“How does it feel?” I jerked his dick gently, holding the rod in.
“Burns from the inside.” Rhys groaned and gave me a gorgeous, lopsided smile. Fuck, I wanted to kiss those luscious lips. I had never been compelled to exchange saliva with an Alpha, but Rhys looked at me as if I had hung the moon, and it made all the difference. “It hurts so good. Thank you, Master.”
Carefully, I moved the sound up and down in his urethra, loving how Rhys gasped for breath, yet kept perfectly still. His discipline was impressive. He was so collected when following orders.
“That’s enough. I’m bored.” Lies. I could torture him all night if I got to listen to those sweet whimpers of pain and pleasure. But the plans weaving in my mind required a week of play, and I only had a few hours.
I removed the sound on a slow glide and let it clatter onto the rolling table.
Rhys hissed then collapsed in a heap of relaxed muscles. “Thank you, Master.”
“It’s going to hurt when you pee next time,” I said, and traced the pad of my pinkie over the slit in his cockhead. “This hole could use stretching, too. Then I could sound you with my finger.”
Rhys wriggled his hips, groaning. “Yes, please.”
Not to lose the momentum, I grabbed strings of leather and returned to stand between his legs. The loops were designed to hold an omega’s balls, whether as a cock ring, decoration, or toattach a leash to it. In this situation, improvisation was key. I forced Rhys’s sac through one loop and his dick with the knot through the other, then connected them both to a leash. When I pulled on it, Rhys growled like a wild animal. Perfect.
From the array of paddles, I picked up a wooden one with engraved letters that spelled “owned.” I tried it on Rhys’s thigh first, smacking it hard enough for the word to start forming inside the red shape of the paddle.
“Ah!” Rhys flinched, then parted his legs even wider, wordlessly asking for more.
Lifting the paddle, I showed the engraving to my Alpha. “I own you tonight.”
Rhys nodded. “Thank you.”
“Are your balls tender post-orgasm, servant?” I tugged on the leash, stretching the skin under the knot and under his sac.
He grimaced, unshed tears shining in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”
“And your knot, so abandoned without an omega’s ass, must be hurting something fierce.” I didn’t wait for his reply. Instead, I patted his sac with the paddle, increasing the force until his gasps turned into broken sobs. Then I did the same to his knot, watching his eyes roll back as tears rolled down his face. His body responded to the torture by showing me how much he enjoyed it. His utter surrender to me was a gift I never knew I needed, but I would cherish forever. His whimpers and pleas for me spoke to something deep inside me that he’d awakened tonight. Whatever it was, I would embrace it until the end of our time together.
“What’s this?” I poked his erection that had thickened anew. His refractory period was astoundingly quick. “Is my servant begging for more pain?”
“Please…” He licked his parted lips, looking like submission was in his nature, like he was a needy omega not an alpha who’d paid to be mistreated.
Would I get a chance to fuck him one more time tonight?
The bed dipped only slightly under my meager weight as I stood between Rhys’s legs. Looking down at him, I crushed his balls with my foot while tugging on the leash in my hand. “Your whimpers are as weak as you. Tell me how it feels.”
He sucked in air. “Hurts.”
“And do you like to hurt for your Master?”Was I pushing it?Maybe, but I was having too much fun to stop. And by the look of utter adoration on Rhys’s twisted features, he loved it all.
He grunted and let out a wail as I dug my toes into his balls. “Yes. Do what you want to me, Master.”
A rush of power filled my veins at his words. I stepped off his sac and wiggled my foot under it, searching for his pucker. “Relax.” He did, and my toe slipped past the ring of muscle lubed with my cum.
The moan he released was so erotic, I had to jerk my cock a few times, needing some relief. With a few more strokes, I could come on his chest, but I wanted to linger on the edge of orgasm for now. I craved to hover in that frenzied state which allowed me to do wild things without overthinking them.
“You’re a dirty little Alpha. My servant and my plaything.” I recalled hating so many things Alphas had done to me and would have never thought that doing them to someone else would bring me so much pleasure.Was this closure? Therapy?
If so, I knew what was next on my agenda.
I pointed my cock at Rhys’s chest and met his deep brown gaze. His flushed cheeks and disheveled black hair told me how far gone he was, but his parted lips and hard cock showed me I had to push him more to get the job done.
“Please.” Rhys arched weakly, making the precome on his stomach trickle up his chest.
He didn’t know what he was asking for, but I was ready to oblige.
