Chapter Eight
Nikki
My wrists were bound high over my head. He’d used my belt to hold me captive and now, he had my pants around my ankles. I couldn’t kick him. I couldn’t fight him. There was nothing I could do to get away.
If I took my toes off the ground, the belt dug into my wrists, despite the fabric of my vest against my skin. As it was, I had to stand on the balls of my feet, arching straight up in order to remain comfortable. Even worse, I could feel how hard my nipples were, how my breasts rose up in the air so he could see every inch of them. I whimpered with shame, unused to having been put on display like I was. My eyes flicked to see my bonded alphas watching me.
I cried out, trying to plea for their help one last time, but they stood there, leaning against the wall with their arms crossed over their chests. They weren’t going to save me from the beta before me. They weren’t going to stop Damiyen from what he wanted to do.
That terrified me. But it also aroused me.
I could feel the wetness between my folds, could feel the seat of my panties getting wet and worst of all, I could even smell the scent of my arousal, which meant that he could too. I was so ashamed that I shook with it. I couldn’t meet his eyes. He dragged the tip of his finger up and down my pussy, taking care to trace my clit with the edge of his nail time and time again. I moaned softly, feeling my core cramp hard in desire and I sucked in a heated breath.
This couldn’t be happening. But it was. It was and I couldn’t escape it.
His fingers breached into the edges of my panties, gripping the borders and tugging them down little by little. As he pushed them down over my hips, I cried out softly in embarrassment, knowing that he was slowly exposing me to his eyes, eyes that were never supposed to see me like this. He was a beta and I an omega. We weren’t supposed to do this. My panties crested past my hips, sliding down my thighs and exposing my pussy completely to his view. I whimpered softly and then he left my panties about mid-thigh, the position constantly reminding me that he had been the one to take them down, not me.
His fingers ventured between my thighs, gliding along the slick that was now free to drip down my skin. He explored upward, his fingertips just edging close enough to glance against my folds and I tensed, but then he dropped his hand and stood up before me. Quickly, I turned my head, unwilling to meet his gaze, but then he captured my chin with his fingers. He forced me to look up into his eyes, eyes that were dark and blazing with his own arousal. I swallowed heavily, unsure of myself.
“Look at you, little omega, all bound and naked for me. And with your alphas watching,” he mused, clicking his tongue and I snarled back.
“How dare you?” I challenged, remembering myself. I wouldn’t let him defeat me, not like this. He’d never make me submit. I rolled my lip in his direction and then something changed in his expression.
I suddenly had the distinct feeling that I had failed some test and now, I was going to pay for it. I watched him reach into his pocket and a nervous feeling began to churn in the pit of my belly. What the hell was he up to now?
He pulled out what looked like a small container of lotion and for a moment, I relaxed. I wasn’t opposed to a massage then, if that was what he had in mind. He screwed the top off and when I saw that he was looking exceedingly pleased with himself, I began to grow anxious once more. He placed the top down on a nearby rock and then dipped two fingers into the white cream. Then he reached for me.
I would have arched away, but the belt didn’t let me. If I changed my position, it put all of my weight on my wrists. It was deceptively binding. It looked innocent, but it was far from it.
His fingers just scraped my nipple and I hissed in reaction. Leaning forward, he pressed more firmly, rubbing the lotion over top of my right breast, taking special care to rub in some on my tightened nipple. He then proceeded to give my left breast the same treatment, before he stepped back and watched me.
I looked at him in confusion, trying to figure out what he was up to. Then my breasts began to warm, almost as though they were kindling exposed to a spark. My nipples hardened painfully tighter and my heart pounded in my chest, every nerve over the expanse of my breasts exploding with sensation. I cried out, wriggling against my bonds, trying to fight back against the rising tide of desire that threatened to consume me whole.
“What the hell is that?” I asked and he grinned darkly as I stared back at him.
“I had a lot of time to myself last night and this morning, thinking about what I would do to you should you not receive yesterday’s message in the way you were supposed to. I met with your scientists in the lab while you were busy, asked a few questions and took a vial of anti-suppressant from the stocks. I took some of that and mixed it into my favorite lotion, with all intents to use it on you,” he explained, raising his eyes to mine.
I didn’t respond. Not yet.
“You see, since you’re already under the anti-suppressant I injected into you yesterday, I knew you likely wouldn’t react in the same way. In addition, you’ve been freshly fucked through your first heat, so it wouldn’t force you into a second estrous, but I know a few things about science myself, little omega,” he said, as the edges of his lips rose up in a dangerous smile.
He dragged his finger across the lower curve of my breast, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I was left breathless, trying to fight back against the wave of desire that threatened to take over me completely.
“You see, there’s a particular element that’s an integral ingredient to the anti-suppressant that also acts as a potent activator to estrogen receptors in your skin. It’s even more potent in omegas. Do you know what that means for you, little girl?” he asked, and I trembled, feeling the intense arousal building in my nipples.
I growled fiercely at him in return.
“It means, little omega, that for you, this lotion I’ve created is a very, very potent aphrodisiac. It means that you’re going to be one very sorry little girl before I’m through with you,” he said darkly, and I shuddered at the meaning in his tone.
He dipped his fingers into the lotion once more and scooped out a sizeable amount of the cream. He reached for me, lowering his hands toward the cusp of my thighs and now that I knew what it would do, I tried to arch away from him and quickly lost my footing. He caught me with his other arm, stabilizing me but that didn’t stop his hand from delving between my legs. He rubbed the lotion into my pussy, taking the time to rub it into every inch of my folds and especially my clit. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, tried to fight against him, but it was useless with my arms bound over my head and his body holding my lower half tight against him.
I’d never felt so helpless in my life.
His fingers touched my pussy over and over again until my skin had soaked up every bit of that infernal cream. He even took the time to place an extra dab of it on top of my clit and kept my gaze level with his as he rubbed it into my needy bud.
After he was finished, he helped me to place my feet back on the ground, forcing me to arch myself once more and present my naked body to him. Then he knelt down and removed my pants from my ankles, one by one, but he left my panties by my thighs.
“Should you let your wet panties fall to the ground, little omega, I’m going to have to punish you much more severely,” he warned, and I shivered in response. He stepped back and I obeyed, unsure of what else he would do to me.