Chapter Two

In my life, I have fucked many women. I'm a virile Alpha and since I came of age, I have enjoyed as many women as I could find. But never in my life have I buried myself in an omega pussy. I have never knotted a female. The fear of tearing her apart and killing her has been drilled into me and my brother from an early age.

The experience of bottoming out in the tightest cunt I have ever had has me grinning like a madman. And when my knot swells and locks inside her, my vision goes black with pleasure so intense I can't even breathe. Finally, I understand why Alphas are willing to kill to have an omega of their own.

Bella's soft sobs bring me back to the present, away from the thoughts of keeping this omega for myself. She would never be able to survive in my world, there is too much darkness. And it doesn't matter either way, I don't have the time or inclination to saddle myself with a woman. They always expect more than I am willing to give.

After long minutes, my knot deflates, and I reluctantly withdraw from her heat. Standing, I stare down at the small female lying on the carpet as she draws her legs up to her chest. My cum mixes with her slick to leak out of her cunt, tinged pink from the blood of her broken virginity.

Lifting her shaking body from the floor, I carry her into the attached bathroom before depositing her on the dark marble counter. I start the shower, adjusting the water to the exact temperature I enjoy. Gathering her to me once more, I step beneath the spray. Bella's sobs have subsided. Her gaze is once more trained on the floor as I lower her down my body.

One would think after the most intense orgasm of my life my cock would be flaccid, but the appendage is still hard and begging for more.

"Turn around," I order and for the first time since stepping foot in my vicinity, she listens.

Grabbing the soap, I lather my hands before washing her body with more care than I thought possible. I wash every inch of her back before turning her around and doing the same to the front. My hands cleanse and caress every inch of her skin.

Her nipples pebble beneath my touch when I wash her breasts and I can feel more slick gather between her thighs when I wash her there. Her body responds to me beautifully and craves my attention. It's only her mind that is making this experience unpleasant for her.

Earlier, for a short amount of time, she was able to let her body take the lead and enjoy what was happening between us. But now she is back to the way she was before, regretting putting herself up for auction and probably hating me. I'm sure she probably feels shame and even self-hate. But if she can just get out of her head, I know she can enjoy tonight as much as I intend on doing. She is too hung up on what is socially acceptable instead of allowing herself to experience something that's completely natural.

Turning her to face the tiles, I gently press down on the center of her back forcing her to bend forward, her ass toward me.

"Don't move."

Bella's body is already shaking, expecting me to thrust into its depths once more, and I will, but first I need to taste her. This isn't something I would usually do because you never know who has been inside a woman's body and I find the thought of another man's cum on my tongue unappealing. But with Bella, I know I am the only man that has ever felt the tight sheath of her pussy and now I will be the first to taste her. In the past five minutes it has become an obsession, a thought running through my mind on a constant loop, and I can't seem to control myself. I need to do this.

Kneeling, I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and stare at the puckered rosette of her asshole, wondering if I should claim that for myself as well. My thumb teases the unused hole, and she jumps at the contact. The slap I deliver to her right ass cheek is loud and reverberates through the tiled bathroom.

"I said, stay still."

My tongue sweeps through her folds tasting the slick she probably wishes wasn't already gathering in her pussy once more. Musky, tangy, perfect. I spear her, delving deeper, trying to get more of her taste, wanting it all for myself.

Her thighs tremble beneath my hands as a moan slips from her lips. Sucking harshly at her distended clit has her screaming out an orgasm and slick drips from her cunt, flooding my mouth and running down my chin.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her down to my lap, thrusting up into her spasming pussy. Her passion-filled cries fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as her hands claw impotently at the gleaming white tiles of the shower stall.

"Aiden," her voice cracks as she tries to lift herself off my cock.

"Sit still, Bella," I chastise in her ear.

"It hurts," she mewls. "Everything is still sensitive."

One hand abandons her hip to caress a breast. Tweaking at her nipple, gentler than before but still with intent, I kiss along the column of her neck. The water is turning cold, but my blood feels like it's on fire. I need her to behave. I don't want to cause too much harm before the night is through.

****

Bella

His cock is like a scorching hot iron inside me, filling me to the point I feel I might just tear apart. And he hasn't even set his knot in me this time.

"Please," I beg, hoping he will feel sorry for me and grant me a respite even though I know he won't.

"Unless you are begging me to fuck you, I don't want to hear it," he murmurs in my ear before nipping at my earlobe.

All hope flees. This is what I signed up for, this is what I am getting paid for. A hole to fill for his pleasure. His mouth on me minutes ago was pure perfect torture, and I was hoping he would be satisfied but I should have known better.

Trying once more to lift my weight from his lap and slip his cock from my throbbing, abused sex does nothing but earn me another punishing slap on my thigh. Heat blooms where the blow landed, and another painful sound comes from deep within me. I never should have done this. I should have heeded my mother's words.

