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The words kept sounding, a tiny voice whispering at the back of her mind. No, perhaps they weren’t the right one, but they were Alphas nonetheless.
“Her tits look like they’re about to fall out of this blouse.” Jordan’s voice was warm and amused, slightly kinder than Tyler’s, right in Chastity’s ear. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back and she curled her fingers around the papers in her arm just that little bit tighter, trying to bring herself to take back control of the situation.
Knowing full well that she had absolutely no control.
“Her Alpha probably likes her that way,” Tim said quietly. The arousal and heat in his voice was clear, and when Chastity glanced over Tyler’s shoulder at him, he was staring at her with an expression that knocked the breath from her lungs. The only time she had felt more wanted was… was…
The first time that Adam had pinned her against the wall on the street. The first time he had caught her.
“He does,” she finally whispered, dropping her gaze. She needed Adam.
Tyler chuckled, reaching up and gently brushing away a lock of hair that had fallen over Chastity’s forehead before stepping back. Good thing, because the brief brush of his fingertips against Chastity’s heated skin had made her whine softly, and she could practically taste the testosterone on the air as the Alphas closed in on her. She wanted to give in, needed to get away. Wanted an Alpha to tell her what to do, clutch her around the throat and control her desperate pussy until she was sated deep inside from cock…
But only… her Alpha.
“We’ll have to let her go, boys. She’s claimed.” Regret tinged Tyler’s voice even as he inclined his head toward her neck. “Shame. I’d love to see what those tits looked like wrapped around my cock.”
Chastity didn’t wait to hear what the other had to say about her state, fleeing from the conference room as though she had a demon chasing her heels. She was back in her office in seconds, and she reached between her legs to gently rub her clit through her panties as she dropped her papers, grabbing her phone and dialing Adam’s number again.
“Please, sir, master,fuck…” Chastity gasped the second the line clicked on. She could hear his breathing, and more sounds of the construction site that he was on in the background.
He chuckled. “Master. I like that. Youarea desperate girl, aren’t you?”
Chastity whined, hips thrusting against her own hand. Every movement of her hips made the toys inside of her shift, frictioning madly against her cervix and in her ass and stretching her so wide and deep and it… justwasn’t enough. “Please, master. Come get me. Please. I need your cock. I can’t do this anymore. I need you to fuck me now, please. God, I need your cock, fucking me, making me come, making me hurt,please…”
Her voice grew fainter, more desperate and thick with arousal as she spoke, and Adam growled.
“Fuck, girl.” A moment passed, then Chastity heard a dull thunk as something dropped in the background. “I’ll be there soon. Be waiting for me outside if you know what’s good for you.”
CHAPTER21
“Yes, I’m leaving a message on behalf of Chastity. This is Adam. I’m Chastity’s Alph—uh…boyfriend. I’m calling to let you know she’s a bit under the weather, and I don’t expect she’ll be able to come back to work until next week.” He glanced over to where she knelt, gagged, naked, her arms bound tightly behind her back. Her brow furrowed deeply as her desperate eyes watched him in the enforced silence. “Please let the team leads in her department know they’ll be flying solo this week. Chastity will get caught up when she returns. Thank you.”
He ended the call, dumping her phone on the cushions of her couch. Rising, he strode over to her, holding up the bundle of leather lengths flowing from his clenched fist. “Now that we have that out of the way. Want to tell me what these are?” He paused for effect. “Oh, that’s right.” He tickled the end of her nose with his finger. “You can’t, can you?”
Her muffled plaint was utterly unintelligible. Her whole body trembled ever so slightly, as if a tiny current was passing continuously through her muscles. A glance downward confirmed the reason for the thick, powerful scent on the air—the tissues of her pussy were swollen, inflamed, a sheen of her slick clearly visible between the lips of her sex. Her clit, which seemed considerably enlarged from when he first met her, was so engorged, the deep pink of the glans was peeking out from under the hood.
“Desperate,” he murmured, giving her a slow shake of his head. The effects of her heat were completely overwhelming her now, sweat beading upon her skin, her breathing elevated, her face and chest flushing. And while it called to him in a visceral, primitive way to make use of her body for his pleasure—something he was about to indulge in—it also sparked deep feelings of protectiveness and territoriality.
Determined not to let his burgeoning feelings dissuade him from using her just exactly as his cock demanded, he dropped down to one knee before her, taking hold of one of her breasts and lifting it in his hand. Though it had been quite a long time since he’d last done it, the process of lacing up her tits, wrapping each heavy globe in a figure eight pattern with the straps was pleasingly easy, and the little sounds Chastity made from behind her gag—especially when he drew the leather tight, making her vulnerable breasts bulge obscenely under the cruel stricture—had his cock almost aching by the time he’d trussed her breasts up to his satisfaction.
Fresh tears slid down her flushed cheeks as he played with the steel-hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, ensuring she felt the swelling of her bound breasts most keenly there at the very tips. He hummed in pure pleasure as the soft, vulnerable globes began to color slightly. It wasn’t too much, just enough to get them aching nicely, and a pleasing blush hue to go along with her helpless presentation to him, her entire body seeming to cry out for either mercy or cruelty. Or perhaps both.
Having her breasts bound in her state was sure to be more uncomfortable than it normally would be; heat invariably caused the breasts to become tender, to swell, and the flesh, particularly the nipples, to become almost hypersensitive.
But paradoxically, for an Omega in heat, that pain and callous manhandling of her body only deepened her confusing arousal, her need to be used, abused, and conquered by her Alpha becoming almost all-consuming.
Or so he’d gleaned from his research. He considered asking her, later, if the texts he’d studied so assiduously really held up at all to an Omega’s own real-life travails at the harsh hands of an Alpha determined to put her in her place—and ensure she knewexactlywhat she was put on this earth to do.
Unzipping his pants, he drew out his aching cock, rising to his feet. He took a step closer, stroking his length, the broad head almost touching her nose as she looked up at him. The anguish and raw, animal need in her overflowing eyes made him almost growl with his overwhelming urge to fall upon her and rut her into oblivion.
But it wasn’t yet time for that. At that moment, she needed to know he was firmly in control of her—and of himself.
Taking firm hold of her hair, he slapped her cheeks, left then right, then left again with the heavy weight of his shaft, her lashes fluttering as she blushed even deeper in her degradation. He stroked the head of his cock under her nostrils, back and forth, leaving a light sheen of wet pre-cum there. “Breathe in, Omega. Breathe me in now.”
Her nostrils flared, and even though she looked down at the floor in mortification, she made a tiny whimper, her nipples swelling still more, her bound breasts a slightly darker pink now. A thick bead of fluid was just beginning to drip from the sodden slot of her sex.
Then he unbuckled the gag at her nape, loosening it enough that she could force it from between her teeth, the heavy rubber slapping against her upper chest as the gag fell from her mouth.
