Page 5 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

CHAPTER THREE

Darby

Y es! It didn’t matter how cute my spoiled rich kid Dom of the moment was, he definitely had the goods to give me everything I needed.

And what I needed right then was punishment. Harsh, vindictive punishment.

I knew exactly what to do. I knew what was expected of me in a fantasy.

I’d played out more fantasies through the Dark Fantasies Club than I could count.

When my wicked prince undid his trousers and partially freed his straining erection, I knew my job as his omega property was to take his dick out all the way and get it right down my throat.

And yeah, as soon as his overpowering, autumn-in-the-country, alpha scent hit me, along with the scent of skin, sweat, and arousal, I wanted nothing more than to suck him straight to the back of my throat and make him come.

But more than that, I wanted the punishment that would come with disobeying orders.

“Well?” my prince demanded, widening his stance and pushing his trousers down more. He wasn’t wearing underwear, which was completely to serve the fantasy, so his large alpha cock and heavy balls slipped out right in front of my face, tempting me. “Are you stupid as well as miserable?”

“Are you stupid, Darby? Snap out of it and do your job!”

The remembered shouting from my supervisor at the airport when he’d seen what I’d done lashed out at me, nearly throwing me out of the scene. I started to shake.

No. I was here to escape my mistakes, to be punished for my breakdown.

I clenched everything I could with my arms still bound behind me and took a deep breath. Stay in the scene, Darby .

Character. I could use the slip to get into character. I was a random omega who had been snatched off the streets and sold to the highest bidder to be his sex toy. I could go with the clueless angle.

“Please,” I pleaded, glancing up at my prince. “I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going on.”

My heart dropped into my stomach for a moment as a thoughtful, worried look passed through my prince’s expression. He’d seen my wobble, I just prayed he wouldn’t end the fantasy before it had even begun.

A heartbeat later, the hesitation left my prince’s eyes, and lust replaced it.

“I was told you had a pretty mouth,” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair. “Put it to good use, and I don’t mean by talking.”

“I—”

My prince took advantage of my attempt to claim ignorance and plead for mercy by handling his cock and pushing the tip into my mouth, just like I’d hoped he would.

I moaned in protest around his thickness, and he was so well-hung that my hole began to twitch and leak slick, but he ignored my pleas.

“That’s it,” he said in a rough, hungry voice. “Take it all.”

I didn’t have much of a gag reflex, even when I wasn’t in heat.

That probably came from all the practice I’d had with alpha cocks in my throat over the years.

I pretended to sob and struggle as my prince held my head with both hands, pulling my hair slightly, as he thrust deeper and deeper into my throat.

He used short thrusts at first for friction, then long, slow ones that cut off my air and had my throat spasming around him to remove the obstruction.

It was hard to explain to someone who didn’t have a thing for pain and fear how much of a turn-on it was to be in a situation where you could be legitimately damaged or killed if your play partner wasn’t also in on the fantasy.

I felt real fear as my lungs burned harder and harder while my prince was clearly in ecstasy.

Real fear and real, womb-deep arousal that had my cock standing rigidly in front of me and slick seeping down my thighs.

You couldn’t really grasp the erotic appeal of that humiliating danger unless that same bit inside you was as bent as mine was.

“God, yes,” my prince gasped as he started to come.

He must have really needed it. A lot of the alphas I’d played with held onto that first orgasm and saved it for later. My prince let himself go right away, though.

I swallowed the first few spurts instinctively as it hit the back of my throat, but then my prince pulled back and stroked the rest of his orgasm out all over my face as I gasped and coughed and fought for air. I caught a bit in one of my eyes, which just had tears streaming down my face even more.

It was all perfect for the fantasy.

“What do you say?” my prince panted once he was wrung out, one hand still fisted in my hair and keeping me upright.

I pretended I didn’t know what he wanted and sobbed before saying, “Please. Please let me go.”

“Wrong!” my prince shouted, yanking my hair. “You say, ‘Thank you, sir’.”

I pretended I still didn’t get it and wept and shivered instead of playing the good boy, resigned to his fate. My balls were tight with the need to come, and my hole spasmed in anticipation of being stretched by my prince’s massive cock.