The thing that bothers me the most is the heat that spears through me after receiving one of his punishing slaps. It sets my clit throbbing—the violence of his actions—and I want to curl in a ball and sulk. How can I enjoy what he is doing to me? This can't be normal.

11:46 PM

9

Chapter Three

Aiden

In my life, I have fucked many women. I'm a virile Alpha and since I came of age, I have enjoyed as many women as I could find. But never in my life have I buried myself in an omega pussy. I have never knotted a female. The fear of tearing her apart and killing her has been drilled into me and my brother from an early age.

The experience of bottoming out in the tightest cunt I have ever had has me grinning like a madman. And when my knot swells and locks inside her, my vision goes black with pleasure so intense I can't even breathe. Finally, I understand why Alphas are willing to kill to have an omega of their own.

Bella's soft sobs bring me back to the present, away from the thoughts of keeping this omega for myself. She would never be able to survive in my world, there is too much darkness. And it doesn't matter either way, I don't have the time or inclination to saddle myself with a woman. They always expect more than I am willing to give.

After long minutes, my knot deflates, and I reluctantly withdraw from her heat. Standing, I stare down at the small female lying on the carpet as she draws her legs up to her chest. My cum mixes with her slick to leak out of her cunt, tinged pink from the blood of her broken virginity.

Lifting her shaking body from the floor, I carry her into the attached bathroom before depositing her on the dark marble counter. I start the shower, adjusting the water to the exact temperature I enjoy. Gathering her to me once more, I step beneath the spray. Bella's sobs have subsided. Her gaze is once more trained on the floor as I lower her down my body.

One would think after the most intense orgasm of my life my cock would be flaccid, but the appendage is still hard and begging for more.

"Turn around," I order and for the first time since stepping foot in my vicinity, she listens.

Grabbing the soap, I lather my hands before washing her body with more care than I thought possible. I wash every inch of her back before turning her around and doing the same to the front. My hands cleanse and caress every inch of her skin.

Her nipples pebble beneath my touch when I wash her breasts and I can feel more slick gather between her thighs when I wash her there. Her body responds to me beautifully and craves my attention. It's only her mind that is making this experience unpleasant for her.

Earlier, for a short amount of time, she was able to let her body take the lead and enjoy what was happening between us. But now she is back to the way she was before, regretting putting herself up for auction and probably hating me. I'm sure she probably feels shame and even self-hate. But if she can just get out of her head, I know she can enjoy tonight as much as I intend on doing. She is too hung up on what is socially acceptable instead of allowing herself to experience something that's completely natural.

Turning her to face the tiles, I gently press down on the center of her back forcing her to bend forward, her ass toward me.

"Don't move."

Bella's body is already shaking, expecting me to thrust into its depths once more, and I will, but first I need to taste her. This isn't something I would usually do because you never know who has been inside a woman's body and I find the thought of another man's cum on my tongue unappealing. But with Bella, I know I am the only man that has ever felt the tight sheath of her pussy and now I will be the first to taste her. In the past five minutes it has become an obsession, a thought running through my mind on a constant loop, and I can't seem to control myself. I need to do this.

Kneeling, I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and stare at the puckered rosette of her asshole, wondering if I should claim that for myself as well. My thumb teases the unused hole, and she jumps at the contact. The slap I deliver to her right ass cheek is loud and reverberates through the tiled bathroom.

"I said, stay still."

My tongue sweeps through her folds tasting the slick she probably wishes wasn't already gathering in her pussy once more. Musky, tangy, perfect. I spear her, delving deeper, trying to get more of her taste, wanting it all for myself.

Her thighs tremble beneath my hands as a moan slips from her lips. Sucking harshly at her distended clit has her screaming out an orgasm and slick drips from her cunt, flooding my mouth and running down my chin.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her down to my lap, thrusting up into her spasming pussy. Her passion-filled cries fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as her hands claw impotently at the gleaming white tiles of the shower stall.

"Aiden," her voice cracks as she tries to lift herself off my cock.

"Sit still, Bella," I chastise in her ear.

"It hurts," she mewls. "Everything is still sensitive."

One hand abandons her hip to caress a breast. Tweaking at her nipple, gentler than before but still with intent, I kiss along the column of her neck. The water is turning cold, but my blood feels like it's on fire. I need her to behave. I don't want to cause too much harm before the night is through.

****

Bella

His cock is like a scorching hot iron inside me, filling me to the point I feel I might just tear apart. And he hasn't even set his knot in me this time.

"Please," I beg, hoping he will feel sorry for me and grant me a respite even though I know he won't.

"Unless you are begging me to fuck you, I don't want to hear it," he murmurs in my ear before nipping at my earlobe.

All hope flees. This is what I signed up for, this is what I am getting paid for. A hole to fill for his pleasure. His mouth on me minutes ago was pure perfect torture, and I was hoping he would be satisfied but I should have known better.

Trying once more to lift my weight from his lap and slip his cock from my throbbing, abused sex does nothing but earn me another punishing slap on my thigh. Heat blooms where the blow landed, and another painful sound comes from deep within me. I never should have done this. I should have heeded my mother's words.

