“You’ll punish me, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“I will, omega,” he warned. “Remember that.”
I couldn’t help myself as his words forced my pleasure even higher. My body wouldn’t stop moving and grinding against him. My clit was throbbing with desire. He smirked and a low growl escaped his lips, stoking my desire even higher until I was breathless with it.
I forgot that he’d told me I needed permission. I lost myself in my arousal and my first orgasm took ahold of me and didn’t let go.
My body took on a life of its own, riding him in a frenzy that I didn’t even know I was capable of. My arms tightened around him as I took everything I wanted, knowing that I better make it worth it now that I’d been so deliberately naughty.
Magnar was going to punish me.
My body pulsed and I came a second time. I wore myself out with one orgasm after the next and he groaned beneath me. I could feel his knot inflating just a tiny bit within me and I put in more effort than I thought possible. I didn’t care that I was growing sore. I’d enjoyed myself and I wanted to make sure he did too.
“Alpha,” I cried out as I came hard and I was rewarded with the burning pain of his knot stretching me open. It widened and my body took it. His fingers gripped my hips and held me down firmly against him, taking all of his cock and his knot at once before it anchored behind the bones of my pelvis. I cried out, taking the scalding pain and knowing that his seed would come next.
I always came the hardest when I took his cum deep in my needy little pussy.
This time was no different.
His seed spurted up deep inside me, over and over as I screamed with my pleasure. Ecstasy tore me open from within and I shattered on top of his cock. The vision of my upcoming punishment was permanently seared into my vision, making me come all the harder because of it.
My omega preened with bliss as he groaned loudly, the sound like a drug to me. I wanted more. I always wanted more.
This time he let me take it.
But I was going to pay for it and that made me burn all the hotter.
When I’d first met Magnar, I’d feared him. I’d thought he was the same as all the miserably cruel men in the Cult, but things had turned out to be far different than I’d thought. Underneath his cruel manufactured shell, he was sweet and kind and everything I’d ever wanted in a man.
He was more than just a man to me now though.
He was my alpha.
I was his omega.
“I love you, Alpha,” I whispered.
“I love you too, omega,” he answered, capturing my lips in a kiss that only cemented the power of his words.
He pulled me to his chest and laid me down beside him, his knot still anchoring us both together as one. I curled my body around his and laid my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the sated bliss buzzing through me and the gentle ache between my thighs at still having the base of his cock fully inflated inside me.
Pleasure and pain came together and made me whole.
Tomorrow, I would look forward to spending a fair bit of time over his knee and then on his cock. I fell asleep with those thoughts on my mind, my heart pounding with love, adoration, and just a little bit of nervous anticipation.
The next morning, Magnar was pulled away to a morning breakfast with the visiting king and I was left to my own devices.
I shivered, thinking about the moment Magnar had leaned down to whisper a word of warning in my ear before he’d left, reminding me that he would put me to bed with a very sore bottom that night. I’d moaned out loud when he’d also mentioned that all of my holes would hurt even more before he was through with me.
He’d dipped his fingers between my thighs and forced one sweet orgasm from my body that had left me quivering. He’d circled my clit firmly, forcing me to come hard and fast for him. My legs tensed around his hand as I started to rock back and forth, crying out as I came for him.
It felt so good that I was almost sad when his hand drew away.
“Good girl. I’m looking forward to seeing you this evening for your punishment, my naughty little omega,” he purred.
“Yes, Alpha,” I shivered, both nervous and excited at the same time.
He’d left the room and my clit still pulsed for his touch.
It had taken me a fair amount of time to push myself out of bed. I laid there for a long time wanting to slip my own fingers between my thighs, but I’d already stolen enough pleasure. I wondered how much this evening was going to hurt. I wondered how much harder I was going to come for him.
Finally, I climbed out of the warm mass of blankets and poured myself a cup of coffee. I moaned at the delicious flavors enveloping my tongue and watched the city down below from his window.
I took a long bath and dressed in one of my favorite light blue wrap dresses. I waited until my hair had dried before I braided it in a partial up-do. I even rubbed a few expensive oils into my bare skin to soften it in preparation for his touch later on. When I was ready, I left my room and made my way down to the kitchens in search of a freshly made breakfast.
I never made it there.
The moment I stepped out of the king’s chambers, a black hood slipped over my head. I was vaguely aware of the sweet scent of flowers before my eyes rolled back
