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She was burning up. Sweat slid down the back of her neck, absorbed by the fabric of the pillowcase, the deep itch building between her legs again. Where was he? She needed him to be touching hernow.
He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom with a paper bag clutched under his arm, dressed in the same t-shirt and jeans he had been wearing when she had first bumped into him on the street. Her heart leapt at the sight of him, and one hand reached out for him as she let out a soft, broken whine.
“Need my cock again, already?” He grinned at her, eyes flashing as he made his way over. He set the paper bag down on the bedside table as he sat on the bed next to her, hands grasping her tits firmly and squeezing her nipples. “Such a needy little slut. God, I love it. You really can’t get enough, can you?” One hand slid down between her legs, stroking her swollen labia lightly and she gasped, arching into his touch.
“There’s a good girl.” He touched her for another moment, fingertips maddeningly light against her slick folds before his touch disappeared and she grumbled in frustration.
“No, no, not right now. Your needy pussy can wait.” He grasped her shoulder and tugged her up into a sitting position, scooting behind her on the bed until she was nestled between his (so strong, so muscular, so sexy) thighs. He gently pulled her backwards until her back rested snugly against his chest, her head tucked under his chin as he rummaged through the paper bag with one hand.
“I told you that you wouldn’t get away with not eating with me. Open.” Something cold nudged against her lips and his other hand came up to wrap around her throat, holding her firmly. Leaving absolutely no question of who was in charge here.
Her mouth opened at more insistent nudging, and he pressed the food into her mouth. A grape.
“Chew.” Mindlessly, she obeyed. His voice was so close to her ear, the grip of his hand so possessive, controlling.
God, will I ever be able to resist him? Even if I want to?
His presence was so magnetic, so overwhelming, that just the thought of telling this man ‘no’ was… well, it was unthinkable.
“Good.” Another grape pressed against her lips after she swallowed, and she ate that as well. As she chewed, his hand loosened from around her throat and dropped, wrapping firmly around the base of one of her tits and squeezing harshly. The sensation of pain was faint, though she had seen the tiny bruises from where he’d grasped her a little too tightly over the past few days. None of his touches had ever seemed to outright hurt, though. Not really. And even the sensation of his cock stretching her wet pussy barely tipped into the painful range. Indeed, as he had fucked her more, she had gotten increasingly used to the deep stretch of his cock and come to crave the mildly painful sensation. It was the only thing that made the haze of heat clear up, at least for a little while.
“God, I love these tits.” He squeezed her possessively, rolling her nipple between his fingers as he fed her another piece of fruit. A strawberry, this time. “I wonder if they’re going to get any bigger? Once you’re not quite so… thin.” He spat the word out like it tasted bad in his mouth, and if she had any semblance of shame anymore, she would have blushed. “I love the idea of your tits just bouncing around under whatever I let you wear. No bra, nothing to hide these big nipples from anyone who might want to look at them.” His chest rumbled against her back as he hummed contentedly, feeding her still more. Part of her wanted to protest, but between her mouth full of food and the distracting wetness between her legs, she couldn’t come up with a compelling argument.
Not that she thought he would listen, no matter what she said.
“There’s my sweet girl. My Omega.” His voice grew thick with lust, and he let go of her breast to dip between her legs. He stroked her swollen clit, settling down until his lips were at her neck where he bit and worried the skin between his teeth. He pushed another grape into her mouth, and she whimpered as she chewed.
“Such a wet, dripping little whore for me. No other man has been able to truly satisfy this cunt. I can tell.” He snickered as if enjoying a private joke, then nudged her forward again as he swung his leg over the side of the bed and stood up. She stayed in the sitting position, already missing his touch as she watched him quickly strip. Her mouth watered when his heavy cock sprang free of his jeans, and then he was back in position behind her, holding her firmly against his chest again as he fed her more. Her head spun as she chewed, his hard cock pressing distractingly against her ass as his hand returned between her legs, toying with her clit.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered. She wanted to press back on him so badly, make him feel as needy and desperate as she did, but something told her that there was nothing she could do to break his cool control.
He hummed. “Yes, I am. You like that, don’t you? You like knowing you make me hard. That I want to fuck this tight little body all the time and give you what youneed.” The last word was a growl, and she gasped softly as his cock pulsed against her ass.
“Please…” She never knew what she was begging for, anymore. The pleas fell from her lips without conscious thought and part of her wished that she could get some semblance of control over her tongue.
Another piece of fruit was pressed into her mouth, a piece of melon this time, and she forced herself to chew slowly so she wouldn’t choke. “Begging is cute, but it doesn’t get you anywhere, slut. I’ll fuck you when I want to, and give you exactly what you need. No more, no less.” His lips pressed against the bite mark on her shoulder (he had left a pretty nasty bruise there from the first time he had fucked her), humming as if in contemplation.
“But you know, I think I do want your pussy. Not to fuck, just to keep my cock nice and warm while I feed you. Up you get.” His hands grasped her hips and lifted her quickly, almost unseating her with the rapid movement. She managed to right herself as he positioned her over his cock, the wide head nudging up against her wet entrance. “There you go. Sit right on down, ah! Yeah,fuck, like that.”
She moaned embarrassingly loudly as she settled on his cock, her pussy swallowing every inch with barely a stretching sensation. Was it because her heat was so intense, now? She vaguely remembered the doctor saying that the hormones and sensations would eventually peak before subsiding. Did that mean that it was almost done?
“So fucking tight. Oh, good girl. Be a nice little cock warmer for me.” He slid a little down the bed until she was forced to lean back against his chest or risk being unseated. His skin was still cool to the touch, a nice relief from the burning of her heat. His cock shifted slightly inside her as she settled back, but didn’t slip free like she was worried it might. Her hips moved minutely as he fed her another bite, working herself up and down his cock in tiny motions, eliciting a laugh from him.
“Slut. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock. I bet you would come right now if I gave you permission, wouldn’t you?” His free hand returned between her legs, toying with her burning clit as she struggled not to bounce herself on his cock with abandon. “But you won’t, will you? You don’t want to come without my permission. It wouldn’t be as good if you did, would it?”
She whimpered, shaking her head. His words, degrading though they were, had a ring of truth to them. She wanted to listen to him and obey him. No—sheneededto. She needed the warmth of his approval when she had done something particularly degrading at his command, when she had taken his cock particularly well. It made her pussy drip, and satisfied the urge of her heat to find an Alpha, please an Alpha,matewith an Alpha.
They sat there on the bed for a while longer while he fed her, prompting her with piece after piece of fruit until she was full and her belly bulged slightly. All the while, she ground down on his cock, whimpering softly when the wide head rubbed up against her cervix deep inside her.
“There we go.” His hand stroked her distended belly for a moment as he hummed in approval. “Nice and full. In more ways than one.” He snickered, pinching her clit one more time before he grasped her hips and nudged her onto her hands and knees. He knelt up behind her, his cock never once slipping from her pussy as he started to fuck her with long, languid strokes. “Now, let’s see how long it takes you to come when I fuck you nice and slow. There’s a good little Omega.”
CHAPTER6
When Chastity noticed the symptoms of heat starting to dissipate, she was alone in her living room, loosely curled on the couch.
Granted, she was still far from lucid. Her temperature was still sky-high and sweat beaded along her forehead, but she was slightly more comfortable on the couch where she was curled up, and the haze in her head didn’t feel quite as intense. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive where they brushed against her arm, and she whimpered softly, lifting her head.
Soft late afternoon light filled the living room, and some dust motes caught her eye in a patch of light. It was quiet, but Chastity could hear rustling in the kitchen so she knew the Alpha was close.
