by Sara Fields
I whined with desperation. My cries sounded pitiful to my own ears, but it didn’t matter.
My skin was feverishly hot. All I could think about was how good his cock felt in my pussy and how much his thumb in my bottom was turning me on. He used that digit to fuck my ass slowly and my tight little hole clenched around him. He chuckled knowingly before he thrust all the way forward, his cock bottoming out inside my pussy even more deeply than before.
“Good little girls get their pretty little pussies fucked, isn’t that right, little mate?” he asked, and I trembled with arousal. I could feel my inner walls tightening around him, showing him exactly how much I needed him right now.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, arching my back as he dragged his cock in and out of me teasingly slowly.
“Bad little girls get fucked someplace else, don’t they, little omega?”
I stilled as realization dawned on me.
“You were a bad little girl, weren’t you?”
My mouth went dry and my heart felt like it was going to explode. His thumb pumped in and out of my bottom, as I slowly realized that I wasn’t going to be able to come with his cock inside my pussy. He was going to make me come with his cock in my ass. He was going to punish me with that cock, the same way he’d already punished my throat.
“Please don’t,” I begged.
He removed his thumb and pressed two fingers roughly inside of my asshole. He wasn’t gentle because he was sending me a message. He was going to take my bottom with his cock whether I liked it or not.
“I was a bad little girl,” I finally answered, the nervous anticipation in my voice making it tremble violently.
“Where are bad little girls fucked, my naughty little mate?”
His two fingers spread open and I cried out at the sudden painful stretch that blossomed across my asshole. His message was clear.
I was about to get my last virgin hole fucked for the very first time.
“You will answer me, little mate. Loud and clear so that the entire pack can hear,” he demanded. I keened with shame and my entire body tightened around him. No matter what I did, I couldn’t hide my desire like this, not with his cock pressed deep inside me, not when he could feel every time my pussy seized greedily around his cock.
No. I could hide nothing like this. My body was telling him exactly what I needed.
Flushed with my shame, I opened my lips and I said the words that he wanted to hear.
“Bad little girls are fucked in their bottom holes,” I finally managed to say. A rush of wetness coated his cock and my nipples peaked against the moss-covered wood.
“Do you think I’m going to be gentle even though it’s your very first time?” he asked, and my body shuddered hard.
“No, sir,” I answered, my voice high-pitched and nervous.
“This wet little pussy is so very needy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, alpha,” I whispered, trying to hold myself together.
His other hand caressed my shoulder, trailing across until his fingers hugged my throat. His grip tightened, a maneuver of power that reminded me that I had never been in control.
Using his grasp on my throat as leverage, he pulled free from my pussy and removed his fingers from my bottom, only to replace it with the head of his cock. He’d stretched me open only a little with those fingers and as he pressed forward with his thick girth, I realized how very much I was unprepared for what was about to happen.
His cock was so much larger. It stretched me wider and my body revolted, tightening around him in a panic. I lost control of myself then as a vicious burning pain raced up and down my spine, holding me captive as his punishing cock claimed my bottom for the first time. There was no gentleness in the way he took me. He knew it hurt. It was supposed to.
This was what would truly bring the punishment home. This was what would break me.
Here I was, naked and on display while my alpha took my ass in front of the entire pack. He’d told me he was going to fuck me like this, and he had been true to his word.
I hadn’t known it could hurt this much. I wasn’t prepared for how very much it turned me on either.
Even as my body shook with the painful ache of his advance, my pussy fluttered with need. My entrance was desperately empty, and my clit throbbed with sensation. The more his cock pushed into my bottom, the more I wanted to come.
I needed release badly.
With one final thrust, he pushed his entire length into my sore little asshole, and I keened as my body fought his intrusion. For a long moment, I struggled to take him and when his grip tightened just a bit around my throat, I found myself giving in and the pain started to fade just a little.
“Where is my cock, little omega?”
“In my bottom hole, alpha,” I whispered, digging my nails into the wood beneath me. Waves of soreness still burst across my flesh and jolted straight down to my core, residual tremors of my body’s reluctance to take him where he wasn’t meant to be taken.
He thrust in and out of my bottom slowly, almost as if he was reminding me that he could. An indecent sounding moan escaped my lips and I clamped them together in shame, but then he started to use my bottom harder. Faster.
I moaned louder.
There was no kindness in the way he used my bottom. This was a punishment and it was meant to hurt, but what was even more shameful was the fact that I wanted to come this way. I liked it rough like this and the orgasm brewing deep inside me felt like a tidal wave that was hell bent on breaking me into pieces.
I knew that once it hit me that I would never be the same.
My pussy pulsed with need. My arousal dripped down my thighs and nipples hardened into tight little sensitive peaks that begged to be touched.
I needed to come, badly.
He needed to give me permission.
I began to beg. I didn’t care how embarrassed it made me. I no longer thought about who would hear me or see me behaving like I was going into heat.
