Chapter 6

Samson

The fantasy was going exactly to the plan Ari and I had worked out in our meeting…and it wasn't playing out at all like I thought it would. On paper, everything that had happened was what we'd agreed on, but I'd never played a fantasy that felt as real as this one. Never.

"He's not overstepping, is he?" Jay asked when I checked in with him, right on schedule, midway through the next morning, as Ari slept. "Alphas need safewords too, you know. You can also tap out if it's too intense for you."

"It's not that," I said, shaking my head and cradling the cup of coffee I'd nearly finished. "Yes, Ari is way more committed than any omega I've ever played with before, but not in a way that makes me feel unsafe or in danger."

"Good," Jay said with a nod. "Because I've known an alpha or two who ended up in deeper than they wanted to be."

I couldn't help but smirk at those words. I'd ended up deep in Ari, alright. Four times now. It was like his body was hungry for mine and wanted me lodged deep in him forever. His insides had been so pliable and ready that last time, just after dawn this morning, that I'd been certain I would breech his womb.

But that still hadn't happened. The entrance to his womb was still sealed up tight, though each time I'd knocked on that door, so to speak, I'd felt it soften up more and more. It felt like it was only a matter of time until the whole fantasy got kicked up another notch.

"I think I'm in just about as deep as I want to be," I told Jay with a shrug of one shoulder. I sipped my coffee to hide just how deep that was.

The truth was, I was having the time of my life. This was the best fantasy I'd ever played out. Mostly because it didn't feel like an impersonally contracted fantasy at all. It felt really, really real. When Ari hit the peak of his heat waves, I wanted him with genuine emotions. Fucking him while he was vulnerable like that ignited every alpha instinct I had.

Those instincts had made me, shall we say, enthusiastic with my fucking. Ari liked bondage, so I'd spent his third heat wave tying him up like a pretzel with his ass hanging open. He'd looked absolutely beautiful stretched and bent and unable to protect his ass or his mouth. And his cock had stayed hard and dripping the entire time, at least, when he wasn't coming with my slightest touch.

In a way, it was hard to believe he was only twenty and that this was only his second heat. He was a complete natural when it came to submission. It wasn't just in the way he knew how to let his body be bent and used, it was in his eyes as well.

I sucked in a breath as I remembered his eyes, my cock filling a little under the robe I'd donned for the check-in call with Jay. Ari had gorgeous, dark, expressive eyes. He cried easily, which ticked all my darkest boxes, I had to admit. In fact, I'd never met an omega who matched my tastes more perfectly in my life. Not any of the omegas I'd played with, and not the two exes I'd thought I could have something more with, but who'd changed their minds about me and left.

"You still there?" Jay asked, squinting at his computer, as if checking to see whether the connection had frozen.

"Yeah," I answered. "I was just thinking."

"That's not your usual ‘just thinking' face," Jay said.

I shrugged. "I wasn't thinking my usual thoughts."

"Oh?" Jay perked up a bit. "This sounds interesting."

I let out a heavy breath and rubbed a hand over my face. "I was thinking about Rick, if I'm honest."

"Oh, Rick," Jay said, as if he knew everything about what that meant. "Don't waste your time thinking about Rick," he went on. "The two of you didn't want the same things."

"You can say that again," I said with a grunt.

Rick had seemed like the perfect omega. He'd been fun and bright, and he made a mean omelet. But he didn't have a kinky bone in his body, and even though he'd said he was okay with an open relationship so that I could continue on with the Dark Fantasies Club—because by that point, even though I was new to the club, I'd already seen how much good I could do at keeping mischievous omegas out of trouble by being their fantasy alpha now and then—he'd quickly changed his mind about that.

My kinky side had scared Rick away. With Ari, the more I scared him and the kinkier I got, the more he seemed to like it. The two of us were definitely encouraging each other's depravities, but it didn't feel like a bad thing. Quite the opposite.

"Well, as long as you and Ari are still in agreement about what you're doing," Jay said, bringing me back to the present. "I'll consider this check-in a success."

"Thanks," I said. "We're definitely still in agreement about what we're doing. I'll make sure Ari texts or calls his second when he wakes up."

"You do that," Jay said. "Have fun."

Jay ended the video call, and I slumped back in my chair, still thinking things through. I could hear Ari's voice in the other room, the small bedroom at the back of the house that wasn't part of the play area, so I guessed he was already checking in with his friend. I'd give him a few minutes.

I got up to rinse out my coffee cup and to make sure there was plenty of water and something simple and nourishing for Ari to eat when he was done with his call. Omegas in heat didn't have much of an appetite, but they needed something to keep their strength up. Especially with the kind of gymnastics Ari and I had been engaged in. I had something planned for his next heat wave that I knew his dirty little mind would love, but I wanted to make sure he was prepared for it.

By the time Ari stepped out of the bedroom, looking uncertain about how to get back into the scene, I had everything ready.

