by Sara Fields
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.
It wouldn’t take much longer for me to reach that point.
My cries grew desperate. I started to beg.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“What do you think, King Erik? In your city, would this be enough punishment for a defiant omega?” Magnar asked the man at the other end of the table.
“No. Not even close, King Magnar. In Daneridge, her bottom would be bruised, and she’d be sobbing long after her punishment was through,” he answered. “I must say though, this makes dinner far more interesting.”
“I think so too,” Magnar snarled, and he paddled me even more mercilessly after that. For several hard cracks, I was able to keep quiet, but a number of hard strokes against my thighs made my walls start to crumble.
I moaned and my eyes watered. I blinked, trying to hold back the inevitable. It was a measure in futility though. I did everything in my power to prevent it, but the paddle was ruthless, and the first tear dripped down my cheek. It wasn’t much longer before another followed. And then another until I was sobbing against the surface of the table.
My tears pooled beneath me, liquid evidence that he had broken me with the horrid wooden thing and still he didn’t slow. The paddle punished me in a fast brutal cadence. My body slumped against the table. I no longer fought its brutal sting. I took every last hard smack, knowing I would feel this lesson for a long time.
Finally, I heard the wood click against the table as he placed it beside me. He unsympathetically gripped the hair at the back of my head and lifted me off the table. He turned me so that my bare paddled bottom was on display for everyone watching.
They were quiet and I sobbed, feeling very sorry for myself. My backside hurt so very much, and I knew it was likely going to remain that way for a good long while.
He forced me back over the table, ignoring my tears and gripping my punished bottom harshly. He spread me open with one hand and smacked my pussy with the other. He slid two fingers roughly into my pussy, twisting and turning them so that it hurt too.
He gave me no warning for what he did next. He just did it.
Those two fingers moved to my bottom hole and he thrust them inside me before I had any time to tense up and fight him. I’d never been touched there before. I’d never had a finger inside me, let alone two, and the burning, stinging pain caught me by surprise. My tight hole clenched down hard around him, and the agony intensified, only it was very different from the paddling I just received.
This went deeper. This raced up and down my spine with wild intensity and there was no stopping it. I had to take every second of it. It hurt enough that I wondered if it would ever end and then he pushed those two fingers even deeper. I keened as another knuckle punished my virgin hole. He pumped those thick digits in and out of me before he pulled them out. I took a deep breath of relief as the pain from his entry finally began to fade.
I heard the jingle of his belt and then I felt real fear.
Very real fear.
Forgetting myself, I tried to maneuver myself upward and succeeded in lifted myself several inches off the table before a single hand slammed down in the small of my back.
“I’ve taken my omega’s tight cunt a great many times, King Erik, but I’ve been saving the virginity of her tight little ass for a very special moment,” he murmured, and my terror intensified.
“Don’t!” I blurted.
“You will take what I give you, omega. I had planned to do this gently, but now I know you don’t need gentle. You need to be punished and most of all, you need this to hurt,” he threatened, his words meant for me and only me. I shuddered hard and then his cock slammed into my pussy almost as soon as I felt the heat of it brush against my skin.
I cried out from the unexpected ache. He fucked me leisurely and I came to a sickening realization about myself.
I’d been paddled hard. I’d sobbed through the pain even though he’d done it while putting me on complete display. And even with all that, I was soaking wet.
With every thrust, the wet sound echoed shamefully loud all around me.
He grasped my hair once more and pulled me up in order to force me to look at the visiting king. Then he pulled out of my wet channel, only to press the tip of his cock against my bottom hole.
“You will show King Erik respect, omega. You will keep your eyes on him when I breach your tight little asshole for the very first time. If you look away, even once, I’ll punish you even harder than I already have planned,” Magnar growled.
“Such hospitality, King Magnar,” Erik murmured and if I wasn’t in my current position, I would have slapped him across the face.
Magnar thrust into my bottom hard and I almost screamed. The initial agony was far greater than his fingers had been. There was literally nothing that could have
prepared me for it. His cock was so much thicker and as my bottom hole stretched far wider than it was ready for, I screeched, only it turned into something of a sob. There was no time to get used to it either. In a panic, my body tensed around him over and over, causing a stabbing pain that throttled me from deep within.
