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Chastity took a taxi home after work that day instead of taking the subway. She just didn’t think that she could handle the stares of strangers, fleeting though they might be. Sitting on one of the benches and trying to ignore the dried cum on the inside of her pants… No. She couldn’t do it.

So, a taxi it was.

The late afternoon traffic meant that it took her almost twice as long to get home as it usually did, but she didn’t mind. It gave her time to breathe and try to decompress from the stress of the day. The afternoon had passed agonizingly slowly, and she had hardly been able to read an email without her thoughts drifting to Adam and what he had said.I’ll be back, Omega.What did that mean? She had spent the entire afternoon watching her door out of the corner of her eye, terrified that he was going to reappear in that doorway and tell her to do more horrifically degrading and arousing things.

The arousal… that was something she didn’t know how to resolve. So she ignored it. Surely it was a one-time thing. Now that he had had her again, he would be satisfied and leave her alone. Right?

Her heart leapt into her throat when she climbed out of the taxi and saw the tall, rangy figure leaning against the brick wall next to her front door. Adam’s hands were tucked into his pockets, and she felt her face burst into flames as she shuffled up the stairs, feeling magnetically drawn to the man almost against her will. Her body screamed for his touch, and as she drew level with him, part of her wished that he would shove her up against her front door and take her right then and there, regardless of anyone who might see them on the street.

“Chastity.” His voice was smug, and he pulled his hands out of his pockets as he straightened up.

She swallowed hard.Be tough, Chas. You can do this.“Adam. What are you doing here? I don’t want you to come around here. I didn’t appreciate that you were at my office surprising me today and…”

A firm grip underneath her chin lifted her face to meet his gaze and stopped her babble in its tracks. The intensity of his expression made her swallow hard, the points that she had been trying to make fading away as she tried not to squirm.

“Open the door, Chastity.” The statement was gruff and to the point, and Chastity’s mouth worked for a moment, opening and closing before she turned and put her key in the lock, opening it. Adam shouldered his way into the condo ahead of her, and she followed with her mouth still hanging open.

Why aren’t you fighting him, Chastity? Stop being such a fucking doormat!

The door shut behind her and she tried again. “Adam…”

He was on her in a flash, pushing her back against her door with his hand wrapped firmly around her throat. “I thought we understood each other after our conversation earlier today, Chastity,” he said. His voice and words were pleasant enough, but the glint in his eyes made Chastity gulp, suddenly feeling as though she were in the hands of a very powerful, very dangerous predator.

That’s nonsense. Just because he’s an Alpha doesn’t make him dangerous. Scream. Call the cops. Anything, Chastity!The voice in her head continued to berate her as she stared into his eyes, mouth dry. She swallowed hard again, shaking her head, trying to communicate what her tongue was suddenly unable to say.

“No, we don’t understand each other?” His voice was soft and mocking, and his free hand rose to flick the buttons of her shirt open one by one. She considered trying to push his hands away, but no matter what she thought, she couldn’t make her hands lift to get in the way of his touch on her body.

He tsked at her as her shirt parted, revealing her bra-clad tits. “I thought we had talked about this too, Omega. Your slutty tits need to be available to me at all times.” Her shirt was pushed off her limp arms until it pooled at the floor by her feet, and he stared at her tits for a moment before he turned and marched into the kitchen. Before she could move, he returned with a pair of scissors and methodically cut the straps of her bra until it fell to the floor in tatters.

“Much better.” He dropped the scissors to the floor as well and cupped her tits, squeezing them firmly while Chastity tried to find the words to protest. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and when his fingers crushed her hard nipples she cried out softly in pain, but still no words telling him off came. Before she could bring herself to it, his hands had undone her pants as well and shoved them down her hips, the fabric of her slacks becoming tangled with her underwear as they puddled at her feet.

“Follow me, Omega.” He tugged her through her house by her nipples, tutting at her when she tried to twist out of his grasp. He released one of her nipples only to slap her tit smartly, sending it bouncing, and then squeezing her nipple tight again. She squeaked in pain as she stumbled forward, nearly tripping on the tangle of fabric around her feet until she managed to step out of her pants and underwear, leaving her naked but for her heels. She followed his lead until he sat on the couch and guided her harshly to her knees in front of him.

“Now, Omega.” He leaned forward, twisting her nipples slightly to get her attention. As if she wasn’t hanging on his every word. “Since you seem to be a little confused, we’re going to review how things will be from now on. It’s only fair that we be on the same page, don’t you think?”

Chastity finally broke her silence, forcing her arousal-soaked brain to get in gear. “I don’t know what fucking page you think that we need to be on but—”

A smart slap across her face stung her cheek and shocked her into silence. It was just hard enough to get her attention, and her cheek tingled as she looked up at his calm face. His hand returned to teasing her nipple, and he cocked his head at her.

“I think we’ll start with that attitude, Omega. From here on out, you’ll address me demurely and respectfully. The way an Omega should address an Alpha.” He smiled darkly at her for a moment. “To you, I’ll be sir. Can you say that?”

Chastity couldn’t seem to get her jaw off the floor. Surely he couldn’t be serious?

His fingers twisted her nipples cruelly, and she let out a whine of pain. “I’m waiting, Chastity. We can sit here all day until you decide you want to cooperate. This is important and I’m not going to rush it.” His eyes flashed at her, and she gulped. He was serious.

“Of course I can say it.” She paused, and his eyebrow raised at her. “Sir.” She spoke the word through gritted teeth, and was relieved when his grip on her nipples lessened some.

“Good. Now. More rules. No underwear of any kind, unless I give you explicit permission. If you think that you’ll have a difficult time following that rule, then I’ll be more than happy to take all your bras and panties back to my place and only give them out as I see fit.” His smile was mocking, and Chastity’s face flushed dark. The idea of him giving her her underwear like she was borrowing them from a library… she didn’t think she would be able to bear the humiliation.

He continued without waiting for her to respond. “I’ll expect your prompt obedience to whatever orders I give you, no matter how humiliating you think they are. Stiff consequences will follow if you don’t. If I call or text you, I’ll expect an immediate response.”

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