by L. V. Lane
Right back to the day when he found me hiding in that storeroom, the softer side of him, as he coaxed me out of my hiding place…and checked my injuries so thoroughly…and after…It was a lost cause. No Omega, of any kind, could resist that.
And that made his rejection and his lack of interest cut all the deeper.
Despite all this and knowing I had made a grave mistake, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to make me come. Silent tears rolled down my face.
It was about to be a long eight hours.
“Why are you crying?”
I shook my head.
“You pull this shit with your other Controllers?” he demanded, voice rough, his engorged cock still fisted in his hand. “Do you put on this show when you don’t get your own way?”
Shaking my head again, I scrubbed the tears away from my cheeks, eyes darting to the thick monster he was pumping with slow, deliberate strokes. “I’m not doing this on purpose. You’re being an asshole again!” I didn’t appreciate his accusation. He must know what being thrust into this situation with him was doing to me. No one could be that unfeeling!
“You sure like to push buttons, claws,” he said, watching me through slits. “Sulking, cursing, what else do you have in your bag of tricks? You’re a very naughty little kitten, especially when you’re frustrated. I’m going to enjoy bringing you to heel.”
My eyes flashed to meet his. He was so much more than I had glimpsed at before; more commanding—more everything. I was very tempted to tell him that he was an asshole again, but I figured he had gotten the message loud and clear.
“You want to come, kitten?”
I nodded because despite his obnoxious behavior, I thought I might die if he left me like this.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget to breathe.” He smirked when I perked up. “First, beg me for my cum.”
“Please,” I said. “Please give me your cum.”
“Worst fucking submissive in the known universe,” he muttered as his neck arched. He groaned deeply, and I gasped as warmth splattered against my pussy and thick jets of cum covered me. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, working his cock until every last drop had been forced out. He rubbed the tip around the mess he had made, and I felt irrationally jealous.
“I needed that inside me,” I scowled at him. I didn’t have much pride left.
He laughed, shoulders shaking…along with all that glorious muscle.
I might have enjoyed the moment a whole lot more had it not all been at my expense. My fists clenched.
Leaning back onto his knees, he stared at my clenched fists as if reading my mind. His thick cock glistened, and although it wasn’t quite rigid, it hadn’t softened completely. “You know, they can tell when Controllers are lying on the reports.” My eyes shot to his. “And I’m confident the pricks were lying when they said they had you under control. Probably too ashamed to admit you ran circles around them.” He reached between my legs and swiped a single finger through the mess. “They weren’t lying about how wet you get, though, were they.” He slipped that digit inside. “Or about how tight you are.” Then pumped it slowly in and out…playing in the mess…forcing it inside with two thick fingers…scooping up more and pumping it in again.
I couldn’t care less about what I had done or hadn’t done with previous Controllers. I could not have recalled a single name or any other thing about them, but I did know that I had obeyed them—mostly.
As he thrust his fingers deep and swiped his thumb over my clit my mind emptied of everything else.
“Where the fuck is your head at? You better not be thinking about other Controllers, kitten. Turn over.”
“Over?”
Fingers withdrew, and he slapped my pussy—hard. I squealed, mouth gaping in shock as my hand moved to protect the sensitive spot. “What are you doing!?” The pain morphed into a different kind of throb, and I tried to press my knees together, but he was still kneeling between them.
“Turn the fuck over and give me your ass for a sound spanking or I’ll spank this pussy instead.”
Wrenching my hands away, he clasped both my wrists within a single hand, and slapped my pussy again, hard, three more times.
Tears burned the back of my eyes and a thousand tiny nerves flared awake. I felt a mutinous level of violence, but I turned over faster than I might have deemed possible.
“Ass up. Head down. Legs apart.” Hudson interjected each command with a sharp slap of emphasis that landed on whatever flesh was available.
I was trembling uncontrollably and alternating between sobbing and cursing and begging before I was where he wanted me to be. It took a couple more slaps before my bottom was up high enough and head down low enough to his satisfaction.
He ran his hand up over my thighs, bottom and along my back. “Now this is a beautiful sight.” His palms returned to my bottom where he squeezed the cheeks hard. “I think this might be the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. So fucking plump.” He squashed the cheeks together and then pulled them apart. “I can’t believe no one has had this ass yet. Poor bastards were probably too scared. Did you put on your little show of tears when they touched you here? I just bet you fucking did. I’ve got news for you, kitten. This ass is all mine.”
“No!”
“Yes.” His voice was thick with threat. “I’m going to spank you hard now, and you better not move from this position. If you move, I’ll spank your pussy to help motivate you.”
“No!”
His palm connected before I could offer further protest. A sharp blow that made me yelp.
“No, I can’t!”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tears streamed. I yelped and moved again. The next blow landed on my pussy with a wet slap. I squealed.
“Keep fucking still,” he growled.
I pushed my bottom back and buried my face in the covers, gripped them fiercely and prayed for the torment to end. My pussy clenched with every blow, and a dull ache formed in the pit of my stomach. “Please, I’m sorry.” I had no idea what I was sorry about, but I would have confessed to murder at this point if I thought the dreaded blows would stop. “Please, I can’t be still! I can’t!”
