Chapter 5

Ari

I'd never orgasmed so hard I passed out before. Not outside of heat, and definitely not in my first heat, even though the alpha had been a trained professional. Then again, that ESA from Bangers Mash hadn't had a knot that was so big it felt like my bone structure was rearranged. It had felt so strange and so fucking good that I'd literally lost my mind and fucked myself on Samson's cock and knot until the undeniable itch inside me was scratched.

I still hadn't satisfied myself by the time I'd passed out, I'd just overwhelmed my body to the point of exhaustion.

One heat wave, and I already knew this scenario with Samson would be the best sex of my life and then some.

When I came to, I felt weak and vulnerable and wrong. I was still lying face-down in the dirt of the forest floor, but instead of being spread into mating position, everything felt constricted and tight.

A second later, as I snapped fully awake, I recognized the sensation of being bound.

"Wakey, wakey, little omega fuck-toy," Samson said in a sing-song version of the predatory voice he'd used earlier.

The not-so pretend fear that had spiked my adrenaline and made the fantasy seem so, so real before rushed back on me. I turned my head to see Samson crouched next to me, smiling with narrowed, hungry eyes.

Fuck, he played his part well! He was so hot in a terrifyingly alpha way with his shirt off and his cargo pants unzipped. Now that I knew the way his massive body felt surrounding mine and inside of me, he seemed even bigger. I noticed his scent now, too, like a cozy campfire on an autumn night. I'd scented him before, during our preliminary meeting, but I'd thought it was the fireplace in his sex cabin.

Breathing him in had another heat wave rushing at me. My body screamed out that it wanted more, more savage sex, more massive knot, and that it wanted his thick, hard cock all the way up in my womb, making me completely his.

I squirmed with feeling, only to find that Samson had thoroughly tied me up. My arms had been pulled back behind me and secured together with my elbows almost touching, and my legs were lashed together tightly. That sent another burst of arousal through me. I'd discovered years ago that I liked bondage—like, a lot—and one quick wriggle told me Samson was an expert. I was a little disappointed that he hadn't hog-tied me or constrained me further, but I soon found out why.

"You're not going anywhere, little omega," Samson growled, stroking one large hand over the side of my face.

I whimpered and flinched away from him, but he just chuckled and brushed his hand over my shoulder and down my back to my ass.

"Struggle all you want, but I'm nowhere near done with this sweet ass yet."

He caressed my ass, then slapped it hard, jolting me into widening my eyes. Then he delved his fingers into the tight cleft of my ass, held together with ropes, until my slick was gushing out over his hand.

"That's right, omega," Samson said, his voice a thick, randy purr. "You think you want to get away, but what you really want is my alpha dick tearing up your insides and forcing your womb open."

He shifted to haul me up to my knees so that when he crouched, we were face to face, nose to nose, then said, "How would you like that, little omega? How would you like it if I forced my seed into you, forced your belly to grow big with my baby? Forced your tits to fill out with milk for me?"

A hard shudder passed through my entire body at the idea, and my cock stood straight out, aching with approval. We hadn't really discussed the scenario being a forced breeding thing, just the chase and fucking and a brief mention of breeding, but the idea of Samson impregnating me had every cell in my body standing up and screaming, "Yes!"

"No!" I whimpered instead, bursting into tears again. Fuck, even crying with fear had me more turned on than I'd ever been. "Green," I added, just to make certain he knew my shivering protests were all part of the game. "Please don't hurt me. Please!"

Samson gave me a wolfish grin that had my cock dripping, then stood. "You want it, little omega," he said, hoisting me up to my feet, then bending to shove a shoulder into my gut so he could carry me like a sack of potatoes. He slapped my dripping ass again once he had me secure. "I don't care who you thought you were before, but you're my breeding bitch now."

For the sake of the game, I tried to struggle as he started forward, but I gave up when he slapped my ass again and just hung over his shoulder, sobbing.

