by Sara Fields
“I’ll start,” he grinned dangerously.
Viktor pulled me away from the comfort of my nest by my hair, his grip strong and sure, but that didn’t stop me from fighting back. I tried to twist and turn out of his grasp, but his hold was solid. I tried to backpedal, to pull his fingers from my hair and I even tried to knee him between the legs, but he was prepared for it all.
He dragged me the last few feet over to Ethan, who grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward just as Viktor released his hold on my hair. Their actions made me lose my balance and I quickly fell over Ethan’s lap. He had his legs spread and I landed over top of one thigh. My hands rushed forward toward the floor in an effort to balance myself and ensure that my face didn’t connect with the hard wooden surface beneath me. He quickly crossed his other leg over the back of my knees and used one hand to pin me down, effectively binding me over his thighs.
Fuck. This definitely wasn’t good.
I struggled, trying to wriggle off his lap down onto the floor, but I didn’t even move an inch. He was so much bigger and so much stronger than I was. In this position, I couldn’t even use my small frame to maneuver out of his grip. He had me at a clear disadvantage and nothing I could have trained for could have helped me escape from him in that moment.
“Such a pretty little omega. I bet you’re going to look even prettier with a bright red, freshly spanked little bottom,” he observed, and I snarled in response. He wouldn’t dare. I renewed my struggles, but still I wasn’t able to get away from him.
“Fuck you,” I snarled, fighting every step of the way.
He didn’t respond to my goading and simply traced his fingers over the gentle curve of my backside, reminding me that I was very bare and very naked as I lay over his lap. My mind told me I should be afraid, but my body pulsed with anxious anticipation. My clit throbbed with need and his fingers tentatively dipped down in between my thighs, finding the rampant wetness that drenched my sensitive folds.
He clicked his tongue and I shivered with my shame. I knew I was even wetter than before. My body was reacting viscerally to being handled so roughly by these three men and they knew it. They could probably smell it. I could certainly feel it.
Every inch of my skin burned with fire, an unreleased need that felt as though it would soon overtake every ounce of my being and my every waking thought.
Ethan’s fingers were rough and experienced. His fingertips skirted along my flesh, igniting a veritable fire across every nerve. With each brush of his fingers, a flash of electricity shot straight to my core and my inner walls fluttered with need. Bent over his lap as I was, my backside felt too vulnerable, too high in the air, and far too easily accessible to his touch. My heart beat wildly in my chest and nothing I could do would slow it down.
My heat was strengthening with each passing minute. The anti-suppressant was in full force now and it wouldn’t be long until estrous was the only thing on my mind. I wondered how much longer it would take until I was completely delirious with want and desire, so much so that I’d do anything to feel the hard steel of alpha cock spearing deep into my pussy. Would I be able to fight it? Did I even want to? I didn’t know anymore.
“Ethan, don’t,” I pleaded even though I knew my words were likely falling on deaf ears. Despite my protests, I knew what was going to happen. I was an omega going into heat and these three alphas were going to teach me what that meant. I had little doubt I was going to be very sore and very sorry by the time they were through with me.
Ethan lifted his hand off of my backside and pressed it gently against the base of my spine. His fingers guided gently up the arch of my back and for a moment, I found myself relaxing under his touch.
“The three of us are going to spank you. Not to punish you or shame you for who you are, but because we want to. We want to see your bright red bottom on display when we fuck you. We’re going to do it simply because we can,” Ethan mused, and I trembled over his thigh. I growled and kicked my toes on the floor, but it did nothing. Accomplished nothing.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, my upper lip lifting in anger.
“Nikki, you’re an omega. We are your alphas. It’s time you learned that we’re in control and not you,” Ethan scolded, and I trembled slightly over his thighs.
Turning my head, I saw both Viktor and Alaric leaning against the table, watching as Ethan prepared to take me in hand for the very first time.
“She’s aroused. I can see the slick dripping down her thighs,” Viktor observed, and I snarled back at him. He smiled, his gaze darkening as he cracked his knuckles. I was starting to feel very uneasy now.