“You want to come, don’t you? You want to come with my cock deep in your tight little bottom,” he demanded, and my pussy squeezed with my desire.
He was right.
“I do. Please let me come, sir,” I begged.
My face flushed, but my body demanded release. He’d taken me over his knee and spanked me with his hand. He’d whipped my ass with my own belt. He’d thrashed my nipples and my sensitive little pussy with it too. My throat was sore from his cock. My pussy was too, but even after all that and maybe especially because of it, I wanted to come. Badly.
I pleaded for the privilege. I promised to be a very good girl if he would just let me orgasm. My words sounded desperate and needy and altogether pitifully shameful, but it didn’t matter.
He owned me. I was his mate and he was my alpha. He decided when I would come and if he would even allow it at all.
Liquid arousal dripped down my thighs, direct evidence of how very much that thought turned me on. He’d taken every single ounce of control and claimed it for himself and now I waited for him, waited for permission to come as I trembled before him. He’d made me a wet little mess and I wanted him even more because of it.
He thrust in and out of my bottom hard.
“Come for me, little mate. You’re going to come even harder than you ever have before and you’re not going to stop until there are tears dripping down that pretty face. You’re going to keep coming for me until you’re sobbing and even then, I’m not sure I’m going to allow you to stop,” he warned and the strangled sound of fear that left my throat revealed my terror.
He used my bottom hole hard. It hurt, but that only made me edge even closer to release. There was no fighting the orgasm that threatened to take me. It was going to destroy me once it hit. I knew that and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My clit pulsed with sensation and I moaned as desire raced through me. My core quivered, quaking with need from the painfully pleasurable bottom fucking I was receiving. I shook with unr
eleased passion and my pussy tingled with arousal. Every second that passed amplified the needy bliss that was just out of reach.
At least, until it wasn’t.
Agonizing ecstasy sliced through my core like a hot knife through butter. A strangled scream slipped through my lips and my pussy spasmed hard, tightening desperately around empty air as his cock speared in and out of my most reluctant hole. My clit pulsed and I moaned, drowning in the pleasurable bliss that his punishment had forced me to take.
“That’s right, little mate. Come hard with my cock in your naughty little bottom,” he murmured, and another orgasm broke over me with just as much intensity as the first.
I obeyed. I came so hard that I broke into a million little pieces. My thighs splayed and I writhed beneath him as he took my bottom as hard as he pleased. It was rough and my bottom ached, but I didn’t care. It just made me come harder than ever.
I moaned and screamed with pleasure. I was so loud that I was sure that I was echoing through the forest. There was no doubt that the pack had heard me come. Kiba released my throat after that and shifted his fingers into my hair at the back of my scalp. He closed his fist and wrenched my head backwards, forcing me to face the betas who were watching me come so very shamefully.
My pussy clenched down hard. I didn’t want to like it, but I did.
I screamed as another orgasm tore through me. My thighs shook and I was suddenly grateful for the support of the log beneath me. The back of my scalp burned as he pulled on my hair, tightening his fingers cruelly in order to remind me of my place.
He used me roughly, his thrusts punishing and forceful as he fucked me. Everything hurt. My pussy was sore, inside and out. My nipples throbbed from his fingers on my flesh. I could feel the painful ache from the belt all over my body.
I came harder because of it all. I lost total control and I drowned in pleasure. An endless black hole of desire consumed me.
My clit throbbed hard with bliss and my pussy clenched down tight. My passion cut through me so fiercely that I felt like I was being torn open from the inside out. Pain and pleasure twisted into one inseparable sensation. One orgasm bled into the next and soon I lost track of how many times I came for him.
It didn’t matter anyway. I was going to come for him until he allowed me to stop. It didn’t matter how sore I was or how much I begged him for mercy. It was up to him when this punishment ended.
With each subsequent orgasm, that became more and more clear.
The first few times I came for him, it felt wonderful and it had been exactly what I had needed. The more and more my releases ripped through me, the more painful they became until my breath hitched in my throat.
I lost control completely and I wailed as I came again.
Pain. Pleasure. Agony.
I no longer knew up from down. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts.
I was his and he was mine.
Ecstasy destroyed me from within, shattering me into a billion little shards of glass that would never be put back together again.
I started to cry.
And then he reached beneath my legs and pinched my clit hard.
I screamed as I broke.
He thrust in and out of my bottom far harder than before as he wrenched another orgasm from my overly sensitized body. He twisted my clit roughly, and I cried out.
I sobbed. Tears poured down my cheeks. My breath was ragged, and I struggled to draw in air, needy little pants of desperation echoing around me.
I begged for mercy. I pleaded to be allowed to stop coming for him.
My words didn’t matter. He wasn’t through with me.
I screamed. I cried. I sobbed for him as he forced me to orgasm again for him.
“Do you feel like you’ve been punished, my sweet little mate?” he asked.