It took several heaving breaths before I realized he had stopped.
“Kitten, that has to be the most over-the-top reaction to a couple of taps I have ever witnessed. You take acting lessons before you revealed as Omega?”
I shook my head, body shaking and tears soaking the covers. I was still furious, and frustrated but wary of more pain.
His fingers slid softly over my inflamed bottom, and I hissed and wriggled.
It earned me another slap on my pussy…And then another while I fought my way back to my knees.
If he did it one more time, I thought I might come.
“I didn’t tell you to move, Healer.” He continued to tap and squeeze my sore bottom while I cursed him under my breath and openly begged him to make me come. “You don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.”
I tried hard to be still, but every touch made my pussy clench, and I was so hot and wet that I could feel it coating my thighs.
“Are you going to behave now?”
I mumbled that I would while my mind burned with defiance. His fingers strayed closer to my pussy, and I became so perfectly still I barely dared to breathe.
“So, you can behave when you want to.” The bed dipped as he moved behind me, and then the blunt tip of his cock slid through that wetness. “I don’t think you can blame all this on me. I think my little Healer enjoyed her spanking more than she’s ready to admit.”
“No, I didn’t. Please!”
“Please what?”
The tip of his cock caught my clit, and I nearly shot off the bed.
I peeked over my shoulder to find his lips a flat line of disappointment. He gave his head a slow shake. I whipped my head back around. “I think someone wants to come.” He swiped the tip back and forth over my clit, and I fought t
o stay still. I could feel my heart rate rushing the more I tried to be still. By the fifth swipe, a sweet heat washed over my whole body. I came hard. Harder than I could remember coming before.
It took me long moments to come down from that high.
“I think you know better than that.”
My heart began pounding furiously again, but it was no longer from the pleasurable high. “Yes, sir,” I said, hoping it might mollify him.
“So polite when it suits you,” he mused. Positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy, he fisted a handful of hair and forced my face into the bed. And with a low growl, he pressed in, thick inches sliding deeper and forcing my gushing pussy open easily.
When the advance didn’t stop panic bloomed.
His fingers tightened in my hair while his other hand gripped my hip tightly. “Good girl, take it all.”
I trembled under his hands, stuffed full—too full. My inner muscles fluttered around the thick girth as if this might force it back out.
Pulling out swiftly, he plunged back deeper.
“Fucking heaven,” he murmured and began a fast, punishing rhythm.
And it was heaven.
The harsh fingers holding me, the way he forced his big dick deep and the complete mastery with which he controlled me was exactly what I wanted. And I was ravenous for more. Why had I denied myself this? Why had I fought it? I felt the power of every thrust, stroking deep inside, lifting my knees off the bed and pushing my face into the soft covers.
I didn’t know bliss like this existed. “Please, please, please,” I chanted, so far gone I didn’t care how needy I sounded.
That earned me a sharp slap on my bottom, and he hauled me back by my hair. I squealed as it drove his cock too deep, but he didn’t stop. Pulling me back by my hair until I was impaled on his cock and he was on his knees.
He clamped a thick arm around my waist and bounced me up and down.
“Ah! No! Please.” My legs dangled over his powerful thighs that were splayed wide and held mine open as he pulled my hair to arch my neck back. His mouth closed over the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder, and he sucked hard. Pleasure shot straight from that point to my pussy in a sharp, beautiful ache.
I reveled in the way Hudson used me, the way he clenched my waist just a little too roughly, the bite of his fingers in my hair and the throb at my throat. And deep inside I was aching so good where that thick cock plundered in and out. Overstimulated, I begged, “Please, I need to come.”
Even the verbalization of the request seemed to draw me closer to that welcoming precipice.
Lifting his lips from where they had abused the soft skin at my throat, he pressed them close to my ear. “Come, Healer,” he growled softly. “Then I can give you the hard fucking you need.” Shifting his grip on my waist, he pinched my nipple savagely, tugging and twisting it in his fingers, and gave up the most filthy, feral growl.
I came in a violent rush. A bright, perfect, prism of pure fulfillment that denied me rational thought. “Oh!” My pussy pulsed and gripped, nerves tingling with pleasure. His teeth closed over my throat, biting the tender flesh while his cruel fingers worked my nipple.
My inner muscles continued to spasm and I sank my nails into his arm.
“Good girl. So fucking beautiful when you come on my cock,” he said, working his hips back and forth slowly as I trembled. “There, that’s better isn’t it.” Rubbing his thumb back and forth over my sensitized nipple he reached with his other hand to smooth my hair over my shoulder. “I’ve marked you up good.” My pussy gripped. “Like the sound of that?” Soft kisses soothed the abused flesh. “I’ve made a fucking mess of your throat.” He ran his thumb over it, pressing gently and then more firmly while my pussy gripped and clenched around his thick cock. “Is it sore?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm. I’m sure it is. Looks like an animal has been at you.” As his lips trailed up the side of my throat, I tried to steady my erratic breathing. “A beast who likes making pretty Healers scream.”
