Dream Of Me

He suddenly stood. In nearly the same moment, the belt came down. She heard the sharp whistle of it chopping through the air just before pain exploded across her backside. It pains significantly more than any strike delivered by his hand.

She cried out, more from shock than actual pain. And the shock came not because he had struck her, but because it only made the flame of pleasure inside her burn brighter. Her belly gripped with each strike and she could feel the growing pool of moisture that lined her thighs.

Strikes rained down with the steady rhythm of a metronome. His aim was unerring, never hitting the same spot twice, until her entire body felt like it was consumed in fire.

Tears turned to sobs as the hardwood of the table shoved against her cheek with each measured blow. He used the belt on her without apparent mercy. She lost count after a handful of swings, her awareness receding into an ocean of quick pleasure and sparkling pain.

His tempo eventually slowed and then stopped. Minutes passed, the only sound in the room his harsh breathing and the coughing sobs that she tried to swallow back, leaving her blubbering. Was this how Alpha’s got their rocks off without an Omega to misuse, paying Beta women enough to act like they enjoyed it? He was sick and, she realized with a heavy heart, so was she.

A large hand conveyed itself between her legs, his searching fingers sparking her desire even higher. Leda cried out, rocking back against him and desperate for his touch, even as her palms waited glued to the table’s surface.

“Tell me exactly what you want, girl.” His voice sounded harsh, strained as if even he was caught up in whatever storm gathered between them.

“Tell me what you need.” The Alpha has asked again.

“Just Fuck me.” The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them and she immediately wanted to snatch them back.

He was already laughing at her, voice snide.

“I heard you, but i do not fuck Betas, little one. But maybe there’s something else that I can offer you." When he pulled his hand away, she groaned at the loss, growing wanton in her misery. Then his face was buried between her thighs and the world exploded around her.

He sucked the little bead of her clit into his mouth, drawing hard on it as if he could pull the very life of her from her body. Smoothing his tongue against her flesh, he paddled the length of her from the bottom of her slit to the puckered skin of her posterior entrance.

Her body reacted as if it had been shot with electric current, bucking and rubbing against his face. A high-pitched keening sound filled the room, and she distantly felt that it was coming from her, but she was too far gone for embarrassment.

His tongue moved lower, dipping inside of her before returning to the more sensitive part of the flesh that had fully emerged from its hood as if begging for more attention. Fingers pushed inside of her, just as his mouth closed over her clitoris and stunk hard. Mouth and fingers worked in duo, creating a primal rhythm that sent her over the edge of ecstasy.

She melted, orgasm leaving her barely on the verge of consciousness. Her moans renovated into inarticulate cries as she wilted like candy into the heat of his mouth. And then she screamed his name before passing out completely.

Leda woke a short time later, no conception of how long she had been in a pleasure-induced haze. They were both reclined on the sofa, she was in his arms with her head tucked neatly under his chin.

Brumeh must have felt her stir because his chest rumbled against her cheek as he spoke.

“Welcome back.”

She was afraid to do or say anything that might break the spell that had been casted on her. It had been years since she experienced anything like this, completely surrounded and protected from the outside world. Even if the person holding her was a hated Alpha, she was not ready to let the moment go.

Her cheek sloped against the small patch of bare skin where the top of his shirt was unbuttoned. His scent was remarkable, and she had to prevent the urge to burrow closer.

“It is a little late for the vapors, pet.”

Brumeh — she had to acknowledge his name now that he had ripped enough pleasure from her body to make her pass out — squeezed her chin, tilting her face until she was forced to meet his gaze.

His eyes were golden and too bright for the frown that appeared permanently yetched into his features. They were pools of light that she could fall into and be completely swallowed up.

“Tell me about your dreams.” He said

A fiery blush crept up her cheeks, and he chuckled, the sound like a threat.

“Tell me, Leda.” He added

Her name on his lips was too much, it somehow made the scene even more intimate than it already was.

“You had my arms and legs b-bound.” She gulped hard and forced out

the hated word. “Sir.”

He rolled her off of his lap and shoved her back on the couch, his impressive form hovering over her. Taking both of her wrists in one large hand, he raised them over her head until they pressed against the arm of the couch. One of his legs moved up to cover both of hers, crippling them.

She was knotted between the vice-like grip at her wrists and the weight of his body.

“Like this?”

Leda took a stuttering breath as she replied, “Yes, sir.”

“Was that all?” He asked again.

His face hovered over hers, their noses just barely touching. His body, so much larger and heavier than hers, grated her down against the cushions. The position forced her to inhale in small gasps, her lungs incapable to completely expand against the solid wall of his chest.

She felt his breath, hot and wet against her skin, as he bent to brush his lips against her cheek. The touch was so light that she hesitated to even call it a kiss. The hard length of his erection pressed against her thigh. She shifted against it and he made an answering groan.

“Answer me, girl.”