by Addison Cain
And then he had gathered up more of that awful substance, scooping it from between her legs to smear over her breasts.
He’d licked it all off, nipping so hard in places she’d been marked.
The purr faltered. Esin growled again. And another bead of slick seeped.
He stroked her clitoris faster, Morgaine certain the little bunch of flesh would soon be worn away.
It hurt.
The zings, the tingles… they were not pleasant.
Not like this.
“Once you come, I’ll stop. Give me that, renegade. Give me your pleasure.”
Faster his fingers flew, centering on that same spot until raw skin began to sting. Her insides clenched in a defiant cramp, twisted, made her retch, and finally released.
If this was sex, it was horrible.
Panting, Morgaine was forced to look into the ecstatic face of the male responsible for such discomfort.
“Good girl.” He sniffed at her neck, clearly thrilled she’d practically thrown up on him. “I’d love nothing more than to lick you clean, but I don’t trust myself. My cock already aches.” He set her hands free, gathering one so he might draw it between them. He ran her fingers through her oversensitive slick-coated folds and then smeared his bared cock with her touch. “Go on now, like I showed you last time.”
He was going to make her lay like this, under him and spread while he used her hand? Hips already aching, she tried to rock her body, to get blood back into her joints.
“No, no. No fucking today.” A grisly chuckle paired with a nuzzle of her cheek, and words that made her skin crawl. “Do not try to tempt me. I’ve taken enough lashes to keep a clear head no matter how pretty you are or how sweet you smell. Rub my cock like a good girl, and maybe I’ll pleasure you twice before your bath.”
The skin between her legs was on fire, if he tried to touch her there again, she’d…
What would she do? Cry until there were no more tears? Scream until her voice was nothing more than a wheeze?
What had that gained her?
Her hand around his organ hardly moved. It didn’t need to. Esin was pumping his hips into her sorry grip. Positioned as he was, it was mimicry of penetration—his thrusts angling the head of his cock to skim her mound and belly. Jerked by his movements, gaping at his screwed up face, there was little she could do but brace and hope it ended quickly.
“Take your hand.” He was straining, the veins in his neck popping against twitching muscle. “Grip the base of my cock and squeeze.”
What?
“Now! Do it now!”
A bulge was beginning to grow near the thatch of hair at his groin. Swelling, it distorted his shaft like a growing cancer.
“Gahhh!” He took matters into his own hand, forcing her fist down and squeezing their joined touch so tight her finger joints popped. Surging upright, his free hand began to milk his cock furiously until a fat glob of thick goop erupted to land on her stomach.
It was the first of many.
So much surged from the man it was mind boggling—breasts, stomach, chest, and thighs were coated to dripping.
And still Esin wasn’t done. Teeth clenched he hissed, “Don’t let go. DON’T LET GO!”
“You’re hurting my wrist…” The words were but a breath, Morgaine’s arm shaking in her attempt to dislodge herself from his grip.
What started out thick became a spray of warm rain. It lacked the pearly quality of the first abundant spillage, and dripped like water down her skin. With the burst came a roar from the man who glared down to watch his prize squirm in all he showered upon her.
“Open your mouth.”
No. Never.
“Just a taste, renegade.” He chided, teasing at her lips with his glans. “Drink up what I offer.”
Fiercely shaking her head, Morgaine went from trying to pull away to pushing against him.
Whatever that did to his knot made him keen, buck his hips and spray her with another volley of musky fluid, until it gummed in her lashes and matted her hair.
Esin kept her this way, stuck beneath him, for the entire duration that bulbous growth at the base of his angry, red cock persisted.
The breaks between his subsequent orgasms led to him kneading his knot and her fingers so hard she began to lose feeling. In that span, he spoke to her of how best to drain him. What a great job she had done for her first time milking a knot. But he also admonished her refusal to part her lips.
Had her jaw not been damaged, she was sure he would have forced her teeth apart and jammed that hideous thing down her throat.
Four more times, semen shot out as he groaned, arched, and spoke filth to the ceiling.
The final eruption was little more than a dribble of clear fluid that ran down their joined hands to trickle between them.
Setting her throbbing hand free with a filthy groan, Esin rubbed at the diminishing knot until his cock grew flaccid. With his flesh appeased, he fell back down upon her, laughing at her breathy attempt to squeal as he used his naked chest to rub his semen into her skin.
“Mine.” Over and over he muttered the lie. “All mine.”
She was not his.
She was more than a hand, or a body to taste.
She was greater than the nub of flesh between her legs he felt was so important.
And so she told herself, while rough hands slipped and slid over places that man’s come should have been allowed to pool.
“They will be so pleased with you, renegade. No Omega has ever made me jettison seven times.” Kissing her mouth so hard his teeth knocked hers, Esin cooed. “Seven… you dirty girl. And look at you: perfect with my come flavoring your lips.”
Pulling back enough she might draw a desperate breath, Esin teased, “Perfectly disobedient, I should say. I told you to open your mouth and you refused…”
Pressing her lips tight, Morgaine looked away.
The taste of him had already migrated to her mouth, but she would not invite more of it.
