Page 45 of Primal Claim

“Listen to that. Can you hearthat?” He thrust even faster now, a stray thick string of her wetness arcing away, splatting against the inside of her bare ankle. “Your cunt is so soaked, I canhearit. Horny little whore.”

He kept at her, plundering her sex with his fingers faster and faster, slapping her ass now and then just to deepen her feelings of objectification and degradation. She sighed, shuddering as he forced a third finger inside her, not slowing the pace of his penetration of her pussy one bit.

“Fuck, this cunt swallowed up that third finger like it wasn’t even there. You’re desperate, aren’t you? Dirty girl.”

Pushing deep each time, his fingertips playing with the blunt, firm nose of her cervix, making her tense and gasp when he played with it particularly roughly, he worked her right to the edge, until she was moaning and impaling herself on his long digits.

Then he yanked them out, and she bit off a soft cry.

Standing, he deposited the notepad, pen, and tape on the counter, and walked around to her front. Dropping to one knee, he lifted her head by a fistful of her hair. She blinked rapidly, a deep furrow in her brow as she tried to look up at him through her fringe.

Presenting his glistening, fragrant fingers, he tapped them against her mouth. “Lick it off, bitch. All of it.”

He made her clean all of her wetness from them, scolding her when her tongue missed this spot or that. Then he plunged two of the fingers into her mouth, tightening his brutal hold upon the thick locks of her hair, twisting them to keep her still.

Her eyes bulged as he pressed his fingers deep, then she gagged. He held them there, wiggling the tips ever so slightly to trigger her reflex again, tears squeezing from her eyes as she struggled against the invasion. He pulled back slightly, only enough for her to catch her breath, then pushed deep again, holding them there through a successive series of her gagging, then twisting a bit against the grip on her hair. He stared at her in silence as he forced her mouth and throat, again and again, in that way, bringing home to her in the starkest of terms that he would use her exactly as he wished, whenever he wished.

Finally, he withdrew them, leaving her panting and red-faced. He wiped off her saliva upon the slopes of her swinging breasts.

Rising, he resumed his spot behind her, staring at her presented asshole and swollen, glistening sex for another long moment, the tension rising by the second in the silence. He nodded at her. “You may release.”

She stood before him then, wringing her hands together in front of her thighs, her cheeks crimson as she stared at the floor.

“Go to the bedroom and get dressed. No panties, and no bra. You have five minutes before I come and get you. If I have to retrieve you though, you’re going over my knee for a spanking before we go.”

Her gaze flicked up to his. “Where… where are we going?”

“To get you a suitable wardrobe for my Omega.” He pointed down the hallway. “Get dressed, slut.”

Watching her scamper away, her bottom bouncing pleasingly, he smiled to himself. He was enjoying this even more than he imagined. Chastity was clearly off balance, and he liked that just fine. She was learning what it really meant not to haveanycontrol at all over what happened to her.

Being an Omega was about much more than just sucking and fucking whenever her Alpha demanded it. Chastity was going to find that out.

And Adam relished it, knowing she had far, far more still ahead for her.

Whether she was ready for it or not.

CHAPTER17

The building that Adam brought her to was a large steel and glass structure, comprehensively modern and classic at the same time. Chastity couldn’t help but feel a little out of place as Adam walked in; the clientele of the building were clearly of a much higher caliber than she was used to interacting with.

“Mr. Morgan.” A perky-looking young man in a well-tailored suit stepped forward, reaching out with one hand to shake Adam’s hand. “Nice to see you again.”

“Thanks, Ethan.” Adam flashed a smile, hand tightening around Chastity’s as she shifted back and forth between her feet, mildly discomfited by the unfamiliar surroundings.

The young man’s gaze turned to Chastity, and a slow smile spread across his face. “And who is this… lovely creature?”

Chastity’s face burst into flames. Young though the man was, he was clearly an Alpha, and her skin tingled as his gaze slowly trailed down her body, lingering on her prominent nipples for a moment before returning to her face.

“My Omega. Chastity.” A hint of pride colored Adam’s voice as he pulled her a little closer to his side, hand sliding down her side to clutch possessively at her hip.

“Very nice.” The man’s eyes gleamed for a moment before he smiled blandly and stepped back. “The facilities are at your disposal. Enjoy.”

Adam tugged Chastity past the attendant, walking swiftly through the building. As Chastity peeked around, she was mildly overwhelmed by all she saw; hints of meeting rooms, a gym behind wide glass walls, a spa with several women basking in chairs, cucumbers on their eyes as their hands were pampered by coiffed attendants.

“What… what is this place?” Chastity stumbled slightly as she tried to keep up with Adam’s quick pace, her tits bouncing and swaying unsupported under her shirt. She suppressed the urge to wrap her free arm around her chest and still their movement, though. Adam wouldn’t like that.

“A gentleman’s club, of sorts.” Adam chuckled to himself. “Alpha exclusive. Meetings are held here, Omegas are pampered. Basically, anything that might be required by an Alpha, this building can provide. Including…” He drew even with a door near the end of a hallway, opening it up and ushering Chastity inside. “Wardrobes for a newly claimed Omega.”

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