“I see I’m going to have to teach you some manners,” my prince growled.

He shoved me to the side so I lost my balance, then stepped back so he could remove the rest of his clothes, looking at me with a heady mix of pretend contempt and real desire as he did.

Half the people in the ATC control room had looked at me with contempt when I’d pushed back from my station, thrown off my headset, and collapsed in on myself as the realization of what I’d almost caused to happen hit me.

“Pull yourself together, Austen! This is why omegas shouldn’t be allowed out of the house.”

I gasped, fighting to get back into the scene. It would be okay. Everything was going to be okay. My spoiled prince owner was about to punish me. I could pay for everything I’d done wrong, for the lives that had almost been lost because of me.

“Get up!” my prince shouted once he’d undressed completely.

He was stunning naked. It was more than his enormous cock and heavy balls. His body was young and fit, like he worked out. He was the epitome of what a powerful, sexy alpha should be.

“Come on.” He reached down and grabbed the ropes binding my arms together behind me and pulled me up to my feet as if I weighed nothing. “You’re of no use to me if you don’t obey.”

“Please, please,” I panted once he had me on my feet and was leading me across the room to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

“Please, sir ,” he growled.

“Please, sir,” I repeated.

“That’s more like it.”

We reached the St. Andrew’s Cross, and he shoved me up against it.

He bent to secure my feet in place before untying my arms and stretching them out to the tops of the cross.

I groaned and panted, showing him my fear and the pain in my arms as they were bound a different way.

Then I cried and pretended to panic as he stepped back and grabbed one of the floggers I’d seen on the table as we’d crossed the room.

Honestly, it was all pretty standard stuff for the sort of fantasies I liked to play. My prince was really good with the flogger, making it hurt enough to send my endorphins tingling. I responded the way I knew I was supposed to, and he seemed to be enjoying my reactions.

After a few minutes, a niggle of disappointment started to bite at me. Was that it? Was my prince the sort who just wanted to beat weakly on an omega for a few minutes before fucking them the way they could fuck pretty much anyone he’d met at a club?

The part of me that had been hoping for more, that wanted something strong enough to drown out the voice within me that shouted I was a failure, that all of my work for the last ten years meant nothing, that I could have gotten people killed, was so disappointed that I stopped paying attention to the pain.

Until I suddenly felt two fingers push fast and hard into my hole.

I gasped and my head snapped up as my prince growled, “Did you hear what I said, boy?” against my ear.

“What?” I panted before I could think of a better answer.

Then I couldn’t think at all, he thrust a third finger into me, sending my senses reeling and nearly making me come.

It felt so good to be violated that way.

I wanted more. I wanted his whole hand up there, even though being fisted was one of the most humiliating things that could be done to an omega.

“I said, we need to make this pretty, needy hole of yours wetter,” he growled into my ear. “I like my slaves dripping and gagging for my cock.”

“I—”

He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass, which was sorer than I’d been aware of, thanks to his consistent flogging.

“Yes, sir,” he snapped. “You say ‘yes, sir’ when I speak to you.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, like maybe he was starting to break me.

He stepped away from where I was bound to the cross.

That gave me a moment to feel the burn and sting across my back, shoulders, and ass.

It was a little disconcerting to realize how much I’d drifted as he’d played with me.

I needed more, though. I needed real, harsh punishment, not some kid playing Dom.

Maybe I would safeword and call the scene off.

Maybe Caden could find a more sadistic Dom who would rip the skin from my body and make up for all those lives?—

The cruel slice of a cane across my ass not only jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts, it had my cock jerking with the confusion of pleasure-pain.

“Pay attention, boy!” my prince shouted.

“Yes, sir!” I gasped as I let the remnants of the cane blow reverberate through me.

I was expecting more bittersweet blows from the cane. I craved them. But instead, my prince started to undo the binds holding me to the cross.

“No!” I gasped, not wanting it to stop so soon.

My prince straightened from freeing my ankles and slapped my welted ass, causing me to cry out.

“You don’t tell me no,” he said as he started in on one of my wrist binds.