There was definitely something wrong with me. Even Hayden would think so, and he liked this kind of stuff. I'd been surprised in the night, chased through the forest, stripped naked, had an alpha's cock stuffed down my throat, and been fucked and mercilessly knotted in the dirt, and I'd never been so elated in my life. Part of me absolutely believed I was a hapless omega who was destined for a life as brood mare for a vicious alpha, trapped in the forest forever.

Then again, wasn't that exactly what I had waiting for me back in Barrington high society, without the forest?

I quickly lost track of how long Samson had walked me through the trees or where we were going. He pulled a cell phone out of one of the pockets in his pants and checked it, changing direction slightly, then walked on. My body felt like it was on fire as my second heat wave hit me full force. I could feel the slick pouring out my hole and dripping down my thighs onto Samson's chest, even though my legs were strapped together.

Samson drew in a long breath through his nose, then rumbled with desire. "You're ripe, omega," he said, picking up his pace a little as he put his phone away. "That ripe little womb of yours is just gagging for my seed."

"No, no!" I panted, squirming a little.

After a while, the forest around us began to look familiar. The crunch of gravel under Samson's feet told me we'd reached his property. I briefly noticed that he had all the lights in his house turned off and the curtains drawn, which made it look empty and abandoned. I was facing the wrong way to see if lights were on in his sex cabin, but judging by the faint glow in the area, there were some sources of light.

"We're here," Samson said, pausing to unlock the cabin door, then carrying me inside.

The place was lit, though the lights were dim. The cabin was surprisingly warm, or maybe that was just my heat wave.

No, as Samson lifted me off his shoulder and deposited me on the big, oak table, I could see a low-burning fire flickering in the rustic, stone fireplace on one side of the room behind a grate, like it had been burning high earlier and was nearly exhausted now.

It took me a second to think about struggling, and by the time I started to squirm, Samson had already wrapped two straps that had been waiting on the table, secured to some of the table's rings, around me to pin me down.

"Can't have you going anywhere, now can we?" he asked before stepping away to add a few more logs to the fire.

"I'm going to escape, you know," I panted, squirming as much as I could. "You can't keep me prisoner here forever."

"I can and I will," Samson said with a vicious smile over his shoulder as he stoked the fire. "You're my omega now."

I whimpered, mostly because a deep, deep part of me loved that idea. I absolutely fucking loved the idea that Samson really had taken me prisoner, that he'd wrenched me out of my dull, shallow life, and that he would force me to stay in the forest with him, growing round with his babies, year after year. That fantasy was even better than the one we were currently engaged in, and I writhed on the table with the pain of knowing it was all an illusion.

"Got a problem, omega?" Samson asked, stalking back to me once the fire was blazing. "Need another deep dicking?"

"No, please," I whimpered, struggling harder.

Inwardly, I screamed, "Yes! Yes! Knot me hard!"

Samson just chuckled in response to my tears. He moved to where he could cradle my face and stroke his thumb over my lips, then thrust his thumb into my mouth.

I was sucking on his thumb before I could remember I was supposed to resist him. It wasn't the part of him I wanted in me, but even that tiny bit of his sweat lit me up like nature intended.

"You want more than that," Samson purred, like he was playing with me. He took a step back from the table. "I know what you want."

I lay there, panting and desperately uncomfortable as I lay on my bound arms behind me and watched as Samson pulled off his boots, then shucked his pants. His thick cock sprang up aggressively, already shiny with pre-cum on the end. His balls looked impossibly large and heavy, like they were full of seed just waiting to burst out.

I wanted him in me so badly that I groaned, but I shook my head, pretending it was fear.

"This is what you want, little omega fuck-hole," Samson growled. He stroked his cock, squeezing more pre-cum from the tip. "You want this stuck in you every which way."

He was absolutely not wrong.

"No, no, green, no!" I whimpered, panting.

"I want that, too," Samson said, pretending to ignore me.

