Primal (Alpha Brotherhood 2)

“Your little pussy is much wetter than it was before, omega. I think you enjoyed that more than you would like to admit,” he observed, and I blushed rather heavily even though he couldn’t see my face. When he touched my clit once more, it felt like a bolt of lightning hurtled deep into my core. I moaned as my arousal returned with incredible force and as he continued to tease my desire to heights higher than I ever thought possible, I soon realized that he was right.

Then he took his fingers away and the painful denial cut through me like a knife. I cried as my passionate need fled away, only to return with agonizing force once his fingers delved back in between my thighs.

He did this again and again until I was breathless with want. He drove me delirious with it.

I was going to beg him to come. I was going to plead for orgasm.

He edged me over and over as he made my desire for more intensify to levels that almost equated to the need of estrous, a feat that I had never thought humanly possible.

I opened my mouth several times as I fought the inevitable. I tried to hold in the words that I was so unwilling to say, but my need grew even greater and my body heated even further, and I could no longer keep silent.

He wanted me to beg for what I needed, and I was going to do it. I was going to say every last shameful word he wanted until he gave me what I needed.

“Please,” I began.

“Please what, little omega?” he pressed. “You’re going to have to be very specific if you want to be allowed to come for me.”

I cried out with shame, my body heating with it

“I need...” I pleaded, biting my lip before I said anything further.

He edged me again and when he ultimately took his fingers away once more, the resulting bite of agony made me wail with frustration.

I broke.

“Please, Alpha. Please let me come all over your fingers. Please allow me to orgasm over your knee with my bright red bottom on display. Please,” I begged, feeling my face flush even more scarlet with every last mortifying word that fell off my lips.

I sighed when his fingers returned to my clit.

“Is your bottom very sore?” he asked, while teasing me again with relief only he had the power to grant.

“Yes, Alpha,” I answered.

“Did you sob over my knee when you were spanked for the very first time?” he pressed.

“I did, Alpha,” I murmured.

“Do you really want to come for me after all that?” he questioned.

“Yes, Alpha. I really want to come for you,” I whimpered, hoping that he wouldn’t leave me wanting and needy. I feared that he would and that thought made me want to cry all over again. I sniffed back a sob and he pressed against my clit more firmly than ever.

“Please, I’ll be a good girl,” I pleaded. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you.”

I was so on edge that I felt like I could shatter at any moment.

“Oh, gods, please, Alpha,” I pleaded.

His fingertip circled over top of my needy bud, a promise of endless pleasure if only he could allow me.

“Will you ever doubt my word again, little omega?” he asked.

“No, Alpha. I believe you,” I answered quickly.

“Good. Now come hard for your alpha. I want to feel your cum all over my fingers as you orgasm for me again and again for me until you think you’ve had enough. Then, you’re going to keep coming for me until I give you permission to stop no matter how much it hurts,” he demanded.

With remarkable skill, he toyed with my clit once more and my orgasm burst over me with so much intensity that it left me reeling. I moaned, the sound low and shameful as I shuddered with pleasure. My inner walls fluttered hard and my core cramped as I imagined the sight of me naked with a bright red backside, still over his knees as I broke apart all over his fingers.

I came even harder because of it.