“I can smell it,” Alaric replied, his tone viciously seductive. I turned my head, unable to return their heated stares for a moment longer.
Ethan’s touch disappeared from my skin and I stilled, nervously awaiting what was to come. His palm patted my bottom once on one side and then on the other, before he lifted his arm and slapped down, hard.
Momentarily stunned, I stilled as the loud echo bounced off the walls. It took another few seconds for me to focus on the fiery blaze of pain as it spread across my skin and deep into my core and by the time I sucked in a breath of disbelief, another spank fell on the opposite side. Ethan paused the punishment for a moment, tracing the outline of his fingers on my bare, reddening flesh.
Ethan was spanking me. I was naked over a man’s knee getting my bare ass spanked for the very first time. I had expected them to fuck me, not punish me. I wasn’t prepared for this.
“She’s going to look so delicious when we’re through,” he mused, before smacking my ass once again. This time, he didn’t slow down or even pause between spanks; instead he built up a steady cadence that left me breathless and desperate for it to stop. He was only using his hand, but his slaps were hard. Each one jolted me forward just a bit, catching the fullest part of my backside each and every time.
I cried out, trying to wriggle and squirm, but his leg over mine and his fingers around my waist held me firmly in place. Again and again, he smacked my raised backside, ensuring that his palm cracked against every square inch. He punished the upper curves of my cheeks down to the top of my thighs. Every spank was hard and ruthless. He didn’t care that it hurt. That was the point.
He wanted to punish my backside and that was exactly what was going to happen.
I tried to breathe through the pain, squeezing my eyes shut and curling my fingers into fists. My nails dugs into the meat of my palms and I finally cried out from the terrible sting. My backside burned, ignited with a fiery throbbing sensation that permeated much deeper into my core. Despite the pain, I could feel my need growing stronger within my body and I trembled under its power.
I pressed my thighs together, but my skin was slick with my arousal and my legs slid against one another. I clenched my muscles, trying to alleviate the pain of Ethan’s dominance and I quickly realized it did nothing to help.
Fucking hell. This really hurt.
One of my hands flew backwards to try to block his blows, but he deftly caught it with the hand he was using to anchor my hips to his thigh. He held my wrist against my waist, pinning it by my side in the process. He renewed his efforts to punish me, spanking my bare backside harder than before.
Nothing in his treatment was gentle or kind. He was simply harsh, his vicious palm biting into my flesh with a steady cadence that screamed of his dominant nature. Just as I was instinctually designed to submit before an alpha, he was made to dominate me and that included every square inch of my body.
I pleaded. I begged and I cried for him to stop, but nothing stopped him. He would keep spanking me until he decided he was finished and not a moment sooner. He was ruthless, uncompromising, and everything an alpha was supposed to be. As much as I fought every second of it, my body responded in kind, my own omega instincts awakening to his powerfully harsh nature.
My pussy throbbed and my clit pulsed with desire and I squeezed my thighs together to try to alleviate my
arousal, but nothing worked. Every time Ethan smacked my ass, my pussy clenched with pleasure. Pain and desire morphed into one confusing mixture of sensation that left me breathless and wanting for more.
“She’s much wetter than before, Ethan,” Alaric said thoughtfully, and I cried out in shame.
“Her slick is pooling on the floor beneath her. She’s leaving a wet spot on your pants,” Viktor replied rather matter-of-factly and I felt my face flush hotly in response.
The two of them were right. Even now, I could feel liquid heat gathering between my legs, making my skin slick with it and permeating the air with the sweet fruity scent of my arousal. What made it worse was that I could smell theirs too. It was more potent than before, much stronger and far more enticing.
I was burning with fever. My heat was encroaching faster than I ever thought possible. I’d be fully in the thick of it in less than an hour. I was sure of it.
Ethan stopped spanking me and dipped his fingers in between my thighs, his touch sliding along my rampant wetness with embarrassing ease. I whined softly with my shame, grateful for my thick curtain of hair that hid my face from them.
