Page 92 of Her Broken Alpha
Another lash from the flogger. She hissed this time, clenching, not wanting him to touch that thing inside of her. Not wanting it moving. But the clenching had almost the same effect and she moaned low.
"And rule three: Stay out of Monster's shit." He was furious. The words were a growl that resonated with her every raw nerve. Things clenched. It hurt.
But. But...
She was so aroused. How could she be? The heat had layers of tingling, layers of need. Her brain told her that she must cum. She needed to cum. And at the same time it held her there, freezing her there with distress and yearning.
She couldn't move her hips. Couldn't bear down. There was no pressure for her straining clit. No ease for her clenching womb and filled bottom.
She wasn't supposed to move at all.
"Say it!" he demanded.
"Stay out of Monster's shit!" she cried.
The flogger came down hard. Brutal.
"Look at those colors. Look at how fuckin' dripping you are. Baby doesn't know what to do with herself. Let's go through it again. I know you want to learn this lesson."
He made her say it all again and again, spread out, bottom facing him, taking the flogger, the plug, and the root, until she didn't know what she was saying, where she was, or who she was. He pushed her into a place like her heat cycle, ready, willing, and submitting to anything he wanted. She was so desperate for pressure, for his touch, for absolution, that she was arching into the whip for the punishment.
Prowling around her, Monster grabbed her head and smoothed her hair from her sweaty brow. "What are my three rules, Naya? Tell me all of them."
"Stay where my Monster puts me. Only take gifts from Monster. And stay out of Monster's shit."
"Damn fuckin' right. Open your eyes."
She hadn't realized she'd closed them. He was there, the downward position of the bench at the perfect height for her to see his hard cock. He was not unaffected. The color of it was dark and angry as it dripped. His purr, coupled with his scent, overwhelmed the smell of ginger that would forever equal punishment in her mind.
"My treasure did good. So good. She didn't move. She took what I gave her. She learned the rules. You are, you know. You are my treasure. I can't lose you. Can't risk you. Can't have you in danger. I just cannot. I thought I was insane before, but that's nothing, Naya—nothing."
He moved his hands over her face, wiping away her tears. He had his shirt in his hands and used it to clean the mess of drool and snot.
"Monster," she whimpered. She needed his touch to connect her to the present, to this room, to him, but it wasn't enough. Not at all.
"Breathe now, my good girl," he said, picking her up off the bench. She thought his voice had gone ragged and emotional, and she pressed her face in tight against his neck and jaw, unable to tear herself away.
It was two steps for him back to the nest. He held her so that he could talk into her ear. "You are so beautiful. So strong. Perfect. I never imagined you. Never dreamed a woman like you existed."
Freed from the bench, she clutched him to her and clawed at his skin. She wanted him inside, needed to get inside of him where his heart beat.
They sat down. He kept her in his lap, but tipped her so that he could reach around and remove the plug and take away the ginger root.
"I have something for the welts," he said, but she couldn't let him go. She needed relief that had nothing to do with pain.
His touch and purr moved all over her, soothing. He laid her over his lap so he could look at them, guiding her with purrs and encouragement.
Naya acquiesced, but kept herself as curled into him as she could, until that earthy scent of his cock went to her head.
"Monster, I want—”
"All right. Take what you want, treasure. You can have whatever you want from me." A great, lazy lion, she could feel his satisfaction now that he'd taught his lesson, gotten her submission. He lay down and let her take from him.
Set free, Naya took.
His roaming hands and steady purr mollified her appetite for touch while she turned and found his cock with her mouth, licking up all that wasted musky flavor that had dripped from him. She loved the taste of it, the wild spice cake of him. She needed it; no one had ever accused her of having self-control when it came to her favorite things. She wanted everything she could get and wanted it inside of her as soon as possible.
Omega instinct and need ruled.
