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“Ow! You’re… you’re hurting me!”
“Quiet, slut.” He closed the door behind them, and forced her to face the full-length mirror hanging from the back of it. “Lose the towel.”
He didn’t wait for her to comply though, ripping it from her body, her big breasts bouncing wildly, Chastity letting out a yelp. He used the towel to wipe the condensation from the glass.
Her hands twisted at her sides, and he grinned at her in the mirror. “Good. You’ve still got the sense to keep those hands to yourself.”
Letting go of her hair, he took a step back, looking her up and down, and making sure she could see him do it in the glass. “Put your hands behind your head. Fingers laced.” He was pleased to see her haltingly comply, though her mouth did drop open in shock.
He slapped her right buttock sharply, loving the way it bounced and jiggled at the harsh blow, the ghostly impression of his handprint deepening to pink upon her skin. “Feet together. I want this ass properly presented, bitch.”
“W-what are… what are you doing?” Her eyes were big and bright as her gaze met his in the mirror.
“You’re going to be very quiet for me.” He clasped a buttock in each hand, squeezing them savagely until she winced. “You’ll be silent unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand me?”
“I… I don’t know what that’s—”
“Isaid—do you understand me? This isn’t a debate.”
The slender column of her throat worked. “Yes. I understand, sir.”
“Better.”
He went back to drinking in the gorgeous form of her bottom. He clasped her waist firmly with both hands, spanning the narrowest part of her, loving the contrast of that constriction, and her broad, soft buttocks blooming below, begging for his cock, his tongue, and his whip.
There were many competing theories on what made the ideal Omega physique, but to his mind, the most important aspects of her body were those that were most feminine. And she was very blessed with a body that seemed designed by the gods—or his own fevered imagination—to fulfill that purpose.
Most Alphas—and he was no different—noticed a woman’s hips, and the weight and shape of her ass, before they noted anything else about the female. As he stared at her helplessly and gloriously presented bottom, all he could picture was how it would look when she was heavy with his child, when she’d been eating properly again. His cosseted, controlled, well-disciplined, and well-fucked Omega, fulfilling her most basic, primal purpose in life.
Omegas were literally put on the Earth to bear the children, no matter how many, of their Alpha. And Chastity was very,verywell-equipped in that department indeed.
He pressed the back of his palm to the undercurve of her left buttock. “Keep them very loose.Obey.”
She shuddered, but had the presence of mind not to reply.
He lifted one heavy cheek, then the other upon the back of his hand, then let it fall, loving the way it jiggled, the alluring movement of her generous flesh making his cock ache.
More than the visual feast of watching her bottom bounce in his hands, he reveled in the way she blushed furiously at the naked objectification of her body, and he made sure she saw him watching her over her shoulder, meeting her gaze, and smiling at her—which only made her blush even more furiously.
He thought he would never, ever tire of her shame.
After spending several minutes fondling her bottom and drinking in her mortification, he caressed his way up her back, loving the way her body shuddered at the feather-light touch of his palms upon her skin. Then he reached around her, scooping up both of her breasts in his hands and lifting them, huddling their soft weight together, and bouncing them gently, all the while staring into her eyes. He marveled that she didn’t look away, despite her deep embarrassment at having her body handled in such a degrading way. But it seemed she couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
As it should be.
“I want to know something, and I expect complete honesty from you.”
She nodded, but stayed silent.
“How did it feel to have Maddox touching you? Looking you over? Did it arouse you?”
He already knew the answer, of course, but much to his chagrin he hadn’t yet figured out a way to actually read her mind. So, it fascinated him to learn what it was that was really going on in her head at times like those.
“I… no… I mean, my body… reacts. To males?”
“Do you really expect me to believe that?” He squeezed her breasts firmly, and she tensed, his grip not quite to the point of pain. Yet.
“I’m sorry!” This time, she really did look away, her cheeks crimson. “Yes, sir. I… I kept thinking… about you. About what you would do to me, if it was you there… inspecting me.”
