by Sara Fields
My breath hitched and I whimpered quietly, trying to hold back my tears. Just when I thought I was going to lose control and sob over his knee, he pulled back and gently dragged his fingertips along my punished flesh.
“I want you to know how very proud I am to call you my own, sigma,” he said softly, and my heart swelled in my chest.
“Alpha,” I whispered, not knowing what to do or say at his tender admission.
“Even when the two of us were in danger, you handled yourself with grace and it only made me realize how lucky I am to keep you as mine,” he continued.
His fingers slipped back in between my thighs. He teased me with them until I was on the edge of orgasm once more before he pulled them away again.
I didn’t beg for his fingers to return. I knew now that he would allow me pleasure when he was ready and not a moment before.
He took me in his arms and stood up, before he gently laid me down on top of the large rock.
“I want to see this bright red beautiful bottom striped with the marks of the switch,” he murmured.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered.
“After that, you’re going to take my gift in your tight little bottom hole and then you’re going to come for me on my cock. You’re going to come so hard for me that it’s going to hurt,” he warned, and a shiver of desire raced through me.
My body was answering to his call. My omega wanted this. His alpha wanted this and that meant that I did too.
“Please switch my bare bottom, Alpha,” I pleaded. With trepidation, I looked back to see him smile with a deep sense of satisfaction. I lifted my hips just a little, letting him know just how much I desired to please him.
He took the switch in his fingers and swished it through the air, making me so nervous that my legs trembled beneath me. As if he could sense my fear, he placed his hand on my lower back and I breathed a sigh of relief.
That simple touch relaxed me. I drew in a deep breath.
The switch fell against my backside for the first time.
At first, I simply felt a harsh sting, but it had been manageable. As the welt rose though, the pain escalated until a pitiful keening sound escaped my lips.
A second line of fire followed.
Unlike the spanking, my switching didn’t happen with such swiftness. He took his time, enjoying the way my body stiffened with each bite of the switch, and then how I writhed for him as it inevitably intensified into scalding hot fire.
He started at the cusp of my bottom cheeks and made his way down until about mid-thigh. Each thrash was slow and steady enough to really remind me that right now, I was his omega, and he was my alpha.
I didn’t fight him even in the slightest. We both needed this. He needed to assert his dominance over me, and I needed it to hurt because it reminded me how much he cared.
His palm pressed against my lower back a bit more firmly and the switching began to escalate. There was less and less time between each thrashing bite until it felt like there wasn’t any at all.
I started to panic, the overwhelming sting quickly escalating until it consumed me. I cried out and still the switching continued just as harshly as ever.
“You are mine, sigma, and you will always answer to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“Who decides when you receive pleasure, sigma?” he continued firmly.
“You do, Alpha,” I answered quickly, keening from the terrible burn. Once again, I approached tears and just when I thought I was going to cry, the switch broke across my bottom. For a long moment, I feared he’d retrieve a new one, but when his fingers started to trace the welts that he’d left behind I allowed myself to breathe.
“You’re so very beautiful like this, my sweet sigma,” he purred. “Such a good girl.”
“Please, Alpha,” I begged.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please let me come for you,” I pleaded.
“There’s one more thing that needs to happen before you take all of my cock inside you, my sweet mate. Show me the last place that needs to be punished before I give you the fucking you so richly deserve,” he replied.
With a soft cry, I allowed my hands to slide backwards against the blanket. I slid my fingertips along my hips and gasped when the heat of my punished flesh burned against them. My backside was probably as red as the setting sun. Even more tentatively, I touched the welts the switch had left behind. They were gently raised, like little mountain ranges along my skin. I took a very deep and shaky breath as I gripped my bottom cheeks, spreading myself open for him to see. I cried out a little at my own touch because it made the sting of the switch and his palm burn all the more.
There would be no hiding like this. With the sun high above us in the sky, he’d be able to see everything.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
I felt the coolness of the metal against my wet folds. He circled and dragged it through my arousal, coating it with my wetness. He pumped it inside my entrance once, then twice, before he dragged it backwards and settled it on top of my bottom hole.
He pushed the tip inside just a little bit and I couldn’t help myself as I tensed with nervousness. The surface was made slippery with my own slick and despite my reluctance, he pushed inside me with ease.
At first, it felt pleasurable, but then the girth of the toy became more than I could bear. Pain began to swirl at the base of my spine until it overwhelmed me. My bottom hole wasn’t prepared to be stretched so impossibly wide and I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.
At once, he pushed it so firmly that it slid all the way into me. My tight hole rebounded, and the pain was more than I could take all at once. It felt so deep and I was afraid there was no end in sight. My body panicked at the toy’s intrusion and all the tears that hadn’t fell before rushed forth.