The thing that bothers me the most is the heat that spears through me after receiving one of his punishing slaps. It sets my clit throbbing—the violence of his actions—and I want to curl in a ball and sulk. How can I enjoy what he is doing to me? This can't be normal.

My mind is screaming that what he is doing is wrong, but my body welcomes him, begging for more of his harsh attention.

Aiden grips my hips before lifting me and I think my prayers may have been answered before he pulls me down harshly once more. With each forced downward glide of my sex over his cock, his hips thrust upward, hitting spots inside me he didn't connect with the first time he mounted me.

The water is now freezing as it falls on us but that doesn't do anything to temper the heat flowing through my body. The slick that pours from my abused pussy lubricates his every entrance and retreat. His lips continue a path down my neck and across my back, sometimes leaving open-mouthed kisses and at other times painful little bites.

"Yes, Bella," he praises behind me. "Ride my fat Alpha cock."

His words mess up my rhythm. When did he stop forcing my body to move? When did I take over? Am I really enjoying this? I freeze for a moment, feeling everything. His hands are on my hips, resting but not forcing my movements. His hard cock fills me.

Slowly I lift off his erection only to bring my weight back down again. A squeak escapes me at the delicious tendril of dark, forbidden pleasure that creeps down my spine. I stop abruptly. A new wave of shame crashes over me.

Can I really enjoy fucking an Alpha that basically forced himself on me? Did he really do anything I didn't want? He may have been harsh, but I sense that is simply who he is. But can I stoop so low as to take pleasure in being his whore?

"But you are my sweet little omega whore, bought and paid for," his rough baritone washes over me, and I realize that I spoke out loud. "Whether you enjoy it or not, Bella, I am going to get my money's worth."

The grip on my hips is bruising now as he forces me to move. I can feel the anger vibrating off him as he thrusts and pushes and pulls me apart. Long after I leave this room and the humiliation of tonight behind, I will still be wearing his marks. The memories of this time will haunt me for the rest of my life long after the bruises have faded and the pain has subsided.

Even with all the slick in the world, I still feel the sting, the burn of his harsh thrusts. The exquisite pleasure I found now is nothing but a fleeting memory. But it is a mixture that still muddles my mind, the pain and pleasure twining, pulling me under and pushing me higher at the same time.

Aiden shoves me off his cock before standing, and his hand easily tangles in my wet hair. He drags my dripping, defeated body from the shower until we are once more in the bedroom. My knees protest each movement, scorching pain traveling from the scraped skin. He lifts me from the floor using my hair, as a pain-filled wail is torn from my lungs.

I'm not expecting the brutality of the slap he delivers across my cheek, the copper taste of blood instantly flooding my mouth.

"You call yourself a whore. Let me show you how a whore is treated."

The words are coated with venom as he drags me toward the large bed. The dark wooden frame looms ahead like some kind of prison. I find myself bent forward, my torso flat across the silky navy-blue bedding. The rigid wood of the frame digs into my ribs, and I release another fearful cry. I try to push up to alleviate the pressure if only so I can breathe but he won't allow it, holding me down.

I want to beg him to let me go but the words are stuck in my throat. Even through the pain and arousal, my curiosity takes the lead, locking me in place before he even speaks.

"If you fucking move, you'll regret it." The Alpha infliction in his words is clear and I don't dare disobey.

My arms are lifted from the bed and tied to the posts beside me. The material of the ties he uses is tight around my wrists, already chaffing against my skin. Fear thrums through my veins and I know this is going to get a whole lot worse before it's over. Why couldn't I just enjoy the moment? Why did I have to ruin it by thinking? Talking…

My legs are kicked apart, and I can feel them being tied off as well. My skin heats with a useless blush as I can only imagine what I look like. Obscenely spread for his gaze, every intimate and private part of me on display for his viewing pleasure—again.

"I should open the door and let the other Alphas in here. Let them treat you like the whore you proclaim to be."

The lash of what feels like a belt lands across both ass cheeks and I scream. He waits until I quiet down before he continues talking. "Let them rut and knot you, tear you apart before we discard you with the trash outside."

Another blindingly painful lash, this time where my ass and thighs connect. I don't scream, there is no air in my lungs to power the sound. This is an entirely different kind of pain. This is a punishment. If I wasn't tied to the bed I would be in a heap on the floor, my legs no longer capable of holding me up.

"Maybe later." He chuckles darkly. "For now, I will enjoy still being the first and only man to fill this greedy little cunt."

I hear the belt clatter to the floor, and his footsteps as he moves around me. The first thrust of his cock shakes my entire body. The slap of his flesh against my abused thighs and ass reminds me with searing pain of the violence he is easily capable of.

"I tried," he says hoarsely. "I tried to help you. To make this a pleasurable experience for you as well but you just couldn't fucking let me." The thrusts of his hips are punishing, brutal, painful. "You think you're a whore because I paid to fuck you? You know nothing."