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She sniffled, crying in earnest now. “Two. Thank you, sir.”

He laid the last three stripes out in rapid succession. The last one crossed two of the welts from before, and her feet waved around in the air as she tried to reconcile the immense amount of pain she was in. She wept openly now, tears soaking into the back of the couch where her face pressed into the fabric, and she couldn’t help the whimpers of pain as the cane clattered to the floor and he squeezed her ass rhythmically. Only his grip on her wrists kept her from tipping over and tumbling head over ass onto the floor in front of her couch, and after several long moments she forced her feet to touch down on the floor again.

“Five. T-thank you. Sir.” She sniffled, her face feeling swollen and hot as he reached down and grabbed her shoulder, helping her straighten up. Her knees wobbled as she was turned around, and it didn’t take much guidance for her to drop to her knees in front of him.

“Open.” His hard cock was in her face then, and her lips parted for him to thrust in. He gathered her hair into a ponytail, holding it tightly like a leash, and proceeded to fuck her mouth slowly, firmly. Methodically degrading her and debasing her until she felt like nothing more than a hole with a desperate body and burning ass for him to fuck.

“This is the lesson, girl. You are mine. I will do what I want with you, when I want to. You will listen to me and obey me, even when I’m not around. If you don’t, when I find out about it, you will be punished. If you think your ass hurts now, try having an orgasm again.”

She gagged as he pressed his cock deep, bumping against the back of her throat. She tried breathing through her nose, but couldn’t help choking on his cock as he started fucking her mouth faster.

“You’re a set of holes for me to fuck. A pair of tits for me to play with. An ass to spank. Legs to spread, and a mouth to moan. You are a thing.Mything. My Omega.” His grip in her hair tightened as his cock swelled in her mouth. Her jaw ached, and she couldn’t help the whimper she let out as saliva dripped down her chin. He fucked her mouth brutally, and the pain in her ass stopped her from reaching between her legs to play with her clit like she wanted.

“Fuck, girl. You have such a sweet mouth. Look at you, sucking my cock like a whore after being punished. I think you’ll be a very good girl from now on. Yes, I do.” His hips snapped against her face, cock pulsing in her mouth as he grunted, then came with a shout. His cock pressed as far as it could into her mouth, his cum thick and salty on her tongue as he held her there.

Unable to breathe or move, she swallowed as quickly as she could, sucking his cock until it finally started to soften in her mouth. Even then she continued, her tongue laving along the underside of his softening member until it slipped out of her mouth. She pressed tiny kisses to it, suddenly filled with gratitude for a reason she couldn’t pinpoint.

His grip in her hair softened, and he clicked his tongue until she looked up at him. She was sure she was a sight to see, face red and streaked with tears, the lower half of her face soaked with saliva from the brutal face fucking.

“Yes, you’ll be a very good little girl for me from now on. Won’t you?” His voice was soft, and she swallowed hard, unable to say anything other than the pure truth.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be good.”

CHAPTER13

He wasn’t sure what to expect when he’d found the man sitting at one of the outdoor tables at Le Main, one of the better French bistros in the city. Like something you’d see on a crowded avenue of Paris, there were more tables along the sidewalk of the place than there were inside the comparatively modest floorplan of the restaurant, most of them sheltered under a huge curved awning decked out in the blue, white, and red of the French tricolor.

To Adam, all of this simply increased the charm of the place. He didn’t like small places anyway. It wasn’t fear at all. More it was the sense of restriction, of being hemmed in. And that just didn’t fit.

If there was going to be any restriction going on, it was going to behimimposing it.

The man spotted Adam just as he crossed the street, holding up a big hand, his expression neutral under the lenses of mirrored sunglasses. His hair was jet, cut short, a goatee shadowing his prominent chin, the hair there and at his temples just beginning to frost with gray. Though looking to be somewhere in his early to mid-forties, he was well-muscled, his build straining the black button-down shirt at shoulder and chest, but not in a showy or vain way.

Adam draped his jacket across the back of one of the chairs huddled around the table, then held out a hand. “You must be the man of the hour. Adam.”

“Maddox.” The man shook it, grip just shy of brutal, his deeply tanned face creasing as he grinned. “Maddox Freeland. Have a seat. The little server cutie just ran away, but she’ll be around again at some point.”

The place was just beginning to fill up, afternoon rush hour steadily swelling the number of cars and trucks choking the street. Traffic in the city was bad on even the best day, and this wasn’t anywhere near one of those.

“I don’t want to waste your time, or mine, Mr. Freeland—”

“Maddox will do.”

“Maddox then.” Adam sat back, the chair creaking slightly under his frame. “Jim recommended you highly, so I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m not here to get Alpha 101, if that’s what you normally do. I’m here to, well, to learn…parameters.”

Maddox’s lips quirked slightly. “We can discuss that, of course. But I will needto see the sl—the Omega. Get a general idea of the energy between you two. If, that is, you’re interested in hearing what I have to say about it.”

Adam nodded. “Yes, I definitely am. And that won’t be a problem. Seeing her. In fact, she’s waiting for us as we speak. On my orders.”

“Very good.” Maddox took a drink from a pale blond beer.

“Pilsner? They’ve got a great house brew here. If you’re not a wine fan.” Adam shook his head. “I know I’m not.”

“Lager,” Maddox said, licking a bit of foam from his upper lip, then setting the glass back on the table. “So, parameters are what you’re after. Does that mean what I think it means?”

Adam glanced down the line of sidewalk, spotting three tables down what he assumed was their server, a tiny little pixie of a woman with platinum blonde hair cut in a bob, her pink short-sleeved top snug, the jeans even tighter. “The blonde elf. She ours?”

Maddox chuckled, his laughter deep and rumbling. “That’s our girl.”

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