Page 8 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

“Should we take a picture of you like this and send it home to Daddy?” I asked, shifting so I could shove my slick-covered hand in Lucien’s face. “How do you think Daddy will react to see his sweet little boy gagging for my cock?”

“No! Don’t tell him. I…I’m not here willingly,” Lucien panted, right back in character as much as I was.

“I think he needs to see this,” I said, leaving the paddle on the chaise near his face and stepping around to head to the bedroom. “I think he needs to see all of this,” I called over my shoulder.

I yanked off my clothes in record time and left them on the floor. Maybe I could get Lucien to pick them up later as part of the scene. I grabbed the bottle of spermicide and the box of condoms from the bureau, but I also fetched my phone before bringing everything back into the main room.

Lucien pretended to struggle in his binds but went still as soon as I set the spermicide and condoms on the table where he could see them. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked, in tears again.

I’d never thought I was the kind of Dom who got off on tears, but Lucien’s did things to me. That or maybe it was the way his eyes snapped hungrily to my thick erection.

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” I sneered.

“I’ve got the only son of my biggest rival spread and gaping for me in heat.

” I leaned close to him, grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his head up, and finished with, “I’m gonna force my baby into that ripe womb of yours, whether you want it or not. ”

Lucien gulped and moaned, the pupils of his glassy eyes turning huge. So the forced breeding scenario was going to do it for him, eh?

A beat too late, he sobbed and started to struggle. “No! I don’t want your baby. My father would kill me. No!”

“You don’t have any choice in the matter, boy,” I said, reaching for my cell phone.

“You’re gonna open that whore womb of yours and let me fill it with cum.

” I tapped on my phone, opening the phone app and switching it to video, then tapping to reverse the screen so we could watch as everything was filmed.

“Every time you make it through a heat wave without conceiving, you’ll be punished.

” I propped the phone up on the other, curving side of the chaise.

“P-punished?” Lucien asked, his lithe body quivering as I moved back and reached for the box of condoms.

“Harshly,” I said, pointing to the table with my toys.

Lucien saw them and moaned. He might have been trying to sound terrified, but I knew what a pain-slut sounded like when I heard one.

“If you want that pretty skin of yours to stay porcelain-fine, you’d better open up that womb of yours and invite me in.”

It was a dumb thing to say. Omegas didn’t have control over whether their tight and finicky wombs opened to accept an alpha’s seed.

Granted, the more compatible an alpha and omega couple were, the more likely it was to happen.

And it was possible for omegas to get pregnant without the opening to their womb dilating wide enough to let the tip of an alpha cock inside.

But it was more fun to play around with the idea that Lucien would be punished for deliberately not getting pregnant.

“Please, I can’t…I can’t….” Lucien wriggled in pretend panic.

He stopped moving with a jolt as I positioned myself behind him and smacked his already sore ass hard.

I liked the way his skin turned even redder and the way his whole body quivered with the pain, so I slapped him again.

The volume of slick sliding from his hole and dripping to the floor seemed to double.

I needed to get the condom on immediately and the spermicide bottle open or we were likely to have a real pregnancy accident.

“Yeah, you want it,” I said, ripping the corner of the condom box in my haste to get into it. “You can lie to me with your mouth all you want, but your hole is a hungry little slut.”

I ripped into a packet and slid the heat condom on so fast that for a second I was worried I would break it.

The thing stayed intact, mercifully, and the cap on the spermicide bottle flipped open easily.

I nearly fumbled that as well as I squirted some into Lucien’s hole, causing him to flinch at the cool feeling, then tossed it aside.

It was a crying shame that I had to be sheathed for this. The spermicide was the best on the market, usually only available to the Emergency Heat Support alphas from Bangers & Mash, and nearly foolproof, but “nearly” wasn’t responsible enough in a situation like this.

“Mine,” I growled, positioning myself behind Lucien, deliberately spreading his sore, red cheeks in the most humiliating way possible, then pushing into him.

Lucien let out a loud cry that was followed by shorter, guttural cries in time to my thrusts.

I’d done a great job of positioning my phone.

It captured everything as I pounded into Lucien.

The angle made me look powerful and large behind him as I gave him everything I had, but it was the look of glazed ecstasy on Lucien’s face, eyes rolled back in his head, mouth open with drool spilling over his red lips, that caught my attention.

If I really did have plans to make an illicit video to send to a rival mob boss showing me fucking his son’s brains out, that would have been the perfect one.

I was almost sad I hadn’t actually hit record so that I could watch the whole thing later and jack off to it.

Lucien would have made even the most popular porn actors blush with his sensual abandon.

It was so good that I completely overdid it with the force of my thrusts.

I pounded into the side of the chaise hard enough to knock my phone clear off the side.

At that point, I didn’t care. The orgasm that swelled up and swallowed me was so powerful that even with the condom, I felt like I was touching heaven.

My knot swelled, locking me and Lucien together, and I bent over him, pumping hard as what felt like a gallon of cum spilled into the condom.

Those suckers were designed to hold back a tsunami so I knew my little swimmers weren’t going anywhere, but damn, I wished they’d fill Lucien’s womb and take hold.

As soon as my orgasm wrung itself out, I collapsed over Lucien, covering his body like a huge, sweaty blanket.

I was too overcome at first to worry that I might be suffocating him with my weight, but as soon as I was aware enough to consider that, I felt the string of squeezing shudders that passed through Lucien’s body in time to his grunts and moans of pleasure.

Omega bodies tended to go a little crazy with orgasms during heat.

It was Nature’s way of encouraging them to get pregnant.

When they had an alpha knotted in them those orgasms grew even more intense, but I’d never felt anything like the intensity of Lucien’s orgasms. They made his scent so strong I wanted to lick him like he really was an ice cream cone.

We’d barely finished the first wave, and already I wanted him again.

“What do you think Daddy is going to say about that?” I panted against his ear.

I stroked his side, not to be tender, but because I knew it would cause aftershock orgasms. Sure enough, Lucien’s body jolted again and again as refracted pleasure tore through him over and over.

He sobbed like each burst of pleasure had been forced out of him, but instinct told me an entirely different story. Lucien was in sex heaven.

When my knot finally deflated, I pulled gingerly out of Lucien’s warm, enveloping hole.

It felt like leaving the one place where I knew I belonged.

The condom was so full it made me laugh, and it was borderline embarrassing to take it off, tie the end, and walk it to the trashcan in the corner of the room to dispose of it.

Lucien was still catching his breath when I returned to the chaise.

“Did you accept my seed?” I asked harshly, though the question felt a little ridiculous.

Lucien froze, then squeezed his eyes shut like doom was coming for him. “No,” he moaned.

I grinned and reached for the clips of his wrist restraints, freeing those, then grabbed a handful of his hair so I could pretend to wrench him into a standing position when really, I carefully helped him to his unsteady feet.

“You know what that means,” I told him, heart beating faster in anticipation of the next phase of our scene.

“I…I can’t control that,” he gasped in a panic as I bent to unclasp his ankle restraints. “I can’t just be pregnant.”

I straightened and closed my hand around his throat, like I had earlier. “Then you’re just going to be punished,” I said, mimicking his tone.

Lucien groaned, but again, I could see the spark of desire in his eyes as I pulled him over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

I made a mental note to send whoever had matched me and Lucien a bottle of wine or something. They’d hit one out of the park by pairing us. I was loving every second of this play, and we’d only just gotten started.