I scrunch my eyes closed, waiting for the pain, but feel nothing.After several breaths, I open one and look up at him.He simply looms there, arms crossed as he watches me.
“I have all night, little omega.Do you?I want you coherent during this, and that means both eyes open.”When I comply, he takes the side of the blade and taps it against my cheek.“That’s a good girl.So accommodating when you want to be.Now then, what type of clothes were you supposed to get?”
“O- opulent,” I stammer out.“Rich.But what does that-”
He cuts my sentence off with a drag of his knife through the fabric.The strident sound of it ripping through my clothes thunders in my ears, but as of now, he doesn’t cut my skin.
“I said opulent and rich for a reason.I saw your bank transactions.I listened to you as I ripped your clothes.You won’t ever treat yourself, so I figured I’d do it for you.I’d give you something you could wrap yourself in and remember your worth.What did you do?”
When I don’t answer, he drags the knife through another bit, exposing me strip by strip.
“I chose something cheap!”I cry out.
“You chose something cheap,” he repeats as he finishes cutting the shirt off of me.
“But it was-”
“I don’t give a damn if it was comfortable.I don’t care if you wanted a new pajama set.You could have easily found a pair on clearance.This isn’t about that.It’s about you seeing the value in yourself.Now that you’re mine, it’s a lesson I intend to impart onto every fucking inch of your skin, even if I have to carve it in there.”
My breath stills in my throat at his threat.As much as I should be terrified, I find that I can’t bring myself to actually quake at his words.How often have I wanted someone to show me I mattered?How often did I sob at night while condemning myself for small indulgences?
Jason takes a deep breath and smiles down at me.“Like that idea, do you?Don’t worry.It can and will be arranged.”
Shifting down, he makes quick work of my pants, cutting them up until they’re unrecognizable as clothes.In just minutes, I lie there in those damned practical bra and underwear.Based on the frown, he’s not all that impressed either.
“Again?What is it with you and ugly underthings?Are you allergic to anything pretty?”
“It was a set I didn’t have to buy that I could wear everywhere,” I grumble.
“That ends tonight.”
Sliding the knife up my sternum, he cuts through the thin band holding it closed so that it springs open, releasing my breasts.He licks his lips and bends down before capturing my right nipple in his mouth and giving it a hard such.A strangled cry erupts from my lips as he torments me, teasing me until I’m breathless with need.
He switches to the other and bites now, giving me a shaft a pain that zips from my breasts to my pussy where it spasms.I ache to be filled.I desperately long to feel his cock pulse inside me, knotting me, stretching me out until there’s no him, no me, just us.
Chapter15
Jason
Noelle isa writhing mass of beauty and longing.I can see the desire in her eyes, feel it in the quiver of her body, taste it on her skin, and smell her arousal as it spices the air.She’s so close to going under.As a matter of fact, so am I.
Though I long to torture her, to drag this out until we’re both panting and sweaty, I find I don’t have to worry nearly as much as I did that first time.I have eternity to play with her, to show her the delights of pain and pleasure.We have forever for me to train her as my perfect little pain slut.
First, we have to get through her heat.Once I claim her, once I show her exactly who I am and what I want, she will submit.I feel it in every quiver of her frame when I introduce her to these little bits of pain.
Sliding down her body, I take the knife and drag it down her skin.The sensation alone causes more of her pupils to eat up her eyes.So close.So fucking close.I cut away the offending fabric and bare her pussy to my hungry gaze.
“God, baby,” I groan.“You’re so fucking wet.Such a good little omega to get soaked for your Master.Now then, what lesson have we learned?Tell it to me so sweetly, and I might let you make your nest.”
“I- I’m not allowed to wear plain clothes?”
“Ohh, so close,” I tisk as I spread her lower lips open.“But so very wrong.Try again.”
With her splayed open so vulnerably, I can’t help but torment that puffy little clit, so engorged with her arousal.I tap at it with my knife, letting her feel the violence I so barely keep leashed inside.Instead of balking at my actions, more slick soaks the bedding beneath.Kinky little slut indeed.
“Please,” she begs again so prettily I almost debate letting her off easy.
Problem is, I did that once before, and all it did was make her come back here when I ordered her not to.Something else I need to punish her for before she goes fully into heat.