The paddling had been hard. This was worse.
Without mercy, he pushed all the way inside me until his pelvis brushed against my scalded backside.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, omega?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“You told Neegan you weren’t afraid of me. That’s changed now, hasn’t it.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I sobbed.
“Good.”
If I expected him to slow, he didn’t. With his cock thoroughly moistened by my slick, he had no difficulty pressing in and out of my body even through my reluctance. I cried out and he fucked me even more roughly, almost as if my whimpers were spurring him on.
I would have kept quiet, but that had long since proved impossible.
He thrust in and out of my ass with brutal intention, fucking me in a way that ensured I never got used to it. Every time his pelvis slapped against my backside, I would tense, and a fresh wave of agony would punish me from within.
This wasn’t a fucking for me. This was a fucking for him, and he was enjoying himself. But amongst the pain and the punishment, something else was welling to life from so deep within me that I knew nothing was going to stop it.
From the tips of my toes, my body began to burn. He took my bound wrists into his hands and I blazed even hotter. I could feel my core spiraling inward on itself and it took everything in me to breathe through my sobs. It didn’t take long for my cries to turn into undignified moans. Without his cock inside my pussy, my slick simply dripped down my thighs. He jerked into my asshole roughly and I felt the warmth of my arousal all the way down on my calves. I shuddered hard at the realization.
I knew better than to beg now. It wouldn’t grant me mercy. It would only make this harder on me.
So I gave in. I gave him everything and my world transformed into an ethereal bliss that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out.
The fire inside me flared hot and I moaned with shameful intention. I pushed back against him just as savagely as he fucked me. He released my hair, and I allowed my cheek to press against the table, lifting my hips and taking him even more deeply than I could have imagined.
My bottom hole still hurt, but that no longer mattered. The pain had twisted together with my pleasure, morphing into one intoxicating sensation that refused to let me go.
I took him, every last inch until I was on the precipice of orgasm.
His hips slammed into mine and I keened loudly as my release crashed over me. I shuddered hard and my entire body tightened so much that a jolt of pain rattled me senseless. Exquisite white-hot bliss flared through me unabated, scorching my entire body. My toes curled and my fingers gripped his wrists as he held me in place, never slowing as he took what was his to take.
My screams echoed all around me as the wet sound of Magnar claiming my last virgin hole reverberated deep into my soul.
“You will come for me until I’m through using this tight little hole, omega,” Magnar growled and another scalding hot flame burned through my core. Slick poured down my legs as my body cramped hard from the power of his growl.
With that single sound, he made me orgasm once again. He thrust into my bottom ruthlessly, forcing me to come again and again with his cock until I soon lost track of where I was or who was even around.
It no longer mattered that people were watching. It was as if they were no longer there. Now it was just Magnar and me, my body and his cock, my pleasure and his.
I came so many times that my body grew sore and still he fucked me. As the ache from so much pleasure tore through me, there was a point when I began to fear it. With so much ecstasy, my body began to fight back.
Every orgasm started to hurt.
He was turning my pleasure into punishment. I wasn’t in heat. My body wasn’t prepared to be used so hard and so thoroughly. My orgasm ripped through my core, twisting it into a vise that rendered me undone. Each burst of bliss quickly turned far more brutal than the last.
I cried out.
Then he made me come again with a vicious growl.
And then he forced me again.
Over and over until I knew nothing but the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my asshole.
Pleasure.
Agony.
The void of somewhere in between.
I screamed.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. Sobs racked my small frame as I writhed beneath him.
His grip tightened on my wrists and his thrusts grew far more savage. His pace increased and I felt his massive cock throb hard inside my bottom hole.
His scorching hot seed spurted so deep inside my ass that it forced me into one final orgasm that was harder than all the rest combined. My passionate desire obliterated every last rational thought left in my mind.
Even though my body was firmly pressed against the table, it felt as if I was freefalling with no landing in sight. My core twisted so hard that my legs trembled. My screams were wild and frantic, so utterly primal that I had trouble believing it was me.
