by Sara Fields
I pushed more firmly down the back of her throat, taking what she was offering and claiming it firmly for my own pleasure. Her palms pressed against my thighs, trying to push away and I didn’t let her. Instead, I pushed past the soft ring at the back of her throat, thoroughly enjoying the way it clamped down on the head of my cock. She gagged and I relished the feeling of total power I held over her in that single moment before I pulled back and allowed her to regain her bearings.
Her breathy gasps and moans were just as addicting as the warm wetness of her tongue. As I used her pretty mouth, I fantasized about sinking deep between her thighs and what she would sound like when I took her tight little bottom for the first time.
I was looking forward to it.
My balls squeezed tight and I groaned with my own desire, thrusting faster and more quickly than I had before. She whimpered, but I didn’t slow my pace. I was enjoying myself and I took my time, but her wet mouth was so incredibly delicious that I felt the cusp of my release edging closer and closer. I delayed it much as I could, but before long I could feel the first tendrils of my orgasm coming to a head.
I roared and my cock throbbed hard several times before the first burst of my seed spurted into the back of her throat. She choked, but she did her best to swallow every last drop. I thrust into her hard, pushing in deep enough so that my balls just grazed her bottom lip. Her throat closed in around me, again and again as she swallowed everything that I gave her.
When I was finished, I pulled free of her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, and she squirmed a little as I stared down at her.
“Good girl,” I purred, and she quivered before me. With a smile, I offered her a hand and helped her to her feet. “Come now. I want to see you eat a full meal and drink as much cold water that you can handle. You’re likely dehydrated from producing that much slick and I want to ensure that my omega is healthy after all that she went through.”
“I’d like that,” she murmured.
I led her into the closet and dressed her in a simple wrap dress. When we were both dressed, I brought her back into the main part of her chambers where I found that a feast had been prepared and delivered for us.
“You will fill a plate and eat every last bite. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you don’t finish a full meal, do I, little omega?”
“No, Alpha,” she answered.
“Good. Now we need to figure out our next move and we’re going to do it together,” I continued.
“I’d like that,” she grinned.
Together, we would be unstoppable.
Chapter 11
Ariana
It was as if my whole life had changed in that single moment.
The bond was so much stronger than I could have ever imagined. I could feel where he was at all times and the moment we were apart, I’d yearn to be together with him once again. In his heart, I knew he felt the same. It was that intense.
I hadn’t been prepared for that.
When we were alone together, we didn’t have to hide our adoration for each other. I could challenge him again and again, and he’d remind me of my place as hard as he pleased, which always left my throat sore and my thighs shaking. Sometimes he’d take me over his knee, other times he’d give me a taste of his belt, but he always gave me his enormous cock. With him, I was insatiable. Behind closed doors, I was his omega, but more important, I was his mate.
We couldn’t always be that way, however. When in front of others, I was forced to temper my behavior to fit the expectations of those who could be watching.
For the most part, I moved around the castle freely. Now that I bore the king’s mark, no one gave me a second glance. In the dead of night when no one was watching us, I slipped into the secret passages with the castle with Magnar, showing him the stockpiles of liquid fire, the rusting stores of ancient weaponry, as well as the cot I had taken as my bedroom when I’d hidden not long ago. Finally, I showed him the jar of poison I’d discovered in the kitchen stocks. I hadn’t said a word when I’d tilted the vessel just enough to show him my father’s insignia, but he’d sucked in a breath all the same.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that,” he’d said.
Between the two of us, we mapped out the entire secret passageway system just in case we needed to use it sometime in the future. I was able to disappear in those tunnels more often than he did because no one was watching me like they did him, and when I finally finished the maps, I hid them near the king’s quarters in the closet’s hidden room. There weren’t any entrance points within his chambers, but there was one down the hall in the nearby guest suite. I shared it with Magnar that night and the next day, I started to focus my attentions elsewhere.
I kept an eye on his advisors. I spent time watching Neegan, as well as the master of coin and commander of Kingsworth’s forces. The more I observed them, the more I suspected that Neegan was up to something. Sometimes he met with servants in his study and other times he left the castle entirely. I wasn’t able to follow him for fear of discovery, but I took note of when he left and when he returned in a small journal that I kept hidden within the bookshelves of my chambers.
One night when Magnar was attending a dinner with a royal guest from far away, I camped out in the observation point by Neegan’s study. For a long time, he worked in silence before there was a very quiet knock at his door. I’d almost fallen asleep when I heard it. Sleepily, I blinked, wondering if I’d dreamt it, but then the door opened, and I pushed myself up to a seated position as quickly as I could. Neegan called for the person to come in and a familiar face entered the room.
It was the same attendant that had visited him before, only this time he was carrying something in his arms. Neegan rushed to get up from his seat, locking the door behind him as soon as he entered the room. He sat back down, and the man placed the bundle carefully down onto his desk. He was so careful that it made me suspicious right away.
“Is this what I think it is?” Neegan whispered.
“It is. I had to travel well beyond the walls of Kingsworth to find a witch woman who knew how to make such a dangerous brew,” the man explained.