"I just want to make sure you drink some water and eat a protein bar before we get back into the fantasy," I told him in my regular voice. I still had my robe on, which helped distinguish that we were out of the scene.

Ari nodded, then inched warily forward. He was still naked, and while the alpha part of me loved the idea of my omega walking around naked while he was in heat, the sensible part of me wanted to make certain that was how Ari wanted to be.

"Do you need a robe? Something to cover up with?" I asked as Ari inched his way into the kitchen.

"No," he said, slowly and hesitantly. "I…I like feeling this way. I don't think I could put something over my skin at this stage of heat anyhow."

"You are allowed to come all the way out of the fantasy headspace if you want to," I reassured him, taking a water bottle and protein bar over to where he'd gone to stand, leaning against the oak table.

"I know," he said sheepishly as he took the bottle and bar. He winced then glanced worriedly up at me. "Is it okay if I don't want to be fully back in reality?"

Red flags started flying in my head. The only reason I could think of that someone didn't want to take a time-out from a days-long fantasy was because their reality was worse than the sickest things I could think of to do to them.

But it wasn't my place to play psychologist. Even if a big part of me wanted to.

My omega, the instinctual, alpha voice deep in my core reminded me.

That had me sucking in a quick breath. I'd never had trouble separating fantasy from reality before. Not even soul-deep.

"You can do whatever you want, little fuck hole," I growled, getting back into character without returning fully to the scene. I stalked toward him, loving the shiver that passed through his naked body and the way his cock jumped, and grabbed him around the waist. I hoisted him to sit on the edge of the table, then trapped him there with my body. "But you can't leave."

Ari drew in a deep, trembling breath, then another, staring up at me with an intoxicating combination of fear and desire. "You can't keep me here forever," he whimpered, fully in character.

"I can and I will," I said, lowering my voice to its most threatening register. "You're my hole now, and I'm not done filling you. Now, drink your water and eat."

Ari's eyes went watery with fright, which had my dick hardening to the point where it peeked out from between the folds of my robe. Ari noticed at once, of course, and gasped.

"Eat what I've given you or you'll eat what I give you," I warned him.

A small sob escaped from him, one that sounded more like a moan of desire, and he fumbled to unwrap the protein bar.

I took it from his trembling hands and opened it myself. I then proceeded to feed the entire thing to him, piece by piece. And fuck me, it was sweet and hot and intimate. Ari ate from my hand like a baby bird, and he guzzled the entire bottle of water like his body had been drying out.

That could have had something to do with the puddle of slick he was sitting in by the time the snack was done.

"Filthy omega," I purred, delving my fingers along his crack, both to tease more slick from his hole and to soak my fingers with it. "You'd do anything to have me breed you, wouldn't you?"

"I—"

I stifled Ari's attempt at a reply by plunging my slick-covered fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, then sucked hard on my fingers, like he could make them come. All the while, his svelte, omega body trembled with need, growing hotter by the second.

"Time to breed now, I think," I murmured against his ear while his eyes were still closed.

"No, please. Green. Please, no," he wept, struggling a little as I gathered him into my arms. He was too exhausted to struggle the way he had out in the forest, but I appreciated the effort. My cock appreciated it, too.

"I've got something special in mind for you," I told him as I grabbed him under his ass and lifted him into my arms. "Something that's bound to force that womb of yours open."

He liked the idea of being forced to give me his heat, forced to breed. It wasn't that uncommon an omega fantasy, in all honesty. There was something raw and potent about having your heat taken against your will that got a lot of omegas off. They were helpless to resist their biology to begin with, so adding another level of having no choice in who fucked them and how made a lot of omegas hot.

I carried Ari over to the special breeding chair built into the wall that was made up of a series of restraints, pulleys, binds, and movable parts. It looked confusing at first glance to most omegas, and Ari was no exception.

"What's that?" he asked, shivering and glancing over his shoulder as we approached it.

"You'll see," I told him with a menacing laugh.

Ari's breath picked up as I sat him in the chair and swung its metal belt around to hold him in place. He squirmed a little, but it was clear he was fascinated with the contraption I was strapping him into. His hole leaked slick like a fountain, but it dripped down through the hole in the padded seat under his ass.

He continued to watch as I fished out straps that secured his thighs to each half of the split chair seat, then strapped his calves and ankles onto different pads that were a bit like stirrups. When his legs were fastened, I wrapped a second metal bar around his upper torso, then adjusted the headrest so I could fasten a soft buckle around his neck, and another around his forehead.

"I don't like this, green," he said, breathing fast and flailing his arms, the only part of him left that was free. "Let me go! Green!"

I smiled despite the growing intensity of the moment. "I know you like it," I said, more serious than in character. "You don't have to keep telling me green. I know what you like."

Ari whimpered, trembling, but his eyes were filled with relief and excitement.

