I shivered and my inner walls spasmed with need.
Would he spank me again? Would he let me come all over his fingers?
“Answer me, omega. You were naughty and you need to be punished, isn’t that right?” he demanded.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. Even as the words fell off my lips, my body pulsed with desire at his pronouncement. I wanted to stop it, but my pussy clenched tightly with need several times despite my best efforts to ignore each scintillating word.
His arm wound around my waist and he pushed my hips backwards. His palm slipped down the front of my belly to cup my pussy in his hand. My clit pulsed hard, waiting for him to strike, but he just held me there and I shivered under the possessiveness of such simple maneuver. It was as if he had taken ownership of me with his hand alone and that made my body throb with never-ending heat.
His other hand moved to rest against my bare bottom, and I drew in a nervous breath. He still didn’t move the palm holding my pussy.
“What are you going to do to me?” I questioned and he chuckled softly.
“I’m not going to tell you, little omega. Instead, I’m going to enjoy each and every moment as you realize just how hard of a punishment you have coming and I’m going to especially enjoy the moment you truly break for me and beg me to take you as an omega needs to be taken,” he warned.
“I won’t,” I retorted.
He squeezed my pussy in his palm. I stayed silent even though it made my core cramp hard with delicious and entirely unwanted desire.
“Even now, your body is calling out to me. You’re so very wet for me, omega. Your slick is coating my fingers even as you think about the fact that this bare little bottom is about to get a very hard spanking. Maybe you’re especially wet because of that,” he observed quietly, and I blushed furiously at his words.
There was nothing to say so I didn’t say anything at all.
Instead, my body answered for me. My hips rocked forward, dragging against the base of his palm and causing a delicious shiver of arousal to quake through my core.
He chuckled knowingly.
“You want to come for me, even though you’re about to get spanked, don’t you, little one,” he purred, and I whimpered, afraid that he was right. He took a single finger and rubbed my clit, too lightly to come and just enough to tease me incessantly. I gasped and arched into his touch, hoping that he would grant me release.
“Answer me, omega. You want to come for me, don’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answered, my voice hardly above a whisper.
“You will rub yourself on my palm during your spanking. I want to feel you come for me and if my fingers aren’t soaked by the time your spanking is through, then I’ll spank that bare little pussy until it’s bright pink, do you understand me?” he asked.
“I understand, Alpha,” I answered quietly, feeling my clit pulse greedily against his palm. He dragged his hand back and forth, teasing me again and again until I was ready to fall apart. He stilled completely and I whined softly as my release painfully ebbed away once more.
“I want you to know that this punishment is going to hurt, little omega. You’re going to scream for me. You’re going to cry for me and I’m not going to stop even when you’re sobbing. I’m going to teach you a very thorough lesson about an omega’s obedience to her alpha and it’s only going to end when I decid
e that you have learned your place before me,” he said darkly.
I shivered in his arms. The hand pressed against my backside slid over my skin, a silent threat of the intense pain it was about to paint across my bottom.
Even though I was afraid, my body kept responding. It grew warm and continued to rise in temperature. Every inch of me wanted to feel his touch. My nipples pebbled painfully, my breasts swaying from side to side as his hand held my pussy and his other palm patted against my bare bottom in warning.
“It hurt to get a spanking over my knees last time, didn’t it?” he whispered in my ear, his voice tickling the tiny hairs along my neck and I trembled hard with fear.
“Yes, Alpha,” I said nervously.
“As you make yourself come for me during your spanking, little omega, I want you to think about how much more a switching is going to hurt on your bare little bottom instead of just my hand,” he threatened.
I whimpered out loud.
“Then I want you to think about how much more it’s going to hurt when I switch your hard little nipples and when I thoroughly switch that pretty pussy after that,” he said, his voice like a direct conduit to my throbbing clit. I trembled harder and I felt him smile against my throat, a dangerous indication of what was to come.
“Please,” I begged, suddenly more afraid than before. Even though his words were making me incredibly anxious, pulses of arousal tore through me like a wave crashing against a cliff side. No matter how much I fought it, my desire intensified until my entire body was burning with it. It wouldn’t take much more to make me burst into flame.
“You protest, little one, but you’re so much wetter than you were before. You don’t want to admit it, but you want this. You can’t wait for your spanking to begin so that you can come all over my fingers,” he said, and I couldn’t deny it. I did want to come and if I had to do it while his palm was punishing my bare bottom, so be it. I gasped and my hips twitched.