He shifted around to the head of the table, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward him. The straps holding me down were loose enough that he was able to slide me all the way to the end, until my head fell back over the end of the table.

That was the perfect position for him to pry my mouth open, then slide his cock inside with my head upside down.

"God, yes," he sighed, pushing in and pulling out slowly.

Thank God for heat eliminating my gag reflex, because the way he fucked my throat, I would have been a mess otherwise. The way he had me over the table, he was able to go deep enough to cut off my air. I was genuinely terrified for a second, praying he was still in control enough to stop before I suffocated.

A second later, I didn't even care about that as he reached for my cock and stroked it while pumping in me. I was coming in no time, dizzy from lack of oxygen, slick pooling under me. It shouldn't have felt so good, but boy did it ever.

Samson proved that he absolutely knew what he was doing when he pulled out, allowing me to gasp for breath. I hadn't been as near to asphyxiation as I'd thought, thankfully, but he seemed to like me in distress. With a few strokes of his cock, thick jets of cum erupted from him, painting my face and filling my open, gasping mouth.

"Mine," he growled as he continued to come. "My omega. Mine."

There was something different from the way he'd been playing so far in those words. I one hundred percent felt like he believed them and wasn't playing. And in that moment, my body on fire with need for him, as I licked up as much of his cum from my face as my tongue could reach, all I wanted was to be his omega, too.

The moment passed, and Samson lifted my head and shoulders to slide me back onto the table. My neck thanked him, but fear continued to pulse through me as he walked around to the other end of the table. I watched his every move as he pulled open a drawer on a cabinet to one side of the table, and when he took out a huge, wicked-looking knife, I whimpered in panic.

"My little fuck toy needs his knot," Samson said with a menacing smile, coming back to stand at the foot of the table.

"Don't hurt me, please!" I moaned, halfway meaning it. I wasn't the biggest fan of knives, and the fear that spilled through me was very real.

Samson just chuckled and grabbed my bound ankles. My breathing increased, and I was about three seconds away from shouting "Red!" when he used the knife to cut through the rope binding my ankles tightly together.

As soon as I realized what he was doing—spreading my legs open in the most terrifying way possible—I sobbed, settling back into the fantasy again. Samson sliced through the second set of ropes at my calves, then the ones around my knees, then my thighs. I was more than a little nervous about that glinting knife getting close to my balls and my hole, but Samson's grip on it was sure.

He set the knife aside, thank God, once he reached the rope around the top of my thighs. It had been loosened when the rest of the rope had been cut, and all he had to do was snatch and pull at the rope fragments around my legs to send it all scattering to the floor.

That left him free to grab my legs and wrench them open. My cock jumped with arousal, and a fresh gush of slick spilled out of me and onto the table.

Samson inhaled deeply. "I love the smell of an omega begging to have his ass filled," he said with a blissful sigh.

I was pretty sure he actually meant it.

Like he had at the other end of the table, he gripped my hips, legs spread wide, and yanked me down until my ass hung just over the end of the table. I expected him to shove his cock in me and knot me then and there, but instead, he crouched and planted his face in my ass.

I gasped hard as he thrust his tongue into my sloppy hole, then dragged it up over my taint to suck on one of my balls. The intimate pleasure was so unexpected and intense that I came all over my stomach. That only encouraged Samson, who sucked my other ball for a moment before returning to eat out my hole. He closed one hand around my cock as he did, holding it just so and stopping a second wave of orgasm from happening.

I sobbed with the pleasure of it, turned on even more by the way he stopped me from coming. I hadn't even known it was possible to do that, but the pressure it built inside me had me feeling like I was going to explode.

"Mine," Samson rumbled savagely again, moving back and fucking my soaked hole with his fingers for a moment. "My hole."