"Now, let's finish this up, and I'll show you what my toy can do," I said, grabbing one of his arms.

Ari's chest rose and fell rapidly as I strapped first one arm, then the other out to his sides and raised slightly. The chair was designed so that his upper and lower arms were secured individually, and could be maneuvered and manipulated independently. In fact, once Ari was completely fastened into the chair and unable to move so much as an inch if I didn't want him to, I showed him what the whole thing was capable of.

Each part of the chair was moveable and could be locked into place. Whoever was sitting in it, Ari in this case, could have their body manipulated into any position I wanted. I started by moving Ari's arms up higher and spreading them wide. The chair had the added bonus of making a sharp, grating sound that could raise the hairs on the back of your neck with its coldness.

"What? No! No!" Ari gasped, pulling at his arms in a futile attempt to free them.

"Yes, yes," I told him, grasping his legs and pushing them apart.

The seat and leg restraints were just as capable of being manipulated as the arms, and with a few, quick movements, accompanied by metallic grating, I had Ari's legs spread wide open with his knees up and out to his sides in a flat frog squat. I was actually impressed with how flexible Ari was. Impressed and horny as fuck.

"Look at you," I growled, moving closer to Ari and stroking his cock until it oozed pre-cum. "Spread open, helpless, dripping slick."

That was another perk of the chair. It opened Ari's hole and let gravity go to work. With nothing standing in its way, his slick oozed down to the floor in thick, messy strands. The sight of it had my balls drawing up and my cock aching to bury itself in him.

I stepped back to ditch my robe, and to slide a large, wheeled mirror into place so Ari could see the picture he made. As soon as he caught sight of himself, spread obscenely, cock hard, ass drooling slick, his eyes went wide and his breathing sped up to the point where I was afraid he would hyperventilate.

"Don't you look pretty?" I asked, moving to stand just beside him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "All spread and hot and ready to be bred." I stroked my hand across his chest, teasing his pert nipples, then reached for his cock. "That's what a whore omega who wants his womb stuffed with alpha babies looks like."

Ari moaned with so much emotion that I had to grip the base of my dick to stop myself from coming. My other hand was still on his cock, and he started coming with a jolt, straining into my fist over and over as slick splashed to the floor. All the while, his eyes stayed partially open and glued to his reflection.

I'd never known an omega to get off so hard on himself. It was beautiful to watch, but I needed to do more than watch.

I shifted around, made a few quick adjustments to the chair to get it to the right level, then guided my cock to his dripping hole. It was open so wide and so hungry for me that I slipped right in as I thrust up.

"Mine," I growled, the words and sentiment coming from that place in me that was so much deeper than the fantasy. "Mine to fill. Mine to breed."

Ari let out a cry that went straight to my bones, it was so filled with pleasure. He was still watching the mirror as well.

"Watch us," I demanded, thrusting harder as my cockhead slammed into the closed mouth of his womb. "Watch yourself get fucked by a savage alpha. Watch me breed you with?—"

My words got lost entirely as I suddenly punched straight through into Ari's womb. It opened within him like a hungry flower, sucking me so deep I went to my tiptoes for a moment. Ari howled with whatever sensation he was feeling, and moments later, I started to come with an intensity I'd never felt before.

It felt like an electric tendril of something from inside Ari shot straight down my cock and into my balls. I screamed with pleasure to match the sounds Ari was making as my balls squeezed and every drop of seed within me shot up through my dick, leaving trails of searing pleasure, and filled Ari's womb. The sensation kept going and going, growing more pleasurably intense, until it felt like my cock and balls had fused with Ari's body, and we were just one pool of ecstasy.

I only vaguely felt my knot form, which was saying something. The urge to keep moving, keep the friction going, and to spill every bit of my soul into Ari's womb, continued. I could hear him weeping with pleasure, but the sound came from inside me. Everything about Ari was inside me.

I don't know how long it was before the moment passed, but when reality started to come back to me, I was aware of my forearms hurting as I braced against the tracks and gears of the chair so that my body could almost embrace Ari. Ari was still spread open, unable to embrace me in return, but I somehow felt like that's what he was doing all the same. His insides held me as tightly as any embrace, and the head of my cock was still lodged tightly in his womb.

"Omega," I murmured, lifting my head enough so that I could kiss his sweaty forehead, his cheek, and finally his panting mouth. "My omega. My mate."

Ari kissed me back, his eyes closed, his face slack with sated exhaustion. I couldn't resist moving my knot in him a few more times to wring a few aftershock orgasms from him. He was too spent and out of it to do more than let them take him, which was its own kind of turn-on. Ari's resistance was completely gone. His whole body sagged heavily in the binds of the chair, like he'd given me everything and had nothing left.

I'd mastered him completely, and it definitely didn't feel like a fantasy. In fact, I was beginning to worry that I wouldn't be able to let this glorious fantasy go once Ari's heat ended.