“Disobedience must be punished. There will be no more pleasure for you today. Think on that while we bathe.” He went back to toying with the drying fluids on her skin, fingers tripping over ribs and navel. “I would have left you very satisfied. Now I will leave you dripping slick and hungry for my attention.”
She let out a quick sigh of relief—one that was mistaken by her tormentor as regret.
Face suddenly serious, he took her aching chin, turning her head so she might meet his eyes. “A good, rough finger fuck is for obedient Omegas who don’t destroy their furs and open their mouths for their Alpha. Next time I come to tend you, remember how you feel right now.”
Morgaine would remember, and Morgaine would keep her lips sealed.
“Will you give me a kiss?”
Another head shake.
“Pouting, eh?” Laughing deeply, Esin offered a hint of purr in an attempt to placate his toy. “That is no way to convince me to pet my pretty girl’s pussy.”
Walking his fingers down her body, he made to reach between her thighs, stopped only by the sound of water filling the tub.
“It looks as if we’ve played too long.” Rolling off her at last, he moved with all the jovial energy Morgaine lacked. He even snorted playfully as he drew her to her feet. “More like they found me too lenient and wanted us out of the nest. Punishment is punishment.”
Her legs were numb and she wobbled, caught up by the smiling man who winked. “You already have me wrapped around your finger.”
***
No amount of bathing might make her feel clean—though Esin took great pains to make sure he lathered her in every possible place as she sat in his lap. It was the first bath she’d been forced to share, and though he had soaped his semen from her skin, the purpose of the bath was not her pleasure, but his.
He was there to instruct her how to tend to an Alpha.
Hands still gnarled and raw from the making of her ruined fur covering, still aching from how hard he’d sque
ezed her against his knot, she was made to knead his shoulders. Straddling his lap, face to face in a way that felt disturbingly intimate, he coaxed her to take the soap and learn to touch him in the way men liked best.
His groans when he tossed his head back at her touch did not warm the heart. His almost gentle caress of her hips under the water did not ease her mind.
Fondly, he purred, a content mass of muscle that demanded to be stroked. Eyes shining, a lazy smile on his face, he said, “You really are beautiful. Perfect, just like I said the first time I saw you.”
When his cohort had her mother’s neck in his hands, threatening to burn her alive.
“I don’t want to think of that.” Not while she was being forced to groom the male responsible.
“I understood you.” Catching her lower lip with his thumb, Esin shook his head. He sounded far less happy when he added, “One day you will remember that moment in another light. It will have been the first time you saw the mate you adore.”
Loath maybe? Voice like sandpaper, she continued to run her hands in lazy circles over his shoulders like directed. “You are not my mate.”
Stern, he tensed, undoing all her hard work to soften his mass. “I will go to any length to ensure that I will be.”
Morgaine chose not to answer, reaching instead for more soap.
“You don’t believe me?”
She believed that she was trapped on a nameless ship, god only knew where in space, surrounded by the enemy. An enemy who had just done disgusting things to her… again.
It turned out she had more tears after all.
They began to fall, her shoulders shaking with the effort to bite back painful sobs.
Esin took pity on the overwhelmed Omega, pulling her tight to his chest. At her stiff resistance, an intense purr came from him, vibrating so close to her body she felt it rattle her bones.
The heat of his hands rose from the water. They ran over the musculature of her back, kneading too hard to be considered comfortable. Esin would find a knot and attack it while she hissed through the pain. Over long minutes, muscles released.
He touched with intent, lips at her ear as he described how greatly her softness pleased him. Telling her how comfortable her future would be. She would want for nothing. Never go hungry. Never suffer loneliness as he had while waiting to find her.
In time she went limp.
Breath soft at her ear, he asked, “Is that better?”
A raspy croak complained, “I’m hungry.”
“Good.” Her sullen words drew him to hold her a little tighter. “I brought you food I had specially prepared. A gift we might enjoy together before I must depart for duty.”
Chapter 8
Though Esin seemed optimistic with Morgaine’s behavior, Sergeant Uriel continued to press for a rapid and drastic change.
When he had come to see her upon Esin’s retreat, he shared none of the lower-ranking male’s smiles.
One sniff of the nest told a story Esin either failed to notice, or discounted out of pride.
But the astringent sting in the air spoke of much more than fear. It spoke of revulsion, of shame…
Even with direct stimulation, Morgaine failed to respond as expected. He climbed into her nest, unsettled the furs, sniffing often and growled in a ceaseless low hum of displeasure.
Damaged.
He might have muttered it under his breath, but she’d heard.
Maybe she was broken, but better to be broken than a mindless Alpha puppet. Standing where the sergeant had told her to wait, Morgaine watched him grow openly agitated. Before she might earn a lesson, she pleaded her defense. “I did everything he wanted.”
The sergeant’s slipping tolerance was been replaced with antagonism. Snapping his attention from the inadequate nest to her face, his voice came rough, angry and unforgiving. “Not only did he refrain from penetrating you for your comfort, he saw to your pleasure before his own.” Frustrated with her utter unwillingness to allow Corporal Esin to so much as smell the air around her without stinking of fear, impatient with her anger, her pleading, and her disgust, Uriel climbed from the nest, marching forward to stand over her and accuse. “I watched you enjoy it.”