I shook and trembled under the ravaging pleasure he forced me to take, crying and sobbing as my body clenched greedily around his cock. I tried to draw in air, but that soon grew difficult. My breath hitched over and over as I cried through it.
I suffered through that orgasm, feeling every bit the punished omega.
After what felt like an eternity of torment, my release finally began to fade, but my tears did not. My body trembled as he pulled from my tortured bottom hole. His seed dripped from me, shamefully oozing down my inner thighs.
Magnar untied my wrists and I slowly pressed my palms against the table. I didn’t move to stand up. I couldn’t.
“Have you learned your lesson, omega?” Magnar said firmly.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. My shoulders shook and Magnar helped me to stand.
“Why were you in Neegan’s study, omega?” he pressed.
I blinked several times, trying to remember myself enough to remember my part in the plan I’d put into place before this all began.
“I just wanted to know more about him. I’m sorry, Alpha,” I murmured.
Magnar’s brow furrowed and his eyes flashed knowingly. He’d finally recognized what I was doing.
“I am your alpha. You will seek out no one else ever again, omega,” he snarled and a vicious cramp tore through my punished body.
“Yes, Alpha,” I cried out and he grabbed my arm cruelly enough to hurt, but I knew he was simply giving me enough support so that I could remain standing. My legs felt like jelly and I feared they would give out beneath me at any moment. I didn’t want to fall.
“You will kneel at my side until dinner is concluded,” he said firmly, but his touch turned gentle as I wavered before him.
The bond pulsed between us and it took everything in me to get down onto my knees. He pulled in his chair and I leaned against his leg. I closed my eyes and simply focused on breathing.
His fingers petted the top of my scalp, offering me comfort in a place where such tenderness was forbidden.
My heart pulsed.
I loved him.
I knew that now.
Chapter 12
Ariana
I didn’t listen to a word that was said at dinner. Instead, I curled my arm around Magnar’s leg, relishing the feelings that cascaded through me after such a hard punishment. I felt like I was soaring, flying high above the clouds. My skin buzzed with electricity. His fingers scratched at my scalp and it took everything in me not to moan out loud at the sensation.
As the time passed, I slowly gathered myself, rebuilding the crumbling walls that Magnar had obliterated. Eventually, my frantic panting normalized, and my h
eart stopped beating so uncontrollably. A very deep and numb satisfaction pulsed through me and by the time the dinner was over, I was ready to go to bed.
Magnar finished working whatever deal he was after with Erik, and then he pushed his chair back and gathered me in his arms.
I was aware that Neegan was watching me. I met his eyes and within them, I recognized a certain curiosity. He’d realized that I hadn’t betrayed him and told Magnar about the poison. I’d protected him and he’d seen that.
With an exhausted smile, I winked in his direction.
He returned my smile with one of his own, only now he had a vested interest.
He’d fallen for my plan.
Perfect.
Now I only had to wait for him to make the next move.
“It was a pleasure, gentlemen,” Magnar said and without another second’s delay, he turned and left the room, taking me with him in silence. I closed my eyes and knew no more after that.
I slept until morning and when I finally woke, I found Magnar’s arms so tightly wound around me that I didn’t have the heart to wake him. Instead, I drifted in and out of blissful sleep and when he finally awakened beside me, I told him everything about my plan and what I had seen in Neegan’s study. It was just the two of us now, so there was no risk. There was no one watching or scrutinizing our every move. I explained that I had lied to protect the both of us, to keep the passages within the walls secret, but most important, to ensure that Neegan didn’t realize that I knew about the heart of his plan to kill Magnar and take the crown for himself.
Magnar listened without a word, his face tightening with concern at certain points of the story. When I finished, his expression was grim.
“I wouldn’t have been so harsh with you if I’d known any of this.”
“I know. But that was necessary. It needed to be real. For them.”
“I’m sorry, my omega,” he murmured.
“There is nothing to forgive, my alpha,” I whispered in return.
He was quiet for a long time and after a while, he finally cleared his throat.
“You and I will take him down. Together.”