“Please?”
She reaches up, and with long cold fingers, she explores my shaft, stroking and touching, before she gets to the head. She runs her thumb over my crown, spreading my pre-cum down my shaft as she checks again.
I think she might be really getting into this when she stops. My breathing is raspy, and my chest heaving.
“Right. No bugs. You’re fine.”
“No, wait, I’m not.”
She looks at me, and her pupils are big and black, her lips shiny and pink. I look down and see how hard her nipples are, pointing straight at me. Ah, so she feels something, too.
Good.
“What if you just put your mouth on me, just tasted to make sure I’m okay? Suck the poison out.”
She is silent for a very pregnant moment. “Suck the poison out?”
“Yes, clearly, I’m sick. I just need help, a hand. A mouth. Your lips. This is purely medical. So, we can keep going. I won’t enjoy it at all, I promise.”
She hesitates. “I’m just not sure, Rory.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I don’t want to cause you distress, Bonnie. I respect you far too much for that.”
Bonnie looks up at me like I’ve hung the moon and stars.
“You do?”
“Oh, absolutely. I think you are amazing. Incredible.” I reach out and run my knuckle down her cheek, but then I lean back, tilting my head back and groan again.
“Oh, god, it hurts.”
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
“You will?” I ask, feigning shock.
I’ve still got it, clearly. I had thought our omega, our rejected omega, would be a bit more of a challenge, though. To be honest, I’m kinda disappointed she’s not.
“Of course, I am, after all, the person who is supposed to keep us all safe,” she murmurs to herself.
“That’s right, you are responsible for my happiness,” I purr and slide my hand around the back of her head, drawing her towards me.
I’m dying as she gives way, getting closer and closer to where my cock is bobbing.
“Oh, Omega, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“So have I.”
There’s something in her voice that drags me back. I open my eyes just in time to see her fist flying at my balls.
The pain is agony; the agony is pleasure. I see white, black, gold. I’m lying on my back, my cock exploding cum all over me as I writhe around.
“Fucking hell, Rory Aster, you’re supposed to be a decent alpha.”
“Who told you that, love? They lied to you.” I pant and gasp as I seize my cock, stroking myself through the orgasm from hell.
“Clearly,” she sneers.
I love the fact that she sits here and watches me in my agony and humiliation. She really takes it all in, and I see real, true pleasure in her eyes now. None of that fake stuff she had up before.