“I appreciate the effort you’ve put into this for me, Jorge. Know that when the time comes for me to wear the crown, you will be adequately rewarded for your steadfast loyalty to me,” Neegan said, very pleased with whatever the man had brought him.
“There are a few things you should know about this kind of poison, Neegan. It’s highly combustible. It’s nowhere near as intense as liquid fire, mind you, but you should be careful with it all the same. Move it slowly and carefully. Don’t jostle it unnecessarily. It’s safer in smaller amounts, so I’ve parsed it out in several jars,” Jorge explained as he removed some of them from the bundle in his arms.
“Thank you. I’ll keep all that in mind,” Neegan replied and Jorge cleared his throat.
“When are you going to do it?”
“Soon. I need to wait for the opportune moment,” Neegan said thoughtfully.
“I should be going. The less we’re seen together, the better,” Jorge answered.
“I look forward to many more years together, Jorge. Keep up the good work,” Neegan said and the man grinned.
“Of course, my future king,” Jorge replied, and I froze.
He’d referred to Neegan as his future king.
Neegan was going to betray Magnar. He was going to kill him.
Everything started to fall together. I stared at Neegan for a long time. He sat down at his desk and palmed the jars of poison set before him. There were three containers, more than enough for whatever nefarious plans he was setting into motion to steal the crown.
All I knew was that I was going to have to stop him. There were several empty glasses inside the passage near me, so I grabbed them. I would put a stop to his plans, and I would turn it against him.
When the hour grew too late, Neegan took the jars of poison and locked them inside a wooden cabinet in his s
tudy. He left the room and the moment the door closed behind him, I slipped inside. Using a small pin, I picked the lock and grabbed one of the containers carefully. I emptied one into a glass and placed it behind the hidden compartment. I poured the second into another jar and when I began on the third, the sound of the door opening startled me.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the king’s omega sneaking around my office once again,” Neegan whispered.
I didn’t say a word. Instead, I just turned to face him, watching as his eyes glanced from the jars and back to me.
“I have half a mind to make you drink some of that myself, but I think I’ll rather enjoy watching the king punish you quite a good deal more,” he growled as he strode over to me. His hand lashed out and grabbed the hair at the back of my head so hard that I could feel a few strands rip out from the base of my skull. I cried out at the stark unexpected pain and tried to pull away as he drew ever closer.
“The more I see you skulk around these halls, the more I think you’re hiding something, you useless omega cunt,” he snarled, and I nearly kneed him straight in the balls. He’d seen my face and now I had to deal with the consequences of that. I had to make him think I was innocent. His eyes wandered to the jars once more and I knew I had to distract him. I had to escalate this and force him to bring me to Magnar as quickly as possible.
“I’m not afraid of the king,” I challenged him verbally. He tensed, just like I expected him to.
“You’re not, are you? Well, perhaps we should ask him exactly what he thinks about that?” he answered cruelly.
“Don’t,” I grimaced.
“The moment you were captured in Ravenrath, omega, you lost the right to choose,” he answered.
“Then do it yourself,” I challenged.
“And anger the king needlessly? I think not. I am the king’s hand and that would be a betrayal of the highest order. No. I’m going to take you to him. I’m sure our royal guest will enjoy the show just as much as I will,” he murmured, and I rolled my upper lip at him in open provocation.
I struggled in his arms and he jerked me forward by my hair. He dragged me out of his office, and I lost my balance. He pulled me along and I screamed as the agony raced across my scalp with wild abandon. There was no stopping him no matter how much I kicked and screamed. Eventually, I was able to get myself back on my feet. I stumbled several more times and he didn’t even pause for a second for me to get my bearings. After several terrible long minutes full of pain and wretched misery, we arrived at an opulent double wooden door. Without delay, he pushed it open and forced me inside without a care.
He practically threw me forward and I fell, knocking my knees hard against the stone floor in the process.
“My king, I bring to you an omega that does not know fear,” Neegan exclaimed and the conversation at the table ground to a halt.
Magnar turned and leveled his gaze at me. There was subdued apprehension in his eyes, but he didn’t let it show to anyone in the room. I just knew it was there because I could feel it.
“She doesn’t?” he chuckled, turning from me to Neegan. He cocked his head like he refused to believe his words.
“No, my king. Once again, I found her sneaking around my study. I’m not sure what her intentions were. I questioned her and she refused to answer. I would have taken care of her myself, but I thought it best to bring her to you,” he smirked, glancing casually down at me and then back at the king.
“I will deal with her,” Magnar growled and if I didn’t know him better, I would have been terrified at the sound. He signaled the servants at the door. “Bind her hands behind her back. My omega is in need of a hard lesson and I’m going to do it right here so everyone can see her tears as she’s punished by my hand.”
I shivered with anxious fear. As much as I knew that he wouldn’t truly hurt me, he needed to show the royal guest and Neegan that he was willing to punish me as hard as necessary. My capture had forced it.
Whatever came next was going to be painful. I had to prepare myself for anything in order to keep the both of us safe. With a shaky breath, I climbed to my feet.
