Her Broken Alpha - Isoellen Page 0,90

Do I ever want to feel it again?"

He wouldn't relent. He wouldn't agree that she had been the only one in the cave who could do anything. He was too alpha.

Her alpha.

"No. You didn't want that."

"Damn fuckin' right." He dropped his head over hers, nuzzled through the mess of her curls, and found her ear. He kissed her in that sweet way that made her shiver before biting her hard enough to make her yelp.

"Stop arguing. You will do this for me. Then I will forgive you. Then I will trust that you will remember the lesson."

He didn't say it, but she heard it in his words, in her heart: Do this so I can trust you again. Do this so I know that we survived and that we will survive. I want you to trust me with everything, even your pain.

Standing up behind her again, he put one hand on the swell of her butt check. "Gonna get you ready to take this plug. You relax this ass, omega," he commanded.

Naya breathed out and tried. Darre pressed the blunt end of his cock against her bottom hole, then slid it inside. Exerting tremendous command over himself, he burrowed forward halfway, not touching that spot that made everything feel good. Without that intense pleasure to distract her, all she felt was the discomfort.

Moving back and forth with short, brutal bursts and angry grunts, Monster thrust three times, six, on the seventh, his cockhead jerked and he filled her.

She didn't know it could hurt like this. Had it hurt like this the other times? She felt stretched tight around him, split.

"Filling you up nice and wet so you can take this," he said with satisfaction, removing himself.

Raw and unfinished, Naya let herself cry into her pillow.

She felt the blunt point of the cold, metal thing. He popped it through her ring of muscle quickly, plugging his release inside of her.

It felt all kinds of strange. He moved it about a bit.

She whined, taking his punishment.

While still wet, the sensitivity of her excitement had lessened. Monster returned to using his mouth, his tongue flicking a tease towards her clit from her backside and forcing her right back into a mindless state of want. He purred against her wet flesh, making her messy and begging again. Hard or gentle, it didn't matter; she needed everything he did, and he knew it.

The caressing felt so good, a pleasure out of reach. She moaned, "Inside. Inside."

With her bottom hole filled up, she needed him in her empty core. It was a strange agony, one passage squeezing the plug and the other begging for attention.

Monster's fingers stroked her folds, dancing around where she wanted him most, skirting the opening of her empty vagina and dipping in and out. He tapped his thumb at her clit with barely-there pressure, building her need.

Why did he do that? He didn't need to do that. Naya already needed him. Already wanted him. Already wanted to scream for her next orgasm. Writhing, begging, she tried to find the pressure to reach it.

He slapped her between her legs on her swollen slit.

She yelped at the new violence.

Hands catching her hips, he held her still. "No. No, you don't get to do that. You think you just get to cum without permission? You think you own your own pleasure? That is not how this works, Treasure."

"But I need it. Please."

"No. No. No," he said in a sing-song voice. "What you need to do is listen to me. Obey me. Follow my rules. Do what I say."

"Please. Please, Monster. F-Fuck me." She still stumbled over saying that.

He smacked her again, hard, until her whines turned to sharp cries of discomfort. The slaps made everything hot and prickly.

"Hurts. Stop," she pleaded.

"You being dead would hurt. You could have been killed. A little pussy slap is nothing. But we are just getting started, Naya. You are going to remember. I am going to burn the memory into your skin. You will stay out of my shit."

Hands at her waist, he lifted her with her back to his front. Hair in her face, she didn't know what his plan was.

They didn't go far. She found herself face-down again, her torso supported, but arms and legs falling to the sides. Up high off the floor, he'd set up the bench while she’d slept and now she was on it.

Put in a position she never could have imagined.

"Monster." She tried to sit up and get off the disturbing contraption.