Page 22 of Primal Claim


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Chastity leaned slightly against the closed door, her arms crossing under her breasts, emphasizing their jut in the form-fitting blouse. “I’m… going to need to know how you learned who I work for…”

She stared at him pointedly for a moment, and Adam admitted that he was puzzled. What was she getting at?

“You never told me your name.” Her eyes flashed confrontationally at him, and Adam couldn’t help but laugh.

“I guess you’re right.” He paused, enjoying the indignant expression on her face far too much to give her what she wanted right away, but finally answering after several long moments. “Adam.”

Her lips pressed together. “Well,Adam. I’m going to need to know how you learned who I work for. Now.”

“Oh, youare?” He swung around to the front of her desk, sitting upon the corner of it. “I couldn’t get you out of my head. I knew it was stupid to wait longer, so I decided I needed to come see you—now.”

That seemed to shake her, and her hard expression wavered. “For what?” She nearly whispered it.

He pushed himself away from the desk, and he was upon her in two long strides. She shrank back against the door, and for a heartbeat he thought she might cry out in alarm, but she stayed silent.

Placing his fingertips along the column of her throat, her pulse thumping against his feather-light touch and her breath already coming faster, he shook his head slowly. “You don’t know? Why, to claim you, of course. Permanently. What else would I do with a sweet slut like you? With anOmega?”

Her mouth quivered as he said it, but she kept her gaze level with his. “I’m… not in heat anymore. And I’m definitely not a slut, either.”

“What you think doesn’t really matter to me, Omega. What you do, does.” He let his touch drift down to the open neckline of her blouse, and he unhurriedly slipped the next two buttons, revealing much more of the upper swells of her breasts. She must have chosen a bra too small for her, or one that enhanced the cleavage. He softly eased the backs of his fingers back and forth over those soft, luscious rounds. “Your obedience is all I care about right now, Chastity. Unfortunately, it appears you’ve worn a bra to work today.”

“W-what’s wrong with that?”

He tsked softly, staring into her eyes. “I told you, specifically, I want these tits unfettered, uncovered. No bras for you anymore.” He undid a fourth button, revealing the damning lace, pretty though it most certainly was. “And here you are disobeying me…”

She bolted so quickly it took him momentarily by surprise, her hand reaching for the knob and turning it before he snatched her hand away with lightning speed. She drew a frantic, hissing breath as he took hold of her throat, squeezing firmly, cranking her arm high up behind her back until she winced. He looked at her steadily, his heart in his throat. Worried that he was pushing her too far. There was fear, anger in her expression, yes, but also the slightest hint of a blush, the dilated pupils of arousal. Yes, that was there too.

He pushed further, squeezing the sides of her neck again. “There you go disobeying again. I almost think you’re doing this… on purpose.”

Before she could think to protest further, he frog-marched her toward her desk and around behind it. The blinds rustled and hissed as he pressed her bodily against them, Chastity grunting as he pinned her more firmly.

“What are you… what are you doing?”

Whipping aside the blinds on either side of her so that she was forced directly against the glass—and in full view of any onlookers who might decide to look up toward the fifteenth floor—he leaned his weight heavily against her, his hand pressed between her shoulder blades. He yanked her blouse out of her waistband, exposing the small of her back.

“What I’m doing, slut, is showing you that when I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” He reached around her hips, slipping the buttons at the front of her slacks enough that he could work them down her hips. The reveal of the turquoise shimmer of her silk panties was like a red cape to a bull. “What I’m doing,Omega, is showing you what happens when youdisobey.”

Plunging two fingers deep inside her pussy, he chuckled at her ear. “Sopping wet. Maybe you don’t think I should be able to do this, or that it’s wrong, or whatever it is going through your silly little mind. It’s irrelevant.” He freed his aching hard erection, yanking down her panties to mid-thigh, then stared, entranced at the jiggling softness of her bottom. Still pinning her against the window, he gripped one of her buttocks, kneading it, bouncing it in his hand. “I can’t wait to see what this ass looks and feels like once we get you properly filled out.” He presented the swollen head of his cock to the glistening entrance of her sex. “Like an Omega should be.”

He lunged inside her in one smooth, hard thrust, and she bit off a cry.

“Little sore still?” He asked it despite already beginning to give her strong, regular thrusts inside the surprisingly tight grip of her cunt. Her wetness and heat were already driving him toward orgasm frightfully quickly, her maddening scent all around him.

“Y-yes… Adam… we shouldn’t…”

“Should or shouldn’t don’t matter, Chastity.” He clamped a hand about the join of her shoulder and neck, squeezing firmly, rucking her blouse up higher to expose more of the perfect, vulnerable flesh of her back. “All that matters is my need—for you.”

He drove into her harder and harder, the blinds squeaking and rattling as he forced her more fully against the window. As he smacked her ass, loving the garish mark, already darkening, left upon her pale flesh, he smiled, imagining the sight. “I wonder what the people down in that… courtyard… would see, if they only looked up? A dirty whore pressing her body against the glass.”

“Adam, don’t—”

“Shh, just be still now, slut. I’m using you. I don’t need your words. I need your obedience. Open that cunt for me. Accept your Alpha inside.” He seated himself as far as he could within her, holding her there for a moment, loving the quivering of her thighs, the soft warmth of her bottom cheeks against his lower belly.

“Oh… shit,” she hissed. “That’s… too much, God, sore!”

“You’re going to have to get used to it. Sore or not, judging by the absolutelakeof your cunt, your body doesn’t seem to care if it hurts.” He took her ear between his teeth, growling the words. “It needs it, almost like it wants the pain.”

“Yes… I mean, no! It’s…ah!” She tensed against him, making a move to twist away, and he pressed her right back against the glass, even harder then. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve flooded this cunt with my seed, Omega.”

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