Exposed with just the barest touch of humiliation, it was everything I’d ever dreamed of, and when his hand jerked and came down on me for the first time I almost couldn’t breathe. Fiery pleasure shot through me and my breath caught in my throat.
By the time he brought his hand down on my other cheek, a moan escaped, and I could feel the way my body was shaking. He could have done it harder, but it was still perfect. The way he held me tight. The way his hand came down on me. The sexy little sounds of encouragement he didn’t even seem to realize he was making. It was perfect.
It was also too much. The painful pleasure…the relief at finally finding someone who understood me…the wonder at knowing the experience was even better than I’d imagined. How was I supposed to hold back?
Especially when he paused mid-spanking and trailed one finger down my ass, teasing over my wet entrance.
“My naughty little omega.” His voice was low and sexy, but I could hear how pleased he was at my reaction. “You like being put in your place, don’t you…submitting to your Alpha…knowing your pleasure and pain is up to me.”
There was too much going through me to be able to answer, but I wanted to scream out yes. Words wouldn’t work, since I could barely breathe. Thrusting up, I pushed into his hand and moaned as he circled my wet hole. “My beautifully dirty omega.”
My body couldn't seem to decide what I wanted. More of the painful pleasure was at the front of my mind, but there was a deep ache inside me that wouldn’t be satisfied without his knot. But Alpha decided that he wanted to spank me—and it was his decision to make. Desire and need spiked with each spank as he found his rhythm again, but deeper emotions stirred as he chased away every last fear and worry.
Fantasy couldn’t hold a candle to the reality of knowing I’d given everything up to my Alpha…to Shane. Every flood of sensation from the painful pleasure that fired through me had me sinking deep into the knowledge that there was nothing I had to do and nothing I had to worry about. I’d given everything I had to Shane and he’d soaked it up like it had always belonged to him. Like I’d always belonged to him.
I was his.
I was his to punish or pleasure.
I was his to use and tease.
I was his.
Shane tightened his grip on me and his hand came down right over my hole. It was too much. His erection pressing against me made it clear how turned on he was. The feel of being trapped against him, imaging everything he could do no matter how I struggled…knowing there was no way to hide how aroused he’d made me…
That little spice of humiliation was all I needed to push me over the edge.
I screamed out my orgasm as beautiful pain flashed through my wet hole. The image of what I must look like pushed buttons I didn’t even realize I had.
Shane held me tight, spanking me and whispering tender dirty words as he slowly gentled the swats. He let me ride out the pleasure, and by the time I was spent, he was simply stroking me and holding me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever owned.
I knew most people would never understand, but that was what I’d always wanted…to belong to someone.
I was so worn out and utterly spent, I just lay across his lap while his hands ran along my body. That I was mostly clothed with just my ass sticking out crossed my mind, but the energy it would take to fix the situation wasn’t worth it—and really, if Shane wanted me to change, he’d tell me.
Floating along, I must have dozed off and on because one minute his hands were caressing my back and the next he was teasing my hole. It took me too long to realize it was the sound of my own moans that woke me up.
Shane’s finger was making small circles around my still-slick ass and his other hand was rubbing my cheeks. “You’re back with me now.”
It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded anyway.
He chuckled, but instead of stopping his slow teasing, he rested his finger right over me and slowly started pulsing against my opening. It wasn’t enough pressure to enter me, but it made me feel achingly empty and I could feel my body start to respond even more. My cock might be done for the moment, but other parts of me were more than happy to beg for his attention.
Foreplay.
Sex.
Knot…apologetically, of course.
Clean up.
Carefully make sure omega was feeling like an equal.
Leave.
That was how sex was supposed to work. Shane’s spanking me until I came was so new, my brain didn’t know what to do. Was he going to leave? Was that it? Would he knot me even though I’d already come? I wasn’t in my heat, so an orgasm wasn’t guaranteed. Would I come again if he knotted me?
There was a dirty little voice in the back of my head that wanted him to knot me and use me even though I wouldn’t come again. I wanted to feel him pounding into me just to find his own pleasure. I wanted to be used.