For a dizzying second, I thought he was going to fist me. I held my breath, waiting for it and, God help me, wanting it. There was something just a touch degrading about being fisted by an alpha. It had connotations of ownership and lack of agency to it, like omegas experienced in the old days. It meant you weren't independent or strong, you were property. It was actually something seriously special between devoted couples in the kink community.

I wanted Samson's fist in me, making me come like I had no rights to my own body.

What I got was even better.

Samson stood and grabbed my calves, pushing them open and back until I was gaping for him. I'd never been so helplessly exposed in my life and so unable to do anything about it. And when he shoved his thick cock into me, his eyes blazing with need and lust as he watched his entire length sink into me, I was pretty sure I'd died and gone to kinky omega heaven.

I was sweaty and sticky with slick and cum, I still had dirt, leaves, and sticks matted to my body, my arms were starting to burn with pain as they remained bound behind my back, but as Samson held me forcibly open and fucked savagely into me, I nearly blacked out with pleasure.

It felt so good. There weren't words to describe it. The friction and blunt force of having an above-average alpha cock violating me, the restraint of the ropes and Samson's strong, gripping hands, and the edge of fear that came with knowing almost no one knew where I was or who I was with…it was everything I'd secretly wanted and more. I felt like nothing but a hole, and it was ecstasy.

"Open for me," Samson ordered me, his cockhead slamming against the still-closed mouth of my womb. "I'll force my way in if you don't open for me. You're mine, and I'll claim you."

I let out a guttural cry, thrashing my head from side to side in the intensity of the moment. My whole body was trembling, and I'd been orgasming for at least a minute without realizing it. I wanted to do as my alpha commanded me and let him in, but I didn't actually have control over the mouth of my womb. It would open only if my body sensed conditions were right.

I wanted it so badly I was in tears.

When Samson grunted as his knot formed, locking the two of us together, I screamed. Screamed with pleasure, because I'd never felt anything like it. I could feel his cum bathing my insides like it was some sort of magic cooling that heat wave. My body felt one with his, pure pleasure, there to serve him. I was so overwhelmed that I didn't even try to fuck myself on his knot, like I had the first time. I just gave up and let him possess me fully.

With a few final jerks, Samson let out a heavy breath and collapsed over me. I wasn't surprised he was as exhausted as I was. I loved his weight over me, though, and even though I could have done anything with my legs once he let them go, I circled them around his waist like an embrace.

"Still green?" Samson panted, resting his head against my shoulder for a moment.

"Definitely still green," I panted in return. I was almost giddy with pleasure, and from breaking the scene for a moment. "This is far and away the best sex of my life," I added for good measure.

Samson smiled and grunted. I found myself really wanting to hear him say it was the same for him too.

He pushed himself up on his arms over me, and for a second, from the way he gazed down at me, I expected him not only to say it was the best sex ever, but that I really was his omega forever now, too.

Instead, he said, "How are your arms?"

I blinked at the thud down to reality. "They hurt," I said, only just realizing it.

Samson nodded and rocked back. I was still strapped the table and couldn't move with him, but we were still locked together by his knot. He leaned forward, undoing the straps, then pulled me to sit on his knot, which caused a wave of aftershock orgasms that had my eyes rolling back in my head.

"I'll just cut these ropes to free your arms," Samson said, reaching for the knife.

I caught my breath, eyeing the knife sideways. "I don't love knives," I said.

He paused, studying me for a moment. "Are they a hard limit?"

I shook my head. "No. I trust you." I smiled sheepishly and added, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but if you really want to scare me shitless…knives."

"Noted," Samson said with a grin, then proceeded to cut through the ropes.

Once my arms were free, Samson rubbed life back into them. We were still knotted, which was fine with me. I had to admit that I enjoyed the little time-out from our fantasy. I appreciated how good Samson was with aftercare as he brushed forest detritus from my body and checked for any wounds. I also appreciated that he had bottles of water within arm's reach and made certain I drank so I wouldn't get dehydrated.

It was all wonderful. But I would have been lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to sinking back into the fantasy again.