“Do your worst, King Magnar,” I spat.
He smiled viciously in my direction.
“I plan to, omega. Know that both myself and my guests are going to enjoy every last second of it,” he growled savagely. My core cramped down hard, and a rush of slick dripped down my thighs. I doubled over with pain and when it was finally over, I lifted my head to see that his grin had only grown wider. I faltered just the slightest bit and the door attendants shuffled over to me. One of them roughly grabbed my upper arm, likely bruising me with his fingers. The other took my wrists and began to wrap them with a piece of cloth behind my back. I fought, but it wasn’t long before I was bound and captive before my king.
The bond pulsed between us. His alpha surged forward, and my omega preened with anxious arousal. Neegan watched the interplay between us closely and I grinned, sliding my eyes from the king to him.
What if I could use this opportunity to make Neegan think I was his ally? Would he tell me more about his plans for Magnar if he thought I was on his side?
I snarled in Magnar’s direction.
A plan began to formulate in my mind, and I jumped into it wholeheartedly. To everyone watching, it would appear that I hated the king and to Neegan, I would make him think that I wanted him that much more.
“What were you looking for in Neegan’s study, omega?” Magnar growled.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I replied coyly.
“I would. You’re going to tell me,” he roared.
“Fuck you,” I snarled. His eyes narrowed slightly, sliding from Neegan back to me. Neegan looked at me with a peculiar curiosity, but he said nothing. Magnar cocked his head and I could feel his confusion. I didn’t do anything to alleviate it because I knew that he’d figure out my plot soon enough.
He strode over to me with purpose and swung his hand around to grasp the back of my neck. Roughly, he forced me to the table. Without pause, he bent me over it. He didn’t remove the hand from the back of my neck when he gripped the neckline of my dress and tore it straight down, exposing my back in one terrible motion.
He flayed the fabric as if it was simply paper. With my hands bound behind my back, I couldn’t push myself up. I tried to twist, but his palm on my neck prevented me from doing much at all. There was no way for me to gain any leverage like this.
I lifted my eyes as much as I could, getting a good look at those sitting at the table. There were a number of faces that I didn’t recognize. At the other end directly across from me was a man dressed in elegant finery. Burgundy and gold twisted together to make a luxurious overcoat that surrounded his shoulders and made him appear larger than life. His eyes met mine and I blushed hard, knowing that he was likely seeing the bareness of my back and the upper curves of my bottom cheeks.
“I can see that I’ve been too gentle with you, omega,” Magnar growled.
“Fuck off, my king,” I pushed. If I wanted Neegan to believe me, I had to go all in. I was going to act the part of dissatisfied woman the best I could even though it wasn’t even remotely true.
Casually, he tightened his fingers around my neck, and he lifted me up, tearing away the remaining tatters of my dress without a care. I watched him from the side of my eye as he reached into his pocket and casually laid two gold items on the table right in front of me. Roughly, he grasped my left nipple and pinched it hard. I couldn’t squirm away as he twisted it cruelly and a whimper escaped my throat, which only fueled him to punish it even more firmly.
“There’s so much of this body that has yet to feel what a true punishment entails and that’s going to change today,” he said darkly. I would have shivered with fear, but he twisted my nipple brutally hard and aching pain blossomed across my chest, capturing my focus entirely. When he finally released it, I breathed a sigh of relief. I tensed when he reached for the small gold thing on the table. Quickly
, he squeezed it and placed it straight over my chastised nipple. At once, sharp teeth bit into my tender bud. I cried out as those harsh points clamped down on my nipple, radiating agony like no other across the entirety of my breast. I shivered hard and then he pinched my right side just as roughly.
He repeated the motion with my other breast. It was worse this time because I knew what was coming and I could do nothing to stop it. Once the second clamp was in place, Magnar slapped each one, causing a fresh wave of agony to sear across my sensitive breasts. He slapped them several more times and I couldn’t help but cry out each time. I glared at him in an open challenge, even as my pussy was clenching with need at his rough treatment.
He didn’t say a word as he bent me back over the table, holding me down with a firm hand in the middle of my back. The pressure of the wooden table against my nipples was almost too much. I gritted my teeth and was caught off guard when his palm crashed down on my backside so hard that my body rattled against the table. The motion jostled the clamps on my breasts, igniting a burning sting that rivaled the one scalding my bottom.
Oh, fuck. That hurt.
The spanking started hard and fast, leaving me no time to catch my breath or even remotely prepare myself for what was to come. A soft whimper fell off my lips and I pressed them together so firmly it hurt my jaw. Each strike of his hand jarred me, forcing my nipples to scrape against the table. I attempted to press my chest down against the wooden surface, but that hurt a great deal too.
My whole world turned into one burning pain. His palm blistered my entire backside, its broad size encompassing much of my bare bottom with every spank. He punished from the upper curve of my cheeks all the way down to the middle of my thighs.
He’d never spanked me this hard before. He’d shown me that I needed to fear his belt and even my own hairbrush on occasion, but this was only his hand.
