Rough (Alpha Brotherhood 3)

“What were you looking for in Neegan’s study, omega?” Magnar growled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I replied coyly.

“I would. You’re going to tell me,” he roared.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. His eyes narrowed slightly, sliding from Neegan back to me. Neegan looked at me with a peculiar curiosity, but he said nothing. Magnar cocked his head and I could feel his confusion. I didn’t do anything to alleviate it because I knew that he’d figure out my plot soon enough.

He strode over to me with purpose and swung his hand around to grasp the back of my neck. Roughly, he forced me to the table. Without pause, he bent me over it. He didn’t remove the hand from the back of my neck when he gripped the neckline of my dress and tore it straight down, exposing my back in one terrible motion.

He flayed the fabric as if it was simply paper. With my hands bound behind my back, I couldn’t push myself up. I tried to twist, but his palm on my neck prevented me from doing much at all. There was no way for me to gain any leverage like this.

I lifted my eyes as much as I could, getting a good look at those sitting at the table. There were a number of faces that I didn’t recognize. At the other end directly across from me was a man dressed in elegant finery. Burgundy and gold twisted together to make a luxurious overcoat that surrounded his shoulders and made him appear larger than life. His eyes met mine and I blushed hard, knowing that he was likely seeing the bareness of my back and the upper curves of my bottom cheeks.

“I can see that I’ve been too gentle with you, omega,” Magnar growled.

“Fuck off, my king,” I pushed. If I wanted Neegan to believe me, I had to go all in. I was going to act the part of dissatisfied woman the best I could even though it wasn’t even remotely true.

Casually, he tightened his fingers around my neck, and he lifted me up, tearing away the remaining tatters of my dress without a care. I watched him from the side of my eye as he reached into his pocket and casually laid two gold items on the table right in front of me. Roughly, he grasped my left nipple and pinched it hard. I couldn’t squirm away as he twisted it cruelly and a whimper escaped my throat, which only fueled him to punish it even more firmly.

“There’s so much of this body that has yet to feel what a true punishment entails and that’s going to change today,” he said darkly. I would have shivered with fear, but he twisted my nipple brutally hard and aching pain blossomed across my chest, capturing my focus entirely. When he finally released it, I breathed a sigh of relief. I tensed when he reached for the small gold thing on the table. Quickly

, he squeezed it and placed it straight over my chastised nipple. At once, sharp teeth bit into my tender bud. I cried out as those harsh points clamped down on my nipple, radiating agony like no other across the entirety of my breast. I shivered hard and then he pinched my right side just as roughly.

He repeated the motion with my other breast. It was worse this time because I knew what was coming and I could do nothing to stop it. Once the second clamp was in place, Magnar slapped each one, causing a fresh wave of agony to sear across my sensitive breasts. He slapped them several more times and I couldn’t help but cry out each time. I glared at him in an open challenge, even as my pussy was clenching with need at his rough treatment.

He didn’t say a word as he bent me back over the table, holding me down with a firm hand in the middle of my back. The pressure of the wooden table against my nipples was almost too much. I gritted my teeth and was caught off guard when his palm crashed down on my backside so hard that my body rattled against the table. The motion jostled the clamps on my breasts, igniting a burning sting that rivaled the one scalding my bottom.

Oh, fuck. That hurt.

The spanking started hard and fast, leaving me no time to catch my breath or even remotely prepare myself for what was to come. A soft whimper fell off my lips and I pressed them together so firmly it hurt my jaw. Each strike of his hand jarred me, forcing my nipples to scrape against the table. I attempted to press my chest down against the wooden surface, but that hurt a great deal too.

My whole world turned into one burning pain. His palm blistered my entire backside, its broad size encompassing much of my bare bottom with every spank. He punished from the upper curve of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs.

He’d never spanked me this hard before. He’d shown me that I needed to fear his belt and even my own hairbrush on occasion, but this was only his hand.

I was beginning to fear that too.

His palm peppered my bottom so hard that I began to question if it was even his hand at all. I tried to twist out of the way of his brutal cruelty, but nothing I did stopped his hand from falling. For a while, I managed to stay quiet, taking what he gave me as proudly as I could. I kept my eyes down on the table so that I couldn’t see the man across from me curiously watching the king turn my once pale skin a bright red. Even thinking about it made my face turn scarlet with shame.

He started exclusively spanking my thighs and that was far worse than all the rest. My skin was so much more sensitive there and he knew it, so he punished it just as firmly as he’d done the rest of me. It didn’t take long for him to break my vow to keep silent and soon enough, I started to cry out with every firm slap across my scalded backside.

He continued until I was forced to squeeze my eyes shut as the pain overwhelmed me. My bottom felt scorched by fire and still his palm punished me without mercy. I hiccupped and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. He was going to make me cry using nothing but his hand, but then he did something unexpected. He stopped and reached for a thin wooden cheeseboard.

Purposefully, he tilted it to the side and the meats and cheeses that had been so intricately placed in a circle slid right off of it. I swallowed deeply, staring at the terrible wooden thing. I could see the long lines of the grain of the wood. It would have been pretty if I didn’t know what it was about to do to me. He knocked it on the table once and then twice, before taking a damp napkin and wiping it clean.

Then he removed it from my view and tapped it against my naked backside. It was almost the size of one of my cheeks and I swallowed anxiously as it left my bottom.

With a resounding crack, he spanked me with ruthlessly hard for the first time. With a cry of shock, I closed my eyes and struggled to take the fierce bite, but a second one followed and I soon realized that there was nothing worse than this.

A wooden paddle was terrible. It hurt so much more than anything else. Unlike his hand, the entire sting was focused into a much smaller area. It took so much longer to fade, not that the speed of my paddling allowed it to. Before long, the paddle turned my backside into one unending stinging blaze and the tears that hadn’t fallen before soon threatened to cascade down my cheeks unbidden.

I tried not to cry. I tried not to let anyone know how much it hurt, but I was fighting a losing battle. The paddle was so much more punishing than anything he’d ever used before and he wasn’t holding back. He spanked my bottom and my thighs hard enough so that I knew sitting would be hard for at least the next several days. He focused the hardest on my upper thighs and I chewed the inside of my cheek in order to keep from crying.

The agony of the paddle on my backside made the pain in my nipples feel like almost nothing at all. Soon enough, the only thing I could manage to think about was the thrashing of the awful wooden thing.

The sound of it ruthlessly cracking against my bottom over and over should have made me blush, but it hurt far too much for that. I hoped he would stop soon, but I knew that he wouldn’t.

This was going to end when he wanted it to, likely with me sobbing and utterly repentant.