I tried to answer but I couldn’t. I wailed and nodded, trying to form words but I was no longer capable.
“One more orgasm, my little mate. One more and then it’s all over,” he said firmly, and I sobbed even harder knowing that it still wasn’t done.
I obeyed because I had no other choice.
Sheer agony brutalized me from within as my body submitted to his command. Blazing fire scorched me as my core twisted in on itself in one last cruel orgasm that broke me so hard that I didn’t know if I would ever stop crying. His seed spurted deep into my bottom and I screamed as wave after wave of harsh never-ending sensation slashed through me, over and over until I lost myself completely.
I don’t know when he pulled his cock free from my bottom. I don’t remember how I ended up in his lap with his arms around me. I just know his strength surrounded me and the tears continued to fall.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whispered over and over again until he pressed his lips to my forehead and then my cheek until he kissed my lips, swallowing my cries once and for all.
“Shh. It’s all over. You’re forgiven, sweet mate,” he whispered, and I curled into him, desperate for someone to hold onto. I clutched at his chest, knowing that person would always and forever be him.
Chapter Ten
Dawn
I don’t know how long he held me for. It could have been minutes or hours, but it didn’t matter. His soothing touch dried my tears. His calming fingers grazed up and down my naked back, quieting my cries and letting me know that everything was alright. His strong arms comforted me probably more than he would ever know. I sniffled and pressed my face into the curve of his throat, deeply breathing in his scent because it consoled me too.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, and my heart leapt in my chest.
He didn’t ask me to speak and I was glad for it because I wasn’t sure if I was even capable of forming words yet. Instead, he just allowed me to gather myself until I was ready to speak again.
“I love you,” I finally whispered, and his arms tightened around me.
“I’ve loved you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, sweet girl,” he replied softly, and I lifted my eyes to meet his. They were full of love and adoration. He had meant every single word.
I felt so very light in that moment; he’d taken all my worries and stresses away from me. The only thing that mattered was the two of us. Right then, there was nothing else.
Just us and our destiny to become one.
I had fought it at first. I didn’t want to accept his power over me, but as time went on, he claimed first my body, then my mind and ultimately, he’d conquered my heart.
Tentatively, I pressed my lips to his and kissed him. His palm cupped around the back of my head, taking control but only by a little. It was gentle and I breathed into him, reveling in that moment of perfection.
“What do we do now?” I asked, my voice shaking as I leaned back against him, trying to stop the trembling in my legs.
“Were you successful, little mate? Were you able to gather enough information about the scientific activities of the government?” he asked.
I turned back to him, surprised that he would even ask.
“You were punished for planning the break-in on your own and not telling me. You were also punished for disregarding my instructions to stay where I told you to stay. You were not punished for your idea itself, which was a good one. You’ve trained a long time to understand the different intricacies of scientific experimentation. Should the information you gathered prove fruitful, I’d like you to continue what you had planned. The only difference will be that you’re going to do it by my side, rather than on your own. Do you understand me, Dawn?” he explained.
I dropped my eyes and nodded, feeling incredibly small and humbled before him.
“You’re forgiven for all that. No more looking back at past regrets or mistakes. I want you to think about the future now. I want you to think about the sound of our children’s laughter. I also want you to think about the pack and then I want you to think about the two of us, happy and safe. Now think about the fact that you helped make that all possible.
I’m so very proud of you for that. You have a keen mind and I want you to always feel free to use it, but you must remember that I will forever be your alpha and you will always be my first and only love, my omega. My mate. You’re mine, sweet girl. Never forget that,” he continued and even though I was so very sore and sorry for what I had done, his words made me smile.
I opened my mouth hesitantly, before I swallowed back my nerves and answered his question.
“I took pictures of everything that I could,” I said as I reached for my pants and slipped out the phone from my pocket. None of the guards had taken it and I had been relieved to still find it there several days later. I’d kept it turned off in order to preserve the battery. “Complete with the notes Ashe was able to obtain off the servers, I have more than enough information to replicate their work and take it for myself. I have a number of contacts in the pharmaceutical industry that would be more than ready to buy this kind of research and develop it into production. This work would forever change the human world, giving them access to longer life and the capability to overcome many issues of infertility.”
“What would you need?” he asked.
“A lab. If we returned to the place where you first found me, I could finish conducting my research there in secret. They would stop looking for me once I completed what they wanted me to do and then once I finish, we could leave and take the pack somewhere safe,” I suggested quietly, and he nodded.
“Then we will take you there,” he replied.
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It took days for my soreness and the marks from the belt on the backs of my thighs to fade, but I liked that. It reminded me of the day I declared my love for my alpha and it also made me think about his bold dominance over my body, mind, and soul. I would run my fingers along each one, using my nails to scrape the welts left behind and reliving the moments where he put me over his knees, whipped me with my own belt, and then took my ass for the very first time.
Every time I thought about it, it made me wet.