He had some clothesline as well, and he used that to tie my wrists behind me. I wasn’t sure what he did next, but he evidently found something to throw the clothesline over. He pulled it, and my arms lifted up behind me as far as they could go. I squealed a little at the strange pull of my muscles and the way the forced position made me more aware of my body.
“People who think that have it all wrong, though,” he went on. “It’s not about hurting people, it’s about controlling what they feel. It’s about playing with them.”
“You like playing with people,” I panted, mind racing at all the things he was making me feel.
“I love it,” he said. I could feel just how much he was telling the truth. “You’ve seen me at my worst, when everything feels totally out of control.” My heart pinched for him for a second. “Well, playing around like this gives me that control back. Not because I’m being mean or selfish or anything, but because I have the power to control the experience we’re both having. I like taking my partners on a journey and bringing them back safely.”
I didn’t like his mention of other partners. I knew he could feel my jealousy, but he nipped it in the bud by nipping me in the butt. Literally. He pulled at one of my cheeks and attached a clothespin. It was a weird and different feeling, but nothing to write home about.
Until he attached another one. And another one. And another one. He clipped up my backside, then lined clothespins down my inner thighs. What I thought was really weird was how he clipped a long piece of twine along with my skin. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I felt mischief and arousal from him.
When he was done clipping up my legs, he attached the same clothespin and twine set-up to the underside of my arms. I was mostly just confused by what he was doing and distracted by the increasing throb of so much pinched skin. On top of that, my heat wave had well and truly started, and I was desperate to have his cock inside me. Familiar instinct was at war with the new physical experience.
“How’s it going?” Saint asked, almost teasing.
“Mmm,” I replied, unable to put my feelings into words.
Saint laughed, then crouched behind me, pulling my clipped cheeks apart so he could dive into my hole.
It was the same as it’d been a few hours ago against the van. He licked and sucked, drinking my slick and using his tongue to ignite every nerve-ending in my hole. But it was differentsomehow, because as amazing as the pleasure he gave was, the pinch of the clothespins wouldn’t let it grow to the point where I started orgasming. It was just…suspended.
“Ohh!” I groaned when he pulled back and switched to using his fingers to fuck me. “Oh, Saint!”
The pleasure was wild, especially since I couldn’t do a thing but take it, strung up the way I was. I was completely inactive, one hundred percent a recipient of whatever he wanted to do to me. My shoulders ached and my legs were starting to hurt from my pose and the clothespins. But his fingers in my hole, thrusting faster and harder, were incredible.
Then he did something truly wicked and unfair. He pulled his hand back, then very quickly attached about four clothespins straight to my balls. The sudden added pain in the middle of how good he’d just made me feel was explosive. It didn’t make any sense at all because it fucking hurt, but it made me come so hard I lifted up on my toes and grunted with each blast.
“My omega,” Saint growled, feeling what I felt. I could sense wonder along with lust and the need to give me even more, but his rut was well underway. He grabbed my hips, shifting around the odd position of my arms, and pushed hard into me.
The pain radiating from my balls switched to intense pleasure again. My balls were empty, but the grip of orgasm intensified until I felt like I might lose my mind. Saint wasn’t done playing with me yet, though. He thrust repeatedly, knocking up against the mouth of my womb, which was more than eager to accept him now, but before his knot formed, he pulled out all the way.
Once again, the wild pleasure of it all shifted to pain again as he pulled hard on the twine. All at once, in a lightning-fast cascade, the clothespins clipped to my legs and butt flew off, darting every which way. The snap and immediate return of blood to those places layered a whole other wealth of sensationson top of what I was already feeling. He ripped the twine-connected clothespins from my arms as well, then immediately thrust back into me.
His knot formed after only a few thrusts, and my greedy womb opened up to suck him inside. Saint cried out in ecstasy as my body trapped and milked him. I was on a whole different planet of pleasure. I was restrained and throbbing with pain, but eclipsed with pleasure as well. I surrendered completely to my alpha’s whims as he rocked so hard in me that the bench rattled, but I’d never felt so empowered with bliss in my life.
We shuddered through a breeding orgasm that had us both so thoroughly in its grip that I think I might have died for a second. My whole body spasmed over and over, incandescent with sensation. Heat had me begging my womb to take in all of Saint’s seed and to make a baby with it, but as the wave and orgasm slowly ended, I knew that hadn’t happened. This time.
Something else happened, though. A whole new world opened up to me. As Saint untied my arms and freed my legs, then just held me as we rested against the bench top, I smiled. So that’s why people signed up for fake omega auctions and let alphas bend them to their will. I loved it. I needed more of it. Maybe I wasn’t such a boring, white bread omega after all.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Saint
Wow. My sweet, good little omega was way more open to experiences than I ever would have dreamed he’d be. I could feel his blissed-out delight as we rested over the workbench. My body almost completely covered his, and my knot was still firm inside him. The position wasn’t at all comfortable, but I felt nothing but contentment and satisfaction from Linus as he recovered from the scene. He might have even fallen asleep, despite the rough workbench that probably dug right into his gut where he bent over the edge.
A twist of conscience hit me as I thought about how uncomfortable my omega probably was. We weren’t riding out the last of the high of play or his heat wave in a nice, warm bed. We were in a cold garage that smelled of gas and dirt, leaning on a rough table. Linus deserved better treatment than that.
“You know,” Linus panted, feeling slightly more awake as my knot began to go down, “we’re going to have to stop thinking and feeling that the other deserves better now.”
I blinked and eased back, slipping out of him. A gush of slick and cum spilled out of him, some of it splattering on the floor, but that wasn’t what caused the rush of embarrassment in me. “You felt that?” I asked.
Linus grunted briefly and winced as I pulled him gently away from the bench and set him on his feet. “Yeah,” he said, his voice tight as his sore body, which I definitely had a sense of, adjusted to the new position. “And we’ve got to stop feeling guilty for everything. We have to start rolling with the punches and taking things as they come.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s a lot of clichés for one sentence.”
Linus turned and smiled at me, still a little fuzzy from everything we’d just done. “I guess they’re clichés for a reason. I don’t have enough of a brain to think of anything original to say.”
“That’s probably my fault,” I said, drawing him into my arms and lifting him so I could embrace him fully.
