His fingers edged close to my thighs and I whimpered, reluctantly hoping that he would continue.
“The scent of your slick is especially enticing, little omega,” he said softly, and I gasped with shame. The air was likely permeated with the aroma of the wetness between my thighs and there was nothing I could do about it. Any alpha nearby would be able to smell it and it would draw them to me like a moth to flame. It would carry on for miles.
My thighs opened just a little wider. I didn’t know why I was like this. He’d spanked me especially hard against my will and now I wanted him to reach between my thighs with the very hand that had reddened my backside and give me relief. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to make me come.
My core twisted hard and a streak of desire jolted through me. A rush of slick dripped from me completely unbidden, betraying my thoughts for the alpha that still held me captive over his thighs. My hips lifted just a hair as his fingers ventured down the cleft of my backside, just missing my pussy and dragging across the lower curve of my ass.
It left me breathless and wanting more. Needing more.
I could feel my inner walls beginning to spasm. My clit pulsed and I whimpered as my arousal intensified. It felt like I had boarded a runaway train and there was no stopping it as it hurtled along the tracks no matter what stood in its way.
His fingers tightened against the back of my thigh and I realized that I could feel every long inch of his cock pressing against my belly. I wasn’t the only one in need. He had enjoyed paddling my backside with his palm. It had made him hard. For me.
I could tell without even touching him that he was incredibly large, as most alphas were. My pussy clenched down at the thought of taking him inside me, imagining what his knot would feel like as it inflated and locked his body to mine right before his alpha seed marked me as his.
My mouth watered and I blushed at the deviant turn that my thoughts were taking. I bit my lip, trying to force the sordid fantasies away but I failed completely.
All I could think about was his cock and my need for relief.
His fingers finally ventured in between my thighs, exploring my body slowly and as thoroughly as he wished. Gradually, my legs spread open even wider, allowing him access. My body was saying yes, even when my mind was still saying no.
He captured my clit between two fingers. He slid them back and forth, teasing and taunting me with immeasurable pleasure if I only chose to give in.
“Do you remember when I told you that I know what you need, little omega?” he asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whined. “I remember.”
He continued to rub his fingers up and down my clit. I moaned softly, needing release even though I still didn’t want to admit it.
“If you want to come for me, what did I tell you that you would have to do?” he pressed firmly.
“You told me that I would have to beg, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“Are you ready to beg for me, little omega?” he asked.
“I won’t,” I replied forcefully, even though I was afraid of exactly the opposite.
“You will, little one. This very wet little pussy tells me that you need to come all over my fingers. It’s so wet that I know that it won’t be long now,” he replied. His words carried with them an edge of darkness and expectation that made me want to do everything that he asked of me and more. That scared me, but it also made me so much wetter.
My hips arched upward, granting him access to every last inch of my needy little pussy.
He pressed a bit harder on my clit.
“I should warn you, omega. If you come without permission, I will not hesitate to spank this pretty little pussy bright pink in order to teach that you will never orgasm without your alpha’s permission ever again. Is that clear?”
“I understand, Alpha,” I moaned, rocking back and forth against his fingers. It felt so good that I couldn’t make myself stop. I wanted more. So much more.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he demanded. I obeyed without hesitation; he pressed his palm against my wet folds and then he cleared his throat. I stilled, suddenly anxious of what he might do. Had I done something wrong?
“I’m going to spank this little pussy three times and you’re going to take every last one with your legs spread wide no matter how much it hurts. I want you to know how very serious I am that you will only be allowed the privilege of orgasm at my hand and my hand alone,” he warned.
I cried out with a sudden apprehension and when his palm left, I keened with fear even before he smacked my pussy.
His hand slapped against my tender folds for the first time and a terrible burst of agony spread across my tender flesh like that I had never known. It was thoroughly overwhelming. I tried to keep my legs open as wide as I could, but it hurt a lot and my legs tightened in reflex no matter how hard I tried to prevent it. He spanked my pussy twice more in quick succession and when it was finally over, I whimpered from the intense sting.
That was only three swats. A thoroughly spanking between my legs would be so much worse.
His fingers quickly returned to my clit.