I Truly Need To Know Who You Are

The man was smelling her. She wanted to pull the back of his head and press it against her mound. The effort to resist the desire tingled painfully along her skin. She prayed to the gods who lived above the skies that he would not find out her secret, that the alterants were enough to mask the unique flavor of an Omega’s scent.

A wholly undesirable sensation, quaked through her. Her knees shivered, and it was only sheer force of will that kept her standing as his face drifted mere millimeters from where her fingers still kept her opening exposed.

When he spoke, sharp breath struck her most sensitive meat. Large hands rose to grip her hips which was all that kept her standing upright.

“Do you ever masturbate yourself here, in the dark where no one else can see?” The Alpha asked.

“Yes, sir” she admitted, unfit to offer him anything but the truth.

“And how many other men have caressed you here since I last did?” Brumeh added.

She wished to lie, wanted to scream that a veritable train of men had pass through her bedroom in the last week, anything to make this distress stop.

But she couldn’t do it, she could not lie to him.

“None, sir.” Leda answered.

“You truly do expect me to believe that this hungry little pussy of yours has gone unplowed for so long. That’s impossible to believe. Look at how it weeps for me.” He added while caressing her clitoris.

And he was correct. A tiny bead of moisture already gathered at her opening as her body reacted to his growled words.

“Have you thought about when we were last together while you touched yourself?” He asked again.

Leda couldn’t understand why he was doing this. Alphas were supposed to take, like the heathens they were, not seduce with poisoned words that spun her own body against her.

“Yes,” she choked out, unfit to stop herself.

“Did you dream of me?” He asked.

Her throat closed on a plaintive sound. She could not respond even if he could see the answer in the tense lines of her body. He moved a small distance closer until she could feel the heat of each breath he took.

“Show me how you stroke yourself. Show me what you want me to do to you.” He demanded desperately.

With a soft moan, she moved one finger over the tiny nub of her clitoris, rubbing in tiny circles that left her gasping. Two fingers from the opposite hand dipped inside her slick-drenched tunnel, pumping in and out. Need arched through her like the sharp slice of a blade, the feeling so harsh that it bordered on painful. Only a few pats brought her so close, a moment more would send her over the edge.

“That’s enough.” Brumeh spoke to her.

Her hands stilled, frustration leaving tears tingling the corners of her eyes. Brumeh stood and took a step back. She did cry then in severe sobbing breaths, the lack of release more than she could bear after all he had forced her to undergo.

Moving to the table, he roughly slid plates and silverware off its surface, sending it all slamming to the floor. He seemed unconcerned with the wasted food or crockery that broke down at his feet.

The violence of it was so unexpected that Leda took a reluctant step backward, hands falling away from where they held her body open to press against the locked door at her back.

“Come here. Now.” He had ordered with his face which remained expressionless but she couldn’t miss the thread of anger in his voice.

She walked towards him on unsteady legs, careful to avoid the fragments of porcelain that littered the floor. When she was within arms’ reach, he flew her off her feet and into his arms.

He clenched her against him for only a moment before pushing her face down onto the table. Her breasts pressed hard against the wooden surface, leaving her naked backside exposed to the cool breeze. He came to the side of her shuddering body, took both her wrists with one hand and pulled up to the edge of the table above her head until her muscles weakened in protest. He turned her wrists until her palms lay flat.

“You do not move your hands or I will tie them.”

She gulped something that was the closest she could manage to an affirmative. His fingers traced the bruises on the backs of her thighs that had not been given enough time since their last meeting to heal fully. She shuddered at the gentle caress, knowing what was about to come.

He changed direction to the other end of the table but her neck could not crane enough to follow his movements without removing her hands from the table. When her head turned to the other side, she caught his dim reflection in a mirror hanging on the far wall. She watched as his hands shifted to the waist of his slacks and he removed his belt.

A belt! She made a move to turn, her hands hoisting slightly from the table.

“Stay quiet”, he said sharply.

She froze in place, heart thumping in her chest as terror and desire warned for dominance within her. Her fingers moved into the wooden tabletop.

“Please!” She cried out.

“Please what?, What happened?” The Alpha asked.

He reduced himself enough to kneel beside her head, seeming uninterested with the bits of broken plate and glass that grated underneath him. When she turned her head to face him, their eyes were level. He held the belt in one hand as it swung gently in the air.

“Are you afraid?” He asked.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Wasn’t that what he was paying two thousand dollars for — her fear? She nearly suffocated on her own words.

“Yes, sir.”

“Fear reflects us, did you know that? It is only in facing our fears that we find out who we truly are.” He waited and kneeled in closer to place a soft kiss on her tear-soaked cheek.

“And I very much need to know who you really are.”