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Matty doesn’t need to be told again, launching himself at me, face-first. He dutifully and passionately gathers my slick into his mouth, pulling it from my body with his curling tongue, making our groans a chorus of delight. My hands slide up my body to my breasts, massaging and pinching in time with his lapping, until his mouth moves up to my clit, those glorious lips wrapping around it before he sucks it into his mouth like a starving man, building my pleasure to a boiling point. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, stars dance across my vision, and I shatter into a writhing, crying mess, slick gushing all over Matty’s face. He eagerly devours every drop, then does that thing I taught him. Tilting his head to one side, he uses his teeth to gently clamp my clit and rapidly flutters his tongue over it without stopping.

Pleasure rockets through my bones, my body goes taut, muscles clenching until a scream tears from my throat, and I’m coming again, eyes wide and unable to catch my breath for what feels like an eternity.

“You’ve done so well,” I breathe. “You can choose any toy you want.”

Matty’s eyes sparkle as he lifts his head from between my legs and peers at me. “Thank you, Mistress. But don’t you want to feel my cock inside of you? It’s been a long time since we’ve been together like this. And I know…” His voice trails, hesitation flaring in his gaze.

Mama’s orphan Omegas have to do whatever she tells them, or be punished, killed, or even worse, abandoned.

An abandoned Omega around here is definitely better off dead.

As Mama’s only Omega dominatrix, my restrictions are numerous. Some almost impossible to abide by, which is why she pumps my system full of the strongest suppressants on the black market. I may slick up and whine, but I will never go into heat. And I am only allowed to have vaginal sex with other Omegas and Betas.

I am never allowed to take an Alpha in my pussy. No possibility of being knotted.

Not until Mama’s ready to auction that privilege off to the highest bidder, I assume. Though, she’s never said that aloud to me.

For now, I am far too valuable a commodity, her highest earner in the club. But one day, she’ll sell the rest of my body.

The thoughts are like acid in my brain.

“I’m so sorry, Sin.” Matty breaks protocol, looking panicked. He obviously felt my mood shift.

I force my head to shake. “It’s not your fault.”

“Still. I… I would like to please you like that. You may be the domme but you deserve pleasure, too. This kind.” Matty slides his palms up my shins to grip my knees as he rises to his feet, head inclined as he regards me with those kind eyes of his.

I let him push my knees up and back toward my chest, spreading my pussy. When his cock notches at my entrance, I moan like wanton thing. Like a submissive little Omega.

Part of me hates it, but if anyone is going to understand what it is to be like me, it’s Matty. The only person in this world that I trust.

“Take me.” My voice is barely more than a whisper.

His gaze further softens before he grips his cock and ever so slowly feeds it into my channel. An equally slow sigh escapes my lips as my body relaxes into the mattress and Matty’s cock stretches my pussy as it drives into me until Matty crawls over my body. He threads our fingers together the moment his weight flattens my chest and our foreheads meet, his nose brushing the tip of mine. I reach for him, for his lips, and he breathes against my mouth where I can taste myself, his tongue dipping into my mouth, our hips joined. He flexes, and the tip of his cock rubs my G-spot perfectly, drawing out another whine and turning it to a gasp when he thrusts back inside of me.

“You feel so good,” he breathes against my lips. “This slick pussy is so tight. So perfect.”

We groan in a chorus as his thrusts grow a bit faster, pressure beginning to build between my hips.

“Tell me you want me like this, Sin. Tell me you like when I fuck this pussy.” His pleas all end in moans. “I know I’m not supposed to ask this of you, but just this once. Tell me you love how I make you feel. Please.”

“Matty,” I cry. “You make me feel so good. I love it. I love your cock.”

His moans turn to a hiss, his hips slapping against mine with building speed and force until pleasure makes my mouth fall open on a silent scream and his movements become erratic before a groan rips from his throat, his head falls to my shoulder, tremors wracking both our bodies as our slick combines on the sheets below.

Silence stretches until Matty huffs a laugh, a joyous sound by my ear, and pushes himself up off my body slowly. The look he gives me is a bit devilish. “Did I earn my toy for real this time?”

I laugh, too, as I sit up on the edge of the bed. “You’d earned it before, but maybe you’ve earned a bonus now.”

His grin is toothy as he turns on his heel and heads to the small nightstand beside my bathroom door. His body blocks what he’s looking through while the sounds of his rummaging fill the small space. He makes a small, sharp, “Aha!” before closing the drawer and returning to me with a very special toy indeed. A vibrating strap-on with an inflatable knot. But what’s more, there’s a small, attached, insertable vibrating egg for the wearer, all in bright red.

I turn a raised brow up at him as he hands me the toy and the remote control.

Getting off the bed, I slip my legs through the straps and pull the strap-on up, lifting one foot to the mattress to gently slip the egg inside of me. Even when it isn’t vibrating, the ridges make my skin tingle with anticipation as they scrape along my channel to settle right at my G-spot.

I have to stifle a moan because it’s already so sensitive.

“Your bonus,” I manage, “is you get to choose the position.”