“No! You’re wrong!” I countered, but he simply chuckled.
His finger pressed against my asshole and he laughed quietly as I struggled beneath him. It felt so wrong, so entirely shameful for him to be invading me in such a manner that I couldn’t submit. I clenched my cheeks, trying to fight, but his finger pushed relentlessly against my tight rim. His digit was thick, and I was unused to anything entering my backside. A stretching, burning sensation pervaded my senses and I struggled anew, earning yet another slap to my already well punished ass.
“Please don’t,” I begged, but he didn’t listen. I should have known that he wouldn’t give into my pleading. He was an alpha and he would do what he wanted, even if I protested. Especially if I did.
Slowly, his finger breached my tight hole, sliding in and out and I moaned with my humiliation. My asshole clenched around it, feeling each knuckle as they began to stretch my forbidden channel. I keened against the intrusion, but it didn’t matter because shortly thereafter, he added a second thick digit.
My mouth opened in disbelief as he stretched me. The burning stretch increased two-fold and I shuddered beneath him. He purred low, the sound intermingled with a warning growl and I felt his power. At once, my body started to open for him. My asshole relaxed slowly as he fucked it with his fingers.
Then he added a third.
I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as pain pervaded every fiber of my being. Something deep inside me took that terrible ache and distorted it into a depraved, sinful sense of desire. I was beginning to feel aroused.
I whined forlornly. This couldn’t be happening.
But it was. My body was reacting to his dominance, was starting to enjoy this wicked act. My hips swung back and forth, meeting the thrusts of his fingers and the pain began to recede, morphing into a more powerful arousal that left me breathless with want.
Slick trickled down my leg and I closed my eyes, mortified. He’d know just how much I was enjoying this. There was no more hiding it.
His growl of approval told me that he could see all of my shame. His fingers pressed in and out of my tight hole then more ruthlessly and I groaned low in my throat, awash in pain and pleasure and something deeper.
The link between us quivered, blossoming in that moment. Thoughts of pleasing my alpha filled my mind and then it was all I wanted.
He removed his fingers slowly then and pressed the head of his cock against my back channel.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little hole and you’re going to scream my name as you come,” he demanded, his voice trembling with alpha power.
I wanted to obey him then. I needed to.
His cock pushed against my asshole and despite my reluctance to enjoy such a filthy act, my body opened to him, just barely prepared to take his girth. His shaft was much thicker than his three fingers and as it began to breach my dark hole, burning pain washed over me, arcing around the ball of pleasure building deep in my core.
Whining out loud, I arched my back and that’s when his length started pushing into me. At first, he entered me slowly, pushing in one inch after achingly thick inch. I could feel every ridge, every pulse as he claimed me in the most shameful of ways. It felt wrong, dirty, and entirely shameful, but still I wanted more.
His dick lewdly spread my cheeks and when his hips pressed against my nakedness, I knew he was fully seated inside me. Then he began to really fuck me. He used my tight hole, dominating my ass and teaching me my place beneath him.
I should have hated it, yet I couldn’t bring myself to.
My asshole burned with stretching pain, but my body stewed with desire. Every nerve tingled with need, pleasure building with each passing moment. His arm curled around my waist, pulling me up to him. He palmed my breasts and an animalistic keening noise escaped my throat when his fingers twisted around my nipples.
The heat of his chest pressed against my back. Slick rushed down my thighs and one of his hands ventured down my stomach and then captured my clit with his fingertips. I moaned and arched into his touch, the back on my head pressed against his shoulder. He was strong, firm, and in that moment, exactly what I needed.
His finger circled my needy bud and I moaned, feeling arousal surge within me. He pressed a little harder and the ball of desire deep in my belly contracted hard. My inner walls fluttered, empty and needy and flowing with liquid heat. I was making a mess, though I didn’t care and neither did he.
His hips slapped against mine. Then his fingers twisted my left nipple and I moaned out loud, waves of pleasure conquering me completely. Higher and higher my lust for more rose, until I thought I could take no more. Still, he continued.
He pinched my clit hard with his right hand and my entire world shattered.
Red-hot ecstasy washed over me. My toes curled and my hands grasped at his forearm, holding on while he ravaged my body and made it his completely. I trembled with my release, every nerve burning with fire and I screamed.
“Oh, please,” I moaned, no longer caring that he was fucking my ass or that it had shamed me. I screamed in his arms, whirling in the depths of my orgasm, desperate for more. My lust consumed and subdued me, taking control of my omega once and for all.
Alix fucked me impossibly harder. It hurt and it felt incredible, but I loved it all the same. I wanted more of it.
His knot pulsed inside of my ass and I held my breath. The moment it began to expand, I let go of an unsteady breath. As it inflated, it stretched my insides and I felt so impossibly full. My tight rim burned as it was forced open even wider than before. I strained toward him and he purred softly. I melted like butter, his approval loosening my muscles so that I could take him impossibly deeper.
He toyed with my clit, torturing and teasing every ounce of pleasure from my body that he could. I twisted and turned in his grasp, arching my hips to meet his thrusts time and time again. The tiny hairs on my skin rose with lust and my body demanded more.
White lights danced across my vision, ecstasy and desire shattering me into a thousand pieces. My body clenched around his and I felt his knot throb inside me. I lay still in his arms, feeling him grow even larger and then his seed surged deep into my ass. One spurt after another marked me as his, boiling hot in its intensity. The scent of raw alpha pervaded my nose, rich pheromones that permeated around me and its power forced me into a second, more potent orgasm.
My nails dug into his arm, but he didn’t care. In fact, he encouraged it.
My skin burned. My shoulder throbbed with the strength of the claiming mark and my body smoldered with intense arousal like I’d never known before.
I moaned. I screamed. I muttered nonsensical words in my attempt to manage my pleasure, but I soon found myself utterly taken and captive to my lust. My fingers clawed at his flesh, but he held me steady. Taking me as his and curling around me, he was my alpha, my rock, and I adored him for it.
When my pleasure finally ebbed, his knot held me captive. I could feel his cum inside me, feel my own slick dripping down my thighs and I sighed. For the moment, I felt satisfied, full of alpha cock. The bond between us pulsed and I lay back against him. He kissed the sensitive skin of my neck and I shivered.
Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.