He sucked gently on the soreness. I whimpered and fussed until he caught both my wrists and banded his arms around my body so that I couldn’t move. “Please, it’s too sore. It hurts.”
Ignoring my protests, he alternated between kissing and sucking, his iron-hard cock jerking inside me. He was enjoying this, enjoying controlling me, in doing to me anything and everything he chose to, whether I wanted it or not.
He liked that he was tormenting me.
I liked that he was tormenting me.
Straining against his hold, and finding it immovable, heat rolled over my body, a sweeping wave of anticipation that awakened my mind at his cruel domination. Everything he did was perfection, and his hands, his body, and his lips were the instruments of my destruction.
This was what I wanted.
What I craved.
What I had only glimpsed at with previous Controllers, and what I had instinctively known it would be like with Hudson.
He was going to ruin me.
I am already ruined. As if sensing what I needed, he pinched the little nub between my legs. I came again, moaning, long, low and filled with my sensual satisfaction.
“There we go. Let it all out. Such a beautiful sound. I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when I force my cock into your ass.”
I moaned louder, kept on clenching over that monstrous rod between my legs until my too full pussy locked, throbbing tight around that hard flesh.
“Fuck, your pussy is like a fucking vice around my cock.” Grip tight, he bounced me up and down on his length while I panted and begged him to take it out. “Loosen up for me, little kitten. I can’t fuck you deeply while you're gripping me like this.” My inner muscles did not know what to make of this assault.
“I can’t!”
“Yes, you can. Relax for me and let my dick in.”
I gripped tighter, and he muttered a curse, working me on and off that beast until my muscles gave out.
“Fuck, that’s better,” he said, grinding me down and making me squeal as the tip compressed over the entrance to my womb.
His hand spanned over my tummy, pressing until the inner ache bloomed stronger. “So many things I want to do,” he growled close to my ear. “And so little time to do them all. How are you at deep throating?”
I tensed—my whole body locked up.
“Hmm,” he said, sounding amused. “That’s what I thought.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna
I KNEW WHAT Hudson was going to make me do. And knew, too, that it was going to be nothing like the gentle encouragements I had experienced with my previous Controllers.
For the first time since I had listened to the recruiter's disparaging comments, I wondered if the algorithms they used to allocate matches had gotten this right.
A short time ago I had knelt voluntarily at his feet, and yet here I was again, that big dick now glistening with our combined releases. The angry red tip leaked precum that dripped in a long thread.
“Play with yourself. I want to see that little hand in your pussy.” He backed up this command by tapping his wet cock against my cheek and then smearing the mess over my lips.
My wide eyes were on his. No one had treated me like this. Uncomfortable was becoming my new norm. Like a sleepwalker, my hand dipped into my wet pussy, and I slid my fingers through the soft folds.
“That’s perfect, Healer. Get your fingers nice and wet and then I want you to push two of them up inside you. As deep as you can go.” Slapping my other cheek with the heavy weight of his cock, his heavy-lidded eyes held mine, not bothering to check that I was following his instructions. We both knew I was so deep down this rabbit hole that I didn’t have a chance of coming up.
I did exactly as he asked. My fingers sliding through that wetness before I pushed them into my pussy. It made a sloppy squelching sound, and I lowered my lashes and tried to move slower.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” he growled. His
cock was nudging around my temple, and it stuck to my hair before he wiped it back down past my nose—I took a sharp inhale of breath. “I want to hear your fingers working.” My breath trapped in my lungs. “Give me the fucking sounds.”
I thrust my fingers deeper, quicker, and the terrible wet sounds and my harsh breathing were all that I could hear, and they made me even wetter. Earlier, I had done this of my own free will. I had fooled myself into thinking I was in control back then, but I wasn’t in control. I hadn’t been in control since he hauled me out of the recruiter’s office.
He tapped his cock against my lips, but he didn’t ask me to open them. “Deeper, kitten.”
The wet sounds increased, my pussy weeping over the top of my thighs and hand.
“Good, now work your thumb over your clit at the same time.”
“Oh!” The sensations were too much when coupled with that cock Hudson seemed intent upon smearing over my face. The smell of it was driving me forward, pushing me toward that line.
“Fuck, if you could see yourself, Healer. Tits jiggling as you finger your wet, greedy pussy. Face all sticky where I’ve wiped my dick over it. You’re a beautiful fucking mess.”
I was so close, desperately close, something I had never managed in front of a Controller before. I had always gotten too self-conscious. “Please.”
“Fingers out.” As I whined, his lips twisted in a cruel smirk. “Open up.” I had no chance to assimilate what was happening, caught as I was on the cusp of my own denied release. He surged deep the moment I parted my lips, filling my mouth completely and nudging at the entrance to my throat. Breathing through my nose, I tried to prepare myself even as I admitted that I could not.
“So fucking warm and soft around my cock.” Bracing my face in his big hands, he cupped my head and drew me slowly on and off his cock. Those hands felt tender. Our eyes met, his were dark, almost black, and I blinked and tried to find some reason to hate this, but I couldn’t.
“Soft, wet and warm,” he said. His face turned predatory again, and yet something was wrong, missing, that frisson of danger masked.