Almost as though he read my mind, Ethan threaded his fingers through my long silver locks and quickly jerked my head up, revealing my blushing cheeks to the others’ view.
“Don’t,” I breathed. He chuckled quietly and I moaned with pleasure as he circled my clit with his fingers. He pressed down gently, his touch torturing me, just light enough to tease but not hard enough to pleasure.
“I think it’s time to give Alaric a chance to redden your delightful little bottom, don’t you think, omega?” he asked, while increasing the pressure of his touch on my needy bud. I could do nothing but moan in response.
With one hand pulling my hair and the other lifting me by the waist, he helped me up to my feet. My ass was hot and achy, just like my pussy. My legs felt like jelly and when I lifted my head to find Alaric staring at me hungrily, I found it to be even more difficult to stand. Ethan held my shoulders, steadying me before them. Secretly, I was grateful for it.
“Turn her around, Ethan. Show us your handiwork,” Alaric dared him darkly and I narrowed my eyes in his direction. Just as I was rolling my upper lip at him, Ethan quickly spun me around and forced me to display my achy red backside to the two other alphas. His hands drifted from my shoulders, down my back and settled on the upper curves of my buttocks as he held me close, pressing my breasts against his bared chest.
My nipples hardened at his touch. His fingers dipped lower, squeezing my punished flesh and I cried out in response, his firm grasp igniting the pain from his punishment.
“Fucking gorgeous,” Viktor purred, and my body responded with a boiling, feverish heat. He purred once more and I moaned as slick poured down my leg, droplets echoing as they slapped onto the wooden floor beneath me.
I trembled, feeling incredibly ashamed before the three of them.
“Come here, little omega,” Alaric whispered, softening his tone with intermittent purrs that left me feeling hot and needy. Ethan released me and I slowly turned back toward Viktor and Alaric.
Viktor had his hands resting on a thick leather belt around his waist. I snapped my eyes away from it and sluggishly walked toward Alaric. He swept forward, gathering me in his arms and sat down in the chair. I curled up in his lap, my sore backside pressing against the rough material of his pants. I hissed and he shushed me with a harsh pinch to the right cheek of my ass.
I snarled quietly in response.
“It appears Ethan didn’t leave enough of an impression then, did he, omega?” Alaric mused, his tone dangerously excited. I twisted in his grasp, but he quickly upended me and forced me face down over both of his thighs. I could feel his cock pressing into my belly, hard as iron and I shifted uncomfortably. My pussy tightened with desire and I tried to remember myself, tried to keep strong amongst these enticing men, but my arousal was making it difficult. I felt like I was drowning in it.
Alaric palmed my ass, smoothing his rough, well-worked hands over my already scorched flesh.
“Perfection. Fucking omega perfection,” he whispered softly and the omega within me preened with hesitant delight. It felt good to be adored, to be told that they liked what they saw. My nipples scraped against the fabric of his slacks and I sucked in a breath.
Damn. This was intense. I hadn’t realized just how strong my natural instincts would be this far into estrous. I had thought I could fight it. I had thought I was too strong, too independent to bow before an alpha, but here I was. Naked and spanked by three of them.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had a naked female over my thighs. This ass is just begging to be spanked,” he added next and I shivered over his lap.
I breathed in a shaky breath. With each passing minute, I was losing myself more and more. My omega was slowly taking over, changing who I was fundamentally, and I knew after this was all over that I would never be the same.
Alaric squeezed my ass once, then twice as I whimpered quietly over his knees.
“If you try to kick me or wriggle your way off my lap, I’ll spank your thighs. And when I do, I’m going to enjoy every second of it,” he warned, and I stilled. I bit my lip as he squeezed my backside once more, his touch igniting a deep throbbing pain that shot straight to my clit. One hand cupped my hip then, pressing down and pinning me over top of his thighs.
His other hand smacked down on my left cheek and the air rushed out of my lungs in a single gasp. Ethan had spanked me hard, but Alaric’s palm was slightly larger and quite a bit harsher. The span of his hand easily covered one side of my ass. He spanked me faster, harder, and I was quickly lost to his firm dominance.