It was uncanny knowing strangers had watched her scream at the top of her lungs, careless of how raw her voice had become when Esin began to rip off her furs. Morgaine had bit and scratched until sound failed her completely. She had cried for her mother when he’d forced open her legs.
The effort was for nothing.
Drawing her arms protectively around her body, Morgaine found she could not meet his gaze. She had felt unseen eyes on her from the first moments in this pretty prison—the lights, the tub, the cold air that would blast about as if there had been a change in the false forest’s wind… the images on the wall. All were coordinated by whomever was tasked with monitoring her.
Her blood like ice, Morgaine said aloud what they all knew, certain every move she made had been projected for strangers to witness all these days of her captivity, “You watched?”
“Of course.” Sergeant Uriel pointed at the artificial view of the forest on the screen that had previously shown the death of Esmerelda and the mating of the estrous-high Omega. “Beyond that wall, many Alphas observe your every move. There is a team in place to regulate your keeping and assure your happiness. Many among them are your suitors who have a legal right to have proof you are honored.”
Honored? If Uriel was frustrated, Morgaine was exasperated.
Love, happiness, safety, joy, pleasure—these words had been barked at her over and over, but never once had she felt any of them in Alpha care. Honor did not exist here.
He wasn’t done. “Furthermore, all mated Omegas are broadcast in their finest moments. How else are Alphas to learn how to please them, care for them, and discipline them where there are so few to go around? Grow accustomed to being watched.”
Amazed these monsters had found another way to shock her, Morgaine’s jaw dropped. “You allow other men to view your mate during...”
Pride swelling his chest, Sergeant Uriel stood tall. He even dared a hit of a smile. “Alphas need release. If they can find pleasure in the same moment I do, then it is my duty to provide it. An undrained Alpha is dangerous.”
“She is comfortable with this?”
“Like you, she has no choice.” He seemed to consider as if the thought had never occurred to him, following with, “I believe she takes delight in doing her duty for both me and the crew.”
Cheeks fiery red as the concept sunk in, she dared to meet the Alpha’s eyes. “Have you asked her?”
“Why would I?”
It was such a flippant reply that Morgaine could not help but snarl, “Because you love her… Because sex is sacred? Because even now I feel as if it was more than Esin who violated me.”
He gave her a slap, hard enough to sting, but not rough enough to knock her down. “Grasp this. You cannot be raped by an Alpha. You are an Omega, designed by nature to respond to our call.”
Hand to her stinging cheek, Morgaine stumbled back. “I did what he wanted…”
Countering her wobbly retreat, the sergeant came down upon her until she’d tripped and fallen hard on her rear. Reeking of furious Alpha musk, he roared. “You spent half the experience screaming for your mother! You are lucky he chose to exercise patience and leniency! Had it been I, you would have been silenced with that first embarrassing bleat!”
There was nothing to do but try to shrink back and appease, her every synapse warned that she was in danger. “I’m sorry.”
Seething, he closed his eyes, took a breath, and slowly grew collected. When a full minute had passed, he nodded at a thought, became the meditative man she’d first met, and said, “You’ll be silenced now. One more mention of her in any context, Morgaine, and there will be three strikes of the cane for you and a public whipping for Elizabeta where all your settlement might watch.”
Stricken, Morgaine could mutter no more
than a terrified. “No…”
“Yes.” He seemed proud of the decree. “You will learn discipline. The best you can do for your mother is to forget she ever existed. Slip up, and she will bleed far more than you will. Someday you will even thank me for breaking you of your childish habit.”
His threat had set Morgaine into uncontrollable sobs no amount of purring could ease. Her punishment she could bear, but knowing her mother, a woman who was already grieving and in pain, would be whipped, could never be borne.
“Think on all I’ve said.” Uriel kneeled down and placed a hand on her bowed, shaking head. “Tomorrow you will impress me with the behavior of a woman and not the poor conduct of a child.”
He’d left her alone to cry it out. The lights had gone down and she had dumped herself into the sunken bed far away from the reeking furs and crusting remnants of Esin’s semen.
Hopeless and exhausted, she lay as still as a corpse no matter the artificial chill they pushed into the air.
They had taken her from her home. They had forced her to watch unspeakable things, made demands that were degrading and repugnant. And now… now they wanted to take her mother’s name out of her mouth.
It was worse than being stolen away, because Morgaine knew that one day she would slip. One day she would mention her mother, and the woman who loved her above all things would pay dearly for it.
***
When the lights came up, it had been after another sleepless night.
Sergeant Uriel entered with renewed vigor. Professional, with none of the prior day’s harsh temperament, he said, “I see you’ve spent a great deal of time in thought.”
Too tired to do anything but nod, Morgaine remained silent. Silence, in fact, was the best she could manage from now on. They wanted someone who only spoke when addressed. Now they would have one. Otherwise conversation would ignite a constant state of anxiety. It would be too easy to make a mistake.
Every phrase must be measured so that single, beautiful word might never pass her lips.
