Page 7 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

CHAPTER FOUR

Keiran

I ’d had a hunch right from the start that Darby’s heat, even if it was an induced heat, would have a stronger than usual effect on me. Heck, Darby had had a stronger than usual effect on me from the moment he’d first been dragged out onto the stage and his hood removed.

I’d been right.

“Aw, yes!” I gasped, thrusting into his throat as Darby’s first heat wave washed over him.

It felt so good. Really, there weren’t words to describe it.

Pleasure, of course, but something raw and instinctive that made every strand of my alpha DNA vibrate.

Darby’s mouth was warm and wet around my thick cock, and the friction of his lips, tongue and throat sparked so much bliss that it spread through my entire body like electricity.

I couldn’t help but blast into a powerful orgasm, shooting cum into his swallowing throat like I had an endless supply of it in my balls. The fact that I had Darby totally restrained and completely helpless as I used him made it even sweeter.

Of course, I wouldn’t have been a good, sadistic Dom if I didn’t save the last bit of my spend to paint his face and gaping mouth as I pulled out to observe my handiwork.

It was a testament to how powerful Heat Lightning pills were that as I took a step back to drink in the sight of Darby, he moaned and strained in his bonds, his face contorted with the desperate need for more.

I stood there, palming my cock, which was already heading up again for a second round, while just watching Darby.

His beautiful, svelte, omega body was contorted in a forced position that was both uncomfortable and deeply sexual.

He strained and tightened against the bed’s restraints, his body flushed and sweating with heat need.

When I shifted slightly to the side, I could see slick dripping from his hole, sliding to the floor below him in a viscous stream. He’d come while sucking my cock, too, his thin, omega spend, painting the leather side of the bed. His cock was still hard and his balls still tight.

“Omega slut,” I panted, wiping a hand across my mouth as my tongue itched to drink his slick. “Look at you, bound and spread open like a whore, your face covered with my seed, loving every second of it.”

Darby made a sound of…grief?

I blinked and rocked back to look at his face again. It was contorted with misery. Tears had made lines through the drying cum I’d left on his cheeks from earlier. He fought to catch his breath and sobbed as he wriggled in his tight bonds.

My body, brain, and heart were torn in about twelve different directions.

I didn’t know Darby any better than the other omegas I’d played with, but a sort of sixth sense was throwing yellow flags at me.

Something wasn’t right with my omega fantasy- mate, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

It might even have been my imagination. Darby was an experienced player, and he might just have been so deep in the fantasy that his emotions were real.

All the same, I did the responsible thing and quickly asked, “Do you want to stop?”

“No! No!” Darby wept immediately. “Fuck me, sir, please! Fuck me hard! Punish me!”

It wasn’t exactly the encouraging green light I wanted. It was a green light, though, and since I’d already pushed Darby into heat, I had to do the responsible thing and take him the rest of the way through it.

“You’re making a mess, boy,” I growled, slipping back into character as I walked around to stand behind Darby’s wide-open legs. “Look at this slop.”

I dragged a hand up over his gaping, twitching hole, gathering slick on my fingers like it was soap from a dispenser. I soaked my other hand as well, then spread slick over Darby’s bright-red, welted asscheeks.

Darby gasped and cried out, especially when I slapped one cheek.

I didn’t know what it was, but Darby had the finest, roundest ass of any omega I’d ever seen.

I loved it. So much that I adjusted the bed up as far as it would go so I wouldn’t have to bend over far to drag my tongue across the slicky mess to taste it.

I could worship and punish and mark that ass all day long and never get bored of it.

“They were right to call you juicy,” I purred as I pushed two fingers into him, working them vigorously to give him enough of a taste of pleasure to drive him wild and to send slick gushing from his hole.

When he was dripping like a faucet, I slammed my mouth into him, pulling his cheeks apart with my hands and using my tongue to slurp and plunge into him. He tasted so good that I wished my tongue could grow as long as my cock so I could violate him all the way to his womb and drink him in.

Instead, I hummed as I teased his rim and licked down to his balls and back.

“Mmm, I should keep you open and horny like this all the time so I can snack on your omega pussy,” I purred before going back for more.

Darby sobbed and howled in response, his body straining against the constricting bonds of the chair. He sounded hauntingly wretched, like I was whipping him instead of giving him pleasure, but he had also started to come like he was the alpha and needed to empty the seed from his body.

“Did I say you could come, omega?” I demanded, straightening and plunging three fingers into his pink and messy hole.

Darby cried out before gasping, “No, sir! Fuck me, sir! Please! Oh, God, please!”

That was the Heat Lightning talking.

I didn’t doubt that he wanted it, that he needed it. Heat meant that every cell of his body was focused on the single goal of opening his womb and getting enough alpha seed in there to conceive. Some omegas went mad if they weren’t fucked by an alpha during heat, the urge was so powerful.

My instincts were still pinging all over the place, telling me that something else was going on, though. It drove me batty that I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

“Do you want my fat, alpha knot, boy?” I demanded, still working my fingers in him. My fingers would feel amazing to him, but also painful; good, but not good enough. “Do you want me to force your womb open and fill you with my babies?”

“Yes, yes,” Darby wept, his body alternately going limp in surrender and tight with need.

“Hmm. Maybe,” I said, like I didn’t want to be balls deep in him and to knot his ass hard. I pulled my hand out and said, “Maybe I should milk you first.”

He wailed at the loss of contact between us, then gasped and shuddered when I grabbed his hard cock with my slick-messy hand and started pumping.

Omegas could come almost indefinitely during a heat wave, though they ran out of fluid in their balls quickly. They didn’t produce sperm, just fluid, and even that was an evolutionary throw-back, like an appendix.

Darby started coming immediately, moaning and twitching with pleasure that his restraints wouldn’t let him enjoy fully.

