Something not even Jacques had dared.
“Take a breath. You’re going to feel a lot of pressure,” the Beta purred as three fingers pressed through the clench of a pussy eager to be filled. Pads of his fingers curved into an arch until he caught the firm ridge of her pubic bone, gripping hard. The pressure on the roof of her vagina intense, countered by the meat of his palm working her throbbing clit as she hissed.
It was too hard.
“What—”
Working the nerve between her vaginal canal and bone, he smirked. “Beyond what peeks out of your cute clitoral hood, this fascinating nerve runs deeper into your pelvis. Forks inside you. Two long branches that anchor along the pubic arch. By manipulating it internally, and teasing the external nub here…”He ground his palm again. “Feel that? Your legs start shaking, little Omega.”
They were. Shaking and twitching, like she’d touched a livewire.
He wasn’t fucking her with his fingers or rubbing where a knot would stimulate, like he had the night before. No… this was forceful.
He gripped her mound like he owned it. Manipulated that screaming nerve inside and out. Bent it to his will.
And the instant Brenya’s velvety pussy began to twitch as if on the cusp of a forced slick-squirting orgasm, he released his grip, pulling out just enough to gather all four fingertips into a point at the mouth of her twitching slit and plunge them forward, stretching her poor opening until each digit was knuckle-deep in Omega cunt.
Her gasp at the unbearable pressure, the way her pupils began to sharpen, Brenya looked down, wide-eyed, to see his hand wedged into her cunt. Her orgasm denied and manipulated to create suction on his fingers that drew him deeper.
“That’s it. Yes. Relax, sweetheart, and let me in.” Eyes on her, the Beta tucked his thumb into his palm. A burn came to the mouth of her cunt. “Trust me, I knowexactlywhat you need.”
The pressure was too much.
Another knuckle, another gasp. The widest part of his palm pressing forward, the force of his hand persistent until, with a sudden squelching sound, her body gave way.
“Unngh!” Bucking against the intense stretch, a moment of fearful clarity broke through Brenya’s sexual delirium. She looked down again to find Jules unabashedly pumping his wrist in and out of her pussy. A subtle bulge moving under her lower belly in time with the roll of his knuckles.
So much more than a knot.
Breath coming in short gasps, her body rocked by the movements of his arm, she gaped.
“I….” Scandalized, the sight so vulgar, yet Brenya was spellbound, panting as Jules rocked his fist, knuckles, thumb, againsteverythinguntil she just about died.
Tendons in his arm bulging, his forearm muscles flexing, he kissed her inner thigh, never once looking away from her face. “Breathe, Brenya. It’s going to be intense. I don’t want you passing out from hyperventilation. If you can’t control your breath, I’ll stop.”
Gods yes, hehadto stop. But, no. No. He must never, ever stop.
The Beta was pumping his hand in her guts. She couldseeher belly distend—a knot that was so much more than a knot.
Balling up his fist, chuckling at the look on her face, he rotated his wrist, thumb massaging her cervix, flicking it back and forth purposefully.
And then she felt nothing but explosive pleasure, until she was sure he was right—she would faint.
Spiraling his arm, teasing every nerve, Jules praised her lavishly, “Good girl, like that. rock your hips. Show me where you want me to move.”
Was she moving, or was he moving her?
When he leaned forward and gently bit her clit…
Brenya’s whole world went white.
Her scream would have brought forth every guard in the building, had she been in any room other than the Commodore’s Red Room.
Here, no one would dare enter.
No one would save her.
Jules could do as he wished…
