CHAPTER 20
Beta
I turned Jendra’s face to mine, away from the mirror. With my forefinger under her chin, I lifted her mouth and I kissed her gently, until I felt her body begin to melt into mine. Then I changed the kiss, to exert the dominance I knew she needed. I moved my tongue against hers, teaching her that I would take control, whenever the time came for her to please me.
When my new bed girl whimpered up into my mouth I broke the kiss and turned her around fully, so that she once again faced the mirror. With my eyes locked on hers in our reflection, I put my hand between her thighs and I began to work her sweet little cunt in earnest. I watched with satisfaction as Jendra’s eyes dropped, and her brow furrowed to see what it looked like when a caring master comforted his naughty concubine after disciplining her.
I rubbed a circle over the swollen little bud with the side of my thumb while my fingers explored the warmth and wetnessfurther down, feeling how ready she was for the cock, after the punishment she’d just endured. Her whipped bottom pressed back against me, and I felt her trembling increase as pleasure began to build in her core.
“Your bottom feels heavenly,” I murmured against her ear, keeping my voice low and intimate. “So warm from the cane. So perfectly marked.” My fingers moved deeper, sliding along her slick folds, pressing gently inside her virgin sheath. “And this little cunny… so wet for me. So ready.”
She whimpered, her head falling back against my chest as I continued my ministrations. I could see everything in the mirror—her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her body responded to my touch despite her obvious embarrassment at watching herself.
“My cock is very, very hard,” I told her, pressing my hips forward so she could feel the rigid length against her lower back. “Can you feel it, even through my trousers and my tunic? Can you feel how much your master needs to fuck you?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”
“Think about how hard my penis is,” I commanded, my fingers working her clit in slow circles that made her gasp. “Think about how ready you’ve made me. Your beauty, your submission, your punishment—it’s all prepared to deflower you. To fuck you the way you need so badly.”
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and I felt her knees start to buckle. I held her up easily with one arm around her waist while the other continued its work between her thighs.
Part of me wondered if she would think of Omega now, if the memory of that dark entity would intrude on this moment. Butwhen I looked at her face in the mirror, I saw only present awareness—her eyes fixed on my reflection, on the sight of my blue hand between her pale thighs, on the way I held her against me.
I had replaced him, perhaps. The thought filled me with satisfaction, though Alpha and I had agreed I needed to remain wary and prepared to deal with Jendra’s mental and emotional struggles.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, slowing my fingers until she whimpered with frustration. “Say the words, Jendra.”
“Please,” she gasped, her hips moving against my hand. “Please, Master…”
“Please what?” I stilled my hand completely, making her sob with need.
“Please fuck me,” she begged, the words breaking from her throat. “Please take my virginity. Please make me yours completely.”
“Are you choosing me?” I asked, needing to hear it explicitly. “Are you choosing me to be the man who deflowers you?”
“Yes!” Her voice was desperate now, her body trembling with need. “Yes, Master, I choose you. Please, Beta, please…”
I swept her into my arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down on the soft covers. She gasped as her punished bottom made contact with the fabric, but I arranged her in the same posture she had held when I had paddled her poor little cunny. I placed her hands on the back of her knees, and with a sob from deep in her chest she pulled them back, opening herself even wider than she had for the paddle.
“You’re the sort of girl,” I murmured as I looked down at her spread cunt, her caned bottom and thighs, “who needs to associate fucking with discipline, and needs to accept that dark side of herself.”
I took hold of Jendra’s upper thighs and pulled her toward me, until her bottom extended just off the end of the bed. With my eyes moving from her face to her lovely little breasts to her well-disciplined pussy and bottom, I began to undress, touching the magnetic clasps at my shoulder and then my waist so that my clothes fell to the floor.
Jendra let out a whimper as she saw my rigid manhood. Her sweet cunt clenched visibly, and her hips made a lewd, impatient thrusting motion that brought a little leap to my cock as I held it ready to claim my wayward concubine.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Jendra,” I told her. “It will hurt, at first, but I think you know how much you need it to hurt, while your master’s cock enjoys your tight little cunt.”
Jendra
When my eyes rose from Beta’s face to the mirror on the ceiling, I could see everything. I could see myself, spread open and vulnerable, my knees pulled back and my punished flesh on display. I could see Beta’s massive blue form between my thighs, his enormous cock positioned at the entrance to my aching, untried pussy. I could see my own face, flushed and tearstained, my eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
And then he thrust forward, and I felt my master tear through my virginity.
The pain was sharp and immediate, but it was swallowed almost instantly by an overwhelming sensation of fullness. Beta’s cock stretched me impossibly wide, pushing deeper and deeper into the newly opened channel of my vagina. I watched in the mirror as my face contorted, as my mouth opened in a silent scream, as my body tried to accommodate the sheer size of him.
“That’s it,” Beta murmured, his voice rough with his obvious pleasure in claiming me. “Take it, Jendra. Take your master’s cock.”
He began to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the invasion but insisting nevertheless on taking his place inside me. Each thrust sent jolts of sensation through my entire body—pain and pleasure so intertwined I couldn’t separate them. I watched the mirror, transfixed by the sight of his blue cock sliding in and out of my bare pink pussy, asserting ownership with each stroke.
