The sharp, acrid stench of ammonia snaps her out of the pheromone-induced haze until she twists and turns.A low snarl of rage vibrates from her throat as she thrashes, tugging at the cuffs in desperation to get away from her punishment.
The hot stream sprays against her body in ugly arcs, coating her bra until it's nearly transparent, showing off her taut nipples under the thin fabric.No.I can't look there.I can't let myself derive any pleasure from this.
Gritting my teeth, I angle lower, keeping the rest on the bare skin of her waist.Right now, it's the safest place.Any higher, and I'll be staring at her chest, morphing this humiliating punishment in to something neither of us wants.Any lower and I'll be forced to look at her slick-soaked pussy, which will only lower my resolve.
No.This is ugly and degrading.For some, it might be a kink, but for us, it will be a line in the sand, a show of force that it all ends here and now.Hissing through clenched teeth, I close my eyes as I keep a tight hold on my cock.
Shrieks continue to pour from her mouth as the telltale clinks of the cuffs tell me just how hard she's fighting to be free.Her scent hasn't changed yet.It hasn't gotten to the point where someone will come in and stop me.
She doesn't like it, that much is clear, but she's not nearly as traumatized as she could be… Honestly, as she would be if fucked by an Alpha who had no clue she was a virgin.It's enough to make the rage come back full force.Hopefully she'll think twice about being so careless.
Once I'm done, I shake a few times for good measure, fully committing to the humiliation of the moment.Now, when she looks at me, it's not with need and longing.It's with rage, pure and simple.Good.I'd rather her hate me than for us to keep circling each other until one gives up first.
Taking the key off the soap holder, I undo one of the cuffs before tossing it to the floor just within reach."Clean up and get home.Your dad will be wondering where you are."
It takes every bit of willpower to just leave her there instead of gathering her into my arms and soothing the hurt shining in her eyes.It's for her own good.Deep down, I know this.My heart and dick, however, can't seem to come to an agreement.
Chapter16
Lila
The acrid stenchof shame and regret fills my nostrils as I sit there in the shower.Off to the side, the key gleams up at me, taunting me, demanding I pick it up and unlock myself.And then what?
There's no way I can get the smell of his piss out of this underwear set.Tears slide down my face as I look at the mess, but it's not the clothes.Not really.Humiliation and sorrow eat at me, burning me from the inside out.
Despite how he treated me, despite the way he pissed on me like I was nothing, I still want him.I still crave the feeling of his hard cock sliding against the crack of my ass.Even now, if I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough, I can almost feel the phantom drips of his precum as it lubricated his movements.
He wanted me.There was no question.Even when he found out who I was.His cock never softened.It stayed hard and thick, leaking for me, pulsing with need.How could he do this?How could he despise me this much?
Soft whimpers catch at the back of my throat as I reach over to the key.I strain in the silence, my body burning and aching as I stretch to the limit.He couldn't have put it closer?But then that wouldn't be as degrading, would it?
Now, I'm having to squirm in his piss and my slick, my body slipping in the mess of fluids as I work to release myself.As my fingers touch the cool metal, the tears splash on the back of my hand.Why can't I get him out of my head?Why can't I just convince myself that this is a bad fucking idea and force him out?
Wrenching the key from the cool tile, I unlock the other hand and flop back down, unwilling and unable to move.Not now.Not when every minute twitch of my body sends traitorous pleasure through my limbs.
Eventually, however, I know I'll need to get up.Heaving my body off the floor, I turn on the hot spray and stand there, letting it pummel my body.With slow, tender movements, I peel the soaked bra and thong off and toss them to the floor.What am I going to wear home now?
If I show up without a bra, it will be very obvious.There's no way I can explain it away to Dad.It will confirm every fear he's had about me—I'll just get used up by some Alpha.And yet, that's exactly what happened.
I might still be a virgin physically—the doctor’s forced examination notwithstanding—but my mind and soul are forever branded.Even now, I can see his thick cock jutting proudly from his toned hips.The precum that slid from his plump slit called to me, beckoned me like an aphrodisiac I never knew existed until now.
I wanted to taste him.I still fucking do.Even though the acrid stench of his piss still clings to my body, I can smell the musky undertone that's all him.Fuck.It still has to be the pheromones they pumped into this place.Why else would I still want him to do nasty things to my body after what he did?
Reaching for the soap jar, I pump a bit out in my hands but stop short.Nothing.No scent.No change in odor to cover up what he did to me.Nothing to hide the shame of my slick as it still clings to my lower lips and perfumes the air.
The room is thick and heavy with it.We didn't fuck, but no one would know that.It smells like rough, dirty sex.Like he rutted into me for hours, like he claimed me thoroughly.At least, that's the only thing I can think of.It's similar enough to what wafted through the dorm doors after Chelsea had a hot and heavy sessions with her flavor of the week.
Leaning back against the tile, I let the hot water run over me in rivulets, making myself a conduit for the cleansing stream as it coats me and washes away the shame.Taking the soap, I scrub my body raw, rubbing every bit that he touched… But it doesn't matter.
Nothing I do erases the memory of him grinding against my ass as I was bent over the desk.It was like something out of a wet dream—my greatest fantasies come to life.Why did it have to be him?Why couldn't it be some other Alpha?
A sob catches in my throat as I slide my hand down over my mound to spread my lower lips to the spray.All I want to do is get cleaned then go home.Only, once the hot water touches me there, slams against my clit like a thousand darting little tongues, the cry turns into a soft, low moan.
I touch myself, caress my body as I wipe away the slick, only for more to appear.It doesn't stop.All it does is ease my touch, making it all the more addictive and alluring.Sliding down the wall, I spread my legs open under the spray and strum my clit, groaning as my body tightens.
This is wrong.
I should be furious.
