Page 6 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

I caught a brief glimpse of his expression as he worked.

He was concerned. Like, genuinely concerned.

I cursed myself for, once again, letting anxiety and stress get the better of me.

I needed to hold it together so this alpha would give me what I needed.

I needed something harsh enough to make up for being an utter failure.

“Now,” my prince said once I was freed from the cross. “Let’s really get this party started.”

He grabbed my arm and dragged me across the suite to the kitchen. It wasn’t much of a kitchen, really, but it had a small fridge, a sink, a few cupboards, and a stove with two burners. For half a second, I couldn’t breathe as the thought that he might burn me with that stove somehow hit me.

Instead, he shoved me to my knees as soon as we reached the kitchen tiles, then…fetched a glass and turned on the sink?

I was confused, to say the least. It wouldn’t have been the first time a fantasy partner had stopped in the middle for refreshments, but we’d only just started this fantasy, and my prince still had the vibe of a sadistic master. His cock was half hard again, too.

My confusion continued until he opened one of the cupboards and took out a small bottle with a few pills in it.

Then my fear response kicked in again. I wasn’t into being drugged and fucked, though I knew some omegas who were.

I had one sort-of-friend whose fantasy was to be drugged and used by multiple alphas. Hey, whatever floated his boat.

My prince fished one of the pills from the bottle, then grabbed my jaw with his other hand to tilt my head up.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, holding the pill up.

I blinked. He held the pill in such a way that I could see the markings on it. HL. Heat Lightning.

A shiver went through me. My prince wanted to force me into a mini heat. The prospect had me shivering with expectation and my hole twitching and leaking, like it was eager to start producing heat levels of slick.

“What is?—”

I didn’t get any farther than that. My prince took advantage of my open mouth to pop the pill inside. He then reached for the water and tilted my head back in such a way that I would be forced to swallow it and the pill.

Not that I would protest swallowing a pill that would give me a mini-heat.

“There,” he said once I’d swallowed a few times. “There’s no better way to teach a boy how to please his master than by making him want it just as badly.”

I gasped for breath once the pill was down and knelt there on the floor, gazing up at him. Geez, he had to be half my age, maybe not even that. His body was strong and muscular, but his face had me wondering if he was still in high school.

“Now let’s get you ready for when that Heat Lightning pill kicks in,” he said, grabbing me under the arm and forcing me up again.

Clever. He’d identified the pill he’d pretended to force me to take twice now. Which hinted to me that he actually did know what he was doing.

Another hint that he was an experienced alpha Dom was the way he took me into the bedroom, which had a whole other set of fun and interesting toys and furniture, and bound me to a funky little, curvy piece of furniture dubbed a Breeding Bed.

It was designed so that an omega could be completely immobilized while spread wide, and it was adjustable so an alpha could use them comfortably in a variety of ways.

“No, no!” I panted, pretending I didn’t know exactly what was going on, as my prince hoisted me over the center piece of the bed, strapping my torso down, then fitting my head into the padded bit that would make it impossible to look behind me.

I pretended to struggle and thrash as he secured my arms in the holders out to my sides, then my legs in a frog position that left my increasingly wet hole open and defenseless.

The bed was also designed so that my cock jutted freely below my hips, though there was an attachment that could clamp and restrict my cock and balls and make even heat orgasms difficult and painful.

I prayed that he would use that attachment, but instead, he gave my ass another stinging slap before coming around to the front of the bed.

“Do we need this?” he asked, fetching a gag with a ring that would force my mouth to stay open so he could throat-fuck me. “Or are you going to be a good boy with that mouth of yours.”

I wasn’t a fan of ring gags, so I moaned and opened my mouth, like I would grudgingly accept his cock in my throat. In actuality, the Heat Lightning pill was taking effect so quickly that if I didn’t get his cock inside me, one way or another, immediately, I might lose my mind.

“That’s what I want to see,” my prince said.

My vision was restricted to what was right in front of me, but that was enough to see that the Heat Lightning pill was starting to have its effect on him as well.

Omega heat hormones were strong enough to cause intense physical reactions in alphas as well.

It made them insatiable and reduced their refractory time between orgasms to almost nothing.

My prince was already hard again as he adjusted the bed to move my mouth right to the level of his cock.

By the time he’d clamped the bed in place so I was utterly trapped, my heat wave had well and truly started.

Instead of fighting and protesting, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, begging to get a taste of alpha before I went mad.

“Gorgeous,” my prince purred, shifting forward and guiding his big cock right along my tongue and into my mouth. “I love an omega in heat. You’re all such sluts when your bodies get the best of you.”

I moaned in agreement as he thrust deeper and deeper into my throat. My eyes watered and my body ached and twitched in its extreme bonds. I was completely trapped, a hundred percent at this spoiled rich kid’s mercy, a degraded vessel for him to use in any way he wanted.

I loved it. This humiliation and dehumanizing use were exactly what I needed. I was miserable and useless. I deserved to be fucked and punished for my faults. All I was good for was giving an alpha a place to dump his cum.

I could have caused people to die.

As the bitter and the sweet swirled in on me with increasing intensity, my body and mind both trapped in agony I couldn’t escape from, I burst into tears of shame and ecstasy and let the pleasure and pain wash over me.