I stroked myself with my other hand, letting the power of controlling what Darby’s body felt wash over me, and knowing the constant, increasingly dry orgasm would feel almost too good.

Darby’s moans of pleasure quickly turned to groans of discomfort, but I kept going until those sounds bordered on screams of pain as his cock and balls continued to twitch.

I kept at it until Darby was jerking and bucking in his bonds, his hole spasming and sending slick pouring to the floor.

My balls distended to the point of pain as my body rushed to manufacture enough seed to impregnate him a dozen times over.

When I couldn’t stand the now painful urge to mate, I cranked the bed down until Darby’s hole was at the level of my hips.

Without waiting a second more than I needed to, I shoved into him, groaning with relief and rocking harder and harder until his hot, sweet body had enveloped my cock completely.

I couldn’t even form words as I leaned forward slightly and grabbed points on Darby’s tightly restrained body for purchase so I could punch deeper and deeper into him.

The ultra-sensitive tip of my cock pounded against the tight mouth of his womb like I could force my way in, which sent reverberations of intense pleasure all the way down my shaft, into my balls, and up my spine.

“No! No!” Darby sobbed as the base of my cock started to tingle in anticipation of my knot swelling. “Hurt me! Punish me! I deserve it. I deserve pain, not this.”

Those yellow flags waving in me turned bright red, but the awareness of Darby’s fragile state was swiftly overridden as my knot swelled as my orgasm started.

God, it felt so good to knot an omega in heat!

I thrust so hard as what felt like gallons of cum spilled out of my balls that the breeding bed shook and rattled with my force.

Darby cried out wordlessly with pleasure as I groaned each blast that shot against the mouth of his womb and filled his insides to the point of distending his belly a bit.

My knot barely let any fluid escape, so the pressure Darby must have been feeling would have only enhanced his pleasure.

The orgasm was so strong that as it ended, I sagged over him, letting Darby’s body and the breeding bed take my weight for a moment as I caught my breath.

I was so much bigger than Darby that my broad, sweaty, alpha body encompassed him completely.

I’d given everything to that orgasm, but my hips still thrust and twitched a few times as we lay there, knotted and panting.

It was amazing in every way and all the reasons I loved playing out fantasies through the Dark Fantasies Club. I’d been ferocious, letting my primal alpha loose to brutally mate my captive omega. You couldn’t beat the ecstasy of letting those primal parts of yourself out to play now and then.

Half a minute later, I began to question whether it had been as good for Darby as it’d been for me.

My knot was still tight inside him. Usually, omegas felt soothed and euphoric when an alpha had them knotted, even if they didn’t particularly like the alpha. I’d never been with an omega who didn’t purr and preen and have aftershock orgasms while we were knotted.

Darby was weeping. And not the good kind, because he’d been so well satisfied. He was genuinely weeping. His listless body was limp, not with bliss, but with what felt more like abject defeat.

If that wasn’t bad enough, he quietly moaned, “They all could have died.”

My eyes popped wide, and the sweet high of orgasm quickly faded, despite still being knotted and joined tightly with Darby. That presented me with a huge problem.

Something wasn’t right with Darby. His comment, which I wasn’t sure he’d heard himself make, clearly wasn’t about the fantasy.

But the hard and fast rules of the Dark Fantasies Club were that you could not bring real life into a fantasy unless both parties agreed to it.

You couldn’t ask your fantasy partner about their real identity or the problems facing them in their lives.

I’d never been interested in the lives or identities of the omegas I’d played with before. Outside of the characters we’d created for ourselves to play with, they were, essentially, anonymous sex encounters. Everyone agreed to that, and everyone liked it that way.

I felt the visceral need to know more about what had Darby weeping so hard.

The teacher in me, the coach who looked after the mental health and welfare of his students and players, flared to life, wanting to know what he could do to help.

But how did you help when you were forbidden from learning the first thing about your fantasy partner?

I started with the parameters of the fantasy.

“Did you like that, boy?” I asked, thrusting a bit in Darby to move my knot over his prostate. “Did you like being bred by your owner?”

As expected, Darby shuddered with an aftershock orgasm, his body tensing, then going hopelessly limp. “Yes, sir,” he panted listlessly.

“Are you a wretched thing that deserves to be used as a dump for alpha seed?” I growled close to his ear.

“Yes, sir,” he moaned, dark with emotion.

I needed more.

“What do you deserve, boy?” I demanded, leaning into him so he would feel even more constrained and skewered. “Tell me!”

“I deserve to be punished,” he gasped, his body twitching under me. “I deserve pain, humiliation.”

I sucked in a breath, easing up the intensity of my possession of his body and breathing in his berry scent as I did.

I was getting a better idea of what I was dealing with.

Being physically joined with Darby while he was in heat had the advantage of opening a tiny conduit for me to feel what he was feeling, and what I was getting from him was dark, guilty.

Right. I’d felt this sort of thing, in the vaguest terms, from high school kids who had flubbed a play and lost an important game.

They felt like they’d let the entire team down, like they were worthless and should be cut because they were a liability.

I’d never once cut a player for making one mistake, though.

Or even several mistakes. The players who failed were the ones who deserved more attention.

They were the ones who needed the support of their coach more than ever.

If that’s what I was dealing with, I would need to shift tactics with Darby. Not all the way, of course. This wasn’t a high school soccer game, this was a dark fantasy. Darby had agreed to test the omega auction concept because he wanted to have dirty, kinky sex with an anonymous alpha Dom.

Well, there was more than one way to feed a sub’s need for humiliation and lowliness.

There was definitely more than one way to share a fix for deviant sex with someone while getting them to a better place mentally.

But to do that, I needed to say goodbye to the sadistic playboy and hello to the nurturing praise Dom, whether Darby was ready for it or not.