The sounds of my cries echoed loudly, and I couldn’t help it as my hips tried to twist and turn to escape his unforgiving blows. His warning quickly forgotten, my toes pounded on the floor and I tried to use my hands to push off his lap.
He growled and my core cramped hard, just before his palm cracked against my right thigh. Exquisite agony exploded over my flesh and I cried out, just as he spanked the opposite side. The terrible sting was that much more intense. He attacked my thighs with a fervor that left me breathless and on the edge of tears, but then he paused, rubbing his palm soothingly along my scalded flesh.
Gradually, he brought me back from the brink of a total loss of control. His fingers traced along my skin, swirling back and forth and capturing my complete attention. He ventured up and down my thighs, then my ass and even up and down my spine. His touch was peaceful and calming, lulling me into false sense of security even as my ass and thighs burned from his harsh punishment.
“A good spanking seems to make our little omega more submissive,” he observed, and I sputtered in surprise. I clenched my legs together and Viktor chuckled.
“You two are too soft with her,” Viktor replied and both Alaric and Ethan scoffed at his challenge.
“What would you do then?” Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow in response to Viktor’s boldness.
“I’d give the omega a taste of my belt,” he answered, and I trembled, still held down over Alaric’s knees. I turned my head, watching as Viktor used a single arm to clear everything on top of my desk, just because he could. My papers and supplies clattered to the floor as he stood back up, kicking my belongings out of the way with the side of his foot.
“That does sound tempting. I bet a few lashes from the belt will redden her pale skin beautifully,” Ethan countered.
Just the mention of the belt made my blood boil. My chest rose and fell with the effort it took to draw in one scalded breath after another and the fiery inferno blazing within me burst into flames and raw desire more powerful than I had ever known raced through my blood. My fingers and toes curled with it and it soon took over every fiber of my being.
Before I knew it, hands reached for my body, lifting me from Alaric’s lap and carrying me toward my desk. Gently, the three alphas deposited me over its cleared surface, and I ga
sped as the cool wood touched my heated skin.
Their touches were cool, calm, and collected and my inner omega bared herself to them completely. Their bold dominance was seductive and even as my bottom burned from their prior attentions, I found myself wanting more. My breasts felt sensitive and heavy with desire, my pointed nipples pressing into the wooden desk beneath me. With each spank, my pussy had throbbed with unreleased desire and my body had twisted the harsh pain into a confusing mixture of both pleasure and agony that left me needy and wanting.
As much as I wanted to deny it, my omega craved their dominance. All of it, even if that meant I spent a good portion of my time over their thighs.
“Please,” I begged, unsure of exactly what I was asking for in that moment.
Alaric and Ethan moved in front of the desk, gathering my wrists with their fingers and pulling my arms out in front of me. While they were holding me in place, Viktor maneuvered behind me. I heard the gentle clink as he undid the clasp of his belt and the quiet swish as he pulled the leather strap free from his pants.
I sucked in another breath, my back arching slightly as I awaited what was to come next. I wasn’t made to wait long.
The sound of the belt clapping behind me startled me and Viktor huffed in amusement.
“Her pussy clenched so beautifully when she heard that,” he told the others and I moaned with my shame.
“I can tell. The scent of her slick just grew quite a bit stronger. Look, this just leaked from her wet little cunt,” Ethan added, and his fingers swirled through the slick on my thighs, and I pouted as I pressed the side of my cheek to the desk. Viktor’s fingers massaged the lower base of my spine and the tension in my limbs loosened.
He pressed the warm leather of his belt against my backside, tapping it once and then again. I held my breath for each one, trying to gauge exactly how much it was going to hurt, but I couldn’t have even remotely prepared myself.
Viktor swung his arm and I heard the descent of the leather strap as it cut through the air. When it first hit my skin, I jolted at the loud sound. For several moments, the room was quiet and then the fire of its lash took hold of me. At first, it was a gentle burn, but its blaze grew in a crescendo of terrible agony. I cried out, fully realizing how much this was going to hurt but then a second, equally vicious strike branded my poor, bared flesh.
