Make Me: The World of Knott

“No no, pet.” Aldric still had that same hungry tone as he pressed his hand against my back, preventing me from moving. His finger did not leave my ass, he just hooked it in. Pulling me toward him and locking me in place. “None of that. I am excited for just how much fun we are about to have.”

His finger slipped out then, my body instantly closing back up.

It didn’t matter though. I could have clenched with the power of a bear trap and Aldric would have still pressed the first silver plug into me.

Pain flowered through me, ropes of heat and iron that wrapped around me as the cuts on my body burned and my core began to throb. It wasn’t just blood that was dripping down my legs now, it was my slick.

Pools of it flooded from me as the cold instrument was placed inside of me and that pleasure that had been fighting with the pain won out in an explosion that I felt ripple over my skin. I still hurt. I could still feel the throbbing of the bleeding cuts on my skin, but that pain had turned into something wonderful, even without the bite.

I wanted it. He knew what I wanted, even when I didn’t.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, the sound low as the slow insertion of the plug stopped.

“No no, pet. Say; ‘Oh daddy’.” My asshole tightened at his tone, at the way he was slowly easing the plug in and out. I just moaned. “Say it.”

I bit my lip, not wanting to give in, even though I knew I didn’t have a choice.

“Say it,” he said again before he came around to face me, leaning down so the dark sheen in his eyes peered right into mine.

The same feeling I had when I was presented to him filled me, my head spinning, my world vibrating.

“Say it.” His voice seemed far away as he stepped back, as the plug pressed against me again.

I gasped as the plug was shoved into me, my body flaring in a delightful mix of pain and pleasure as I tried to move only to have him hold me down, slamming me against the tile like the Alpha he was.

I was under his control in every way, and I loved it.

“Say it.” He kept pulsing the plug into me, deeper, deeper.

“Oh daddy,” I moaned, the lightheaded feeling of his control leaving as he rubbed my back, the touch soft even against the violent thrusts of the plug. I gasped with each one, loving it. Loving the way it felt. “More.”

“Good girl.” Out and in, out and in. Pushing. Pulsing. He pressed it in one last time, placing it inside of me, the hilt cupping my ass for easy removal. “Good girl. That’s what I am to you. It is what I always want you to call me. I am more than your master, more than your god. I am your daddy. Your Alpha.”

The way he said the word was dangerous, that tone of control one I had always been told to fear in an Alpha. But hearing it now there was none of that. He was my Alpha. I was already submitting to him. I gasped, my body both recoiling and begging for more as slick dripped from me, mixing with my blood.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his cool finger circling the base of the plug before dipping lower and sliding through my slick. Scooping it up. “Daddy’s little Omega.”

“Daddy?” I gasped, shivering as his icy finger moved through my slick to rub against my clit. It was the simplest of touches, but my body was already on edge, one touch and I would come.

One more, if he wasn’t careful, and I would go into heat.

What would heat be like with Alphas to take care of me? I couldn’t wait to find out.

“Yes, good girl. Would you like more?” That dangerous question wasn’t even waiting for an answer as his hand moved back to the plug, my body spreading again as he removed it only to place the bulge of an obviously much larger plug against me.

“This will make you gape for me.” He twisted the cold metal against me, the much wider base pushing and pulling against my opening with a tiny flare of pain. I gasped, although the sound was more of a moan as it seeped from my throat. “It will open you up so I can claim your asshole and fill you with my cum.”

Why did he have to say it like that?

God, I needed that so bad.

My body was tense from the width of what he had placed against me, the rounded point spreading me as he applied a gentle pressure. I knew I couldn’t take it, it was too big. But hearing him talk, I wanted to.

I wanted to try, so that he could be inside of me.

I needed him.

“Daddy,” I moaned, my hips rocking toward him as I silently begged, “cum.”