"Nine," he continues with unwavering focus despite my obvious response and mounting reaction.

The rhythm proves relentless yet controlled—systematic application of pressure and technique that builds pleasure with mathematical precision.

Hard strokes that stretch internal muscles beyond comfortable parameters while fast tempo prevents adaptation or tolerance. Each movement creates friction that amplifies previous sensation while establishing foundation for continuing stimulation.

"Fuck," I curse as pleasure builds beyond expected parameters despite skepticism regarding timeline and possibility.

"Eight," Sable announces while his fingers find angle that targets specific nerve cluster with devastating accuracy.

The sensation explodes through my system with intensity that makes coherent thought impossible.

Internal muscles clench around invading digits with involuntary response that speaks to mounting pleasure and stimulation. Responsiveness creating feedback loop between physical sensation and arousal that operates beyond conscious control.

"Seven," he continues with judicial precision that maintains temporal framework despite my obvious escalation and response.

His technique proves superior to anything theoretical education might have suggested possible.

Fingers curling with precise pressure against internal structures that my own exploration never adequately accessed despite anatomy and familiarity. Each stroke creates sensation that builds upon previous stimulation while maintaining progression toward inevitable conclusion.

"This isn't possible," I gasp through mounting pressure that threatens to overwhelm control and conditioning.

Yet evidence suggests otherwise as pleasure coils in my abdomen with mathematical inevitability.

"Six," Sable announces with satisfaction that acknowledges my obvious progression despite continued skepticism and tactical resistance.

His fingers maintain relentless rhythm while his thumb finds my clit with surgical precision.

The dual stimulation creates complexity that transcends simple mechanical friction to encompass comprehensive nerve engagement and pleasure delivery. Sensitivity making every contact point approach overwhelming despite previous climax and adaptation.

"Oh god, oh god," I moan as sensation threatens to fragment conscious awareness into discrete moments of overwhelming pleasure and breakdown.

"Five," he continues with unwavering focus despite my obvious distress and mounting response.

The atmospheric signature has intensified beyond previous parameters.

My scent fills the secure sanctuary with complexity that speaks to mounting arousal and preparation for release. Cardamom and cinnamon now carry notes that announce approaching climax with unmistakable clarity that transcends verbal communication.

Alpha senses will detect every nuance of my current state despite attempts to maintain tactical composure.

"Four," Sable announces while his technique shifts with clinical precision that targets previously unstimulated nerve clusters and pressure points.

The change in angle and pressure creates sensation that proves almost impossible to process through conscious awareness.

Internal muscles contracting with involuntary response while biology prepares for comprehensive release and satisfaction that operates beyond previous experience or theoretical knowledge.

Something builds within my core that transcends previous orgasmic experiences.

Pressure is accumulating with force that speaks to anatomy and capability rather than normal response or designation function. The sensation carries an unfamiliar intensity that suggests an approaching phenomenon beyond simple climactic release.

"Three," he announces with clinical precision while his fingers reach depths that trigger responses I didn't know existed.

The pressure builds beyond sustainable parameters as systems prepare for something that transcends previous experience.

"I can't—" I begin, but the words dissolve into incoherent vocalization as pleasure overwhelms linguistic capability and communication.

My body begins trembling with intensity that speaks to an approaching phenomenon rather than a simple climactic response.

Everything coils tighter—muscles, nerves, pressure that demands release through proper technique and continued stimulation. Sable's expertise triggers responses that theoretical education never adequately addressed.

The scream that tears from my throat carries notes of absolute ecstasy and shock.

Not a simple orgasmic release but a comprehensive phenomenon that involves muscles and responses I didn't know existed within anatomy. Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending with devastating intensity while something unprecedented happens within my core.

Liquid gushes from my pussy with force that defies previous experience.

Not simple lubrication or slick production, but ejaculation that soaks the bedding beneath us with clear evidence of unprecedented arousal and capability. The sensation proves overwhelming yet somehow incomplete—satisfaction that demands continuation rather than conclusion.

The fluid continues flowing with intensity that speaks to anatomy and capability beyond normal human parameters.

Each pulse sends fresh waves of pleasure through systems already overwhelmed by comprehensive stimulation and judicial technique.

Through the haze of overwhelming sensation, I register Riot's response to the unprecedented display.

His knuckles show white from gripping the chair with force that speaks to barely controlled restraint and mounting desperation.

Yet his discipline holds despite obvious physical distress and pressure.

Following Sable's instructions despite my Omega sensations imperative screaming for immediate action and tactical engagement. Professional restraint applied to intimate dynamics despite comprehensive provocation and atmospheric stimulation.

My entire body trembles with aftershocks that prove more intense than the initial climax.

Each wave sends fresh sensation cascading through systems with force that renders coherent thought impossible despite analytical training and conditioning. Breathing comes in ragged gasps that speak to cardiovascular stress and overwhelm.

I feel completely spent yet somehow more aroused than before the demonstration.

Recovery already beginning restoration while the arousal signature intensifies rather than diminishes. The satisfaction proves comprehensive yet incomplete—recognition that this represents an introduction rather than a conclusion to education.

Sable's arms tighten around my trembling form with judicial precision that provides support and security while I process unprecedented experience and capability demonstration.

"Good job, our sweet Jinx," he murmurs with satisfaction that transcends simple praise to encompass genuine appreciation for compliance and cooperation. "Putting on such a beautiful show for your Alphas."

His breath creates warmth against sensitive skin while his words send contentment through systems still processing overwhelming sensation and response.

Pride mingles with exhaustion as understanding crystallizes regarding the systematic nature of his instruction and judicial approach to intimate education. Not a simple pleasure delivery but a comprehensive demonstration of capability and potential.

He leans closer with movements that suggest private communication rather than general observation.

His lips brush against my ear with contact that sends fresh shivers racing through systems already hypersensitive from unprecedented stimulation and arousal.

"You lost the bet though," he whispers with satisfaction that acknowledges successful demonstration while recognizing established consequences and accountability.

The reminder of our wager sends a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through my system.

I turn my head to meet his silver eyes, finding them dark with satisfaction and something approaching hunger that makes my pulse quicken despite my recent climax.

His judicial composure remains intact, yet underneath burns an intensity that speaks to carefully controlled desire finally finding expression.

"Do I... do I have to uphold my promise?" I ask with breathless uncertainty, though part of me already knows his answer.

The question emerges more from nervousness than genuine reluctance.

The mental image of taking his impressive length completely—feeling him stretch my throat beyond comfortable parameters while demonstrating the submission he's orchestrated—creates arousal that transcends rational consideration.

"Yes," he responds with judicial finality that brookers no argument or negotiation. "Because I know you will do it if it means pleasing your Alphas, yes?"

His certainty regarding my compliance sends warmth through my chest that has nothing to do with arousal.

Recognition of my nature, my desire to satisfy and serve those I've chosen, creates validation that transcends simple sexual conquest. He sees past tactical facades to understand fundamental truths about what drives my actions and responses.

"But I'm going to add a little punishment," he continues with predatory satisfaction that suggests additional complexity beyond simple oral compliance. "Without you getting to see."

The promise of sensory deprivation sends fresh excitement racing through nerve endings still hypersensitive from recent stimulation.

Something about surrendering visual control to his guidance appeals to the same exhibitionist tendencies that made his observation so intoxicating. Trust manifested through vulnerability, connection deepened through willing helplessness.

My lower lip pushes out in an automatic pout despite the obvious arousal building at his proposed addition. The expression emerges without conscious direction—childish rebellion against terms already accepted, theatrical resistance that masks genuine anticipation.