I sobbed and his arms quickly gathered me. He pressed me against his chest as I suffered for him, so impossibly full and punished all at once.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he whispered, and I held onto him as I cried. The intensity of the pain finally started to lessen, and I found that I could breathe once more. I curled my arms around him, pressing my forehead against his shoulder and not caring that my tears were leaving a wet spot on his cotton shirt.
“Shhh, it’s alright, sweet sigma. Your punishment is all over. Now I’m going to reward you with my cock,” he continued. He didn’t rush me though. Instead, he let me cry.
I let go of the fear I’d felt when I’d been taken. I let go of the tension I’d taken upon myself when we were in danger from the Cult. I let go of everything with the falling of my tears.
The only thing that was left was me and him.
Us.
That was the only thing that mattered now.
I sniffled and pressed up enough to meet his eyes.
“Are you ready, little sigma? Do you want to feel your alpha’s cock?”
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I whispered hoarsely.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him, but most of all I needed to feel that connection between him and me in the most primal of ways.
Our bodies as one. His pleasure and mine.
I needed everything.
He curled his arm around me and lifted me enough so that he could free his cock. There was no more teasing or preamble. Instead, he set me down straight on his cock and I took every inch of it.
With the toy inside my bottom, I felt so incredibly full. His cock stretched my pussy so much so that it burned with pain at the same time that I moaned in pleasure.
The sensations warred with each other until they meshed together into one.
“Move, little sigma. You have permission to come as many times as you want, but before this is through, you will take my knot deep inside that pretty little pussy. Then I’m going to mark it with my seed,” he warned and the orgasm he’d teased me with crashed forward with fervid intensity.
I cried out in shock and he chuckled.
“You protest, little sigma, but your pussy clenched so tightly around my cock that I know you want it too,” he said with a soft snarl and my core cramped down even harder.
A hot blush raced over my cheeks and he smirked knowingly.
“Now ride my cock, sigma. Scream my name as you come for me,” he demanded.
I didn’t think. I just did.
My hips rolled of their own accord, taking him as deeply as I could. His hand reached down between us and his thumb settled on top of my clit. I rocked back and forth, and I gasped as that single thumb dragged up and down my clit.
Fuck.
That felt good.
Really fucking good.
I didn’t stop. I only rode him harder.
That first orgasm exploded over me with such consuming intensity that I started screaming his name as soon as it began.
“Alpha, please, Alpha,” I begged. I knew my words didn’t make any sense. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. In my desperation, I called for him as I drowned in the overwhelming pleasure he’d stoked inside of me.
That first explosion detonated inside of me and ravaged me from within. I was blinded by the white-hot ecstasy of that orgasm as it obliterated every other rational thought in my head.
All of the pain and pleasure rendered me undone.
I have no idea how many orgasms he gave me that day. I rode his cock until sweat dampened my brow and dripped down my back. My muscles burned and ached, but still I pressed on, taking everything he gave me and more.
My backside burned hot from his punishment and my bottom hole ached, but it all combined to heighten my pleasure to a level that I didn’t think possible.
I came alive that day and so did my instincts as an omega.
He was mine.
Only mine.
With a snarl, I bit into his shoulder. I marked him as mine once and for all.
The bond exploded between us in a brilliant fiery display as I chose him for myself. With my mark, our bond could develop fully and at that same moment, his knot inflated inside me.
It hooked us together physically at the same time the mark connected us for the rest of eternity.
I screamed and still my body took all of him.
He groaned and his seed spurted up deep inside of me. With every hot splash of his cum, my orgasm devastated me from within. My core pulsed as his thumb dragged out my pleasure.
We were safe.
We were together.
We were one.
Forever.
When my mind-bending pleasure finally began to recede, I pulled back and kissed the mark I’d left behind. Before, the bond had tied us together, but now it was so much more.
I didn’t even have to say the words.
He knew what I wanted to say, and he said it first.
“I love you, my beautiful sigma. No matter what happens next, we will always have each other,” he whispered hoarsely.
With every word, my heart pulsed.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
Epilogue
Ivar
I hadn’t been completely honest with Ariana. Sure, it was true that it was my mission to build the Brotherhood’s army and bring age-old alliances back to life, but that was only part of it. Two members of the Cult had escaped the city of Kingsworth, and it was my job to tail one of them.
The man I was tasked with following was the Recruiter.
The Ghost had decided to deal with the Prophet himself.
I’d kept my eyes on the man when he’d climbed onto his horse in the dead of night. I’d followed his path a fair distance along the road.
I knew what direction he was going. He was heading into the wilds and there were a number of places he could be heading.
I had planned to stay and watch over Ariana for a time longer, but the Recruiter’s quick exit had made that impossible. With more haste than I typically cared for, I’d delivered her father’s gift. I knew she could handle the Acolyte, especially now with Magnar at her side.
I gently kicked my black stallion’s flanks and flicked the reins against his throat.
It was time for my journey to begin.
The End
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