“I- I’ve had sex before,” I sputter as his thick fingers curl inside me to press against my overwrought nerves.“It’s been a bit.”
“Perhaps it’s because you’re not stimulating her enough,” the nurse finally says.“You’re being too gentle.”
“You’re right.Pinch her nipples.”
The nurse leans over and grips them in between her fingers and presses down far harder than I could ever anticipate.Even when having sex, the Alphas I’ve been with never handled me so callously.Dear God in heaven, what have I gotten myself into?
The bite of pain races through me, sparking along my synapses until a strangled cry finally lets loose from my lips.From the other end, the male picks up speed, fucking me hard and rough with his fingers.There is no gentle coaxing, no soft, kind words to ease me toward an orgasm.
No.
It’s hard, rough, painful, and intense.
Despite everything, I shatter, falling apart as screams of pained ecstasy drip from my lips as continuously as the tears I shed swirled down the drain.Memories rip through my brain, unimpeded by self-imposed barriers.
Defective, weak, gentle, unable to handle an Alpha, why the fuck does it take you this long?All this and other variations slam into me, pummeling me from the inside out.Yet, here, a stranger forces an orgasm on me in less time than it takes for me to shower in the morning.
How is this possible?
Seemingly satisfied, he pulls out his fingers and nods to the nurse.She lets go of my nipples, allowing blood to pulse back into them, sending renewed shards of agony with each heartbeat.With it, a fresh wave of arousal tingles through my clit as my body demands to be satisfied again.
“Everything seems in order,” the male intones as he slides off his gloves.“With the serum, you should be able to handle a knot just fine.I’ll send over my findings to the front desk, and they will tell you what to do from here.You may get dressed and head out through that door.”
With nothing further, they undo the restraints and leave me there, a poor, confused mess to sort through my feelings and thoughts on my own.As I pull my clothes back on, I can’t help but dissociate my feelings from my current reality.I can’t think about it.I won’t.
Everything is numb as I go back into the room and receive my instructions for tomorrow.Apparently, everything about me will need an overhaul—skin, hair, nails and clothes.Nodding, I leave the clinic and make my way toward one of the nearby stores that accepts the gift cards the banker so graciously gave me.
Though my entire being threatens to just crumple there in the store, I force myself to keep moving, to fill my basket with food for my brother and me.Even as the cheerful Christmas music swirls about each aisle, imbuing its so-called magic on everything, I feel nothing.
Food turns to ash in my mouth as I sit across from my brother and listen to his excitement as he tells me what he wants under the tree.So expensive, so out of my reach.Or it would have been.In a few days, I will have enough to make all of his dreams come true.
After putting him to bed and arranging for a neighbor to look in on him tomorrow, I curl up in bed and let my mind wander.It’s just sex.It’s not like I have any romantic notions about it.I’m not waiting for Mr.Right to sweep me off my feet and make all my problems disappear.
That’s not how life works.That’s not how reality works.I just have to face the fact that no one will rescue me but myself.Besides… truly… how bad can it be?
Chapter5
Jason
Facts and figuresblur on the screen as I do my best to interpret them.Nothing makes sense.Nothing adds up.But that’s ridiculous.In my line of work,everythingadds up.
A heavy sigh flits through my lips as I look over at the scrap piece of paper taking up precious real estate on my desk.
Noelle Hayes -
(503) 555-0108
Routing: 000000000
Account: 00491283057
Such sensitive information in such a public space.Not that anyone would dare enter here without my permission.My fingers graze the paper as I stare at her phone number.Would it be so bad to follow up with her and make sure she’s okay?
And then what?It’s clear from the negative balance she’s not.And it’s not as if I can offer her money directly.The scrutiny alone would get us both into trouble.
Still… I eye the phone and stare at it, debating what to do.Never before have I had a quandary like this.Never before did an omega’s sob story ever prick my very soul and make me long to take her under the shelter of my arms and keep her safe.
My slacks tent as my cock surges up at the memory of her tears.Could it be that it’s because she was in earnest?Every day, omegas, betas, and Alphas come through here, each with a reason why they can’t make a payment or why they’re overdrawn and need assistance.Every day I have to turn them away, unable to help.
