Page 47 of Dark Company

The area that’s causing her so much pain is still there, but now that I’m no longer spanking her, it’s as if she’s able to wall off again and rid the bond of the incessant irritation. I leave it alone in favor of finding out more information. Karis doesn’t even seem to realize the amount of pleasure she’s deriving from this.

It’s as if her own mind doesn’t even understand. The few words I can catch in her brain attest to this. She’s just as shocked as I am. My lips curl up into a smile as I stare down at my omega. It’s nice to know that we’re both off kilter because of this, and it’s not just me for once.

Underneath the sobs is a soft moan, almost imperceptible, but I can hear it. I can hear the longing beneath the pain. I know I said I wouldn’t get her off again, and I still won’t, but her body is like a siren’s call that I cannot resist. Ripping out the pillows and blankets from between her legs, I slide into the gap before she can even process what’s happening.

Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I yank Karis backwards until she’s sitting on my face, covering my lips and nose with her decadent, honeyed scent. Groaning, I pull her even closer, wishing to be infused into her body. I drag my tongue from her tight opening up to that bundle of nerves that gives her so much pleasure.

The moment the flat of my tongue touches it, her body writhes and bucks against me as moans pour from her lips. It’s as if her actions against me from earlier are forgotten, as if the pleasure I’m bringing her overrides her need to be angry.

But I can’t reward her actions. As much as I want to indulge her and give her the world, I can’t. I have to teach this spoiled princess a lesson that no one else has ever taught her. It hurts. Every fiber of my being revolts at the idea, but like it or not, I’m her guardian now, her keeper. And Karis is just so fucking young.

She has so much life ahead of her, so much potential, but she’s wasting it with these stupid, childish tantrums. And that’s when it truly hits me. As her Alpha, I’m solely in charge of her. She’s mine completely, whether or not she accepts me. The bond is the tangible oath that she will always belong to me. She is mine to keep, mine to control, mine to love, and mine to discipline.

Her future depends on me. Perhaps if I had been granted an omega from the High Sanctum, I wouldn’t have to teach her as much, but I didn’t. I got her. And it’s high time I start to take my duties seriously. Growing up as a beta, she has no concept of how to act as an omega. She has no idea.

In fact, that’s probably the cause of some of her frustration. I keep demanding things of her she doesn’t understand. They should come naturally to her as an omega, but her entire existence has been a lie. Not only was she genetically repressed, but mentally and emotionally as well.

She was never given the chance to learn that it’s okay to be an omega. She doesn’t have to fight the instincts that war within her. I feel her need to submit, but it feels locked behind a cage of rage. Once I can find out what’s keeping that part of her trapped, she’ll be much happier in her role as my omega.

But, until that time, it is my duty to teach her all the things she’s been denied, and I’d be lying if I said my balls didn’t clench at the thought of being her tutor.

I swipe my tongue against her a few more times, giving her that jolt of pleasure she so craves before tipping her forward enough for my tongue to delve into her hot entrance. Groaning, I place my lips around her hole and suck, dragging her slick into my mouth.

Just the taste alone nourishes me. It bolsters my resolve to force this little omega into her rightful place. We will both be happier once that balance is finally struck. Karis squirms on top of me, no doubt trying to ease her body back down so that I can show that little bundle more attention.

That will not happen. Reaching up, I smack my hand across her ass, reigniting the pain from earlier. I hope it will remind her I’m in charge and settle her, but it doesn’t. Slick pours into my mouth, a testament to how much this is turning her on.

Growling against her heated flesh, I slide my tongue deep inside and use it to fuck her. It’s not going to be enough, but it will continue to stoke the inferno raging inside, once more showing Karis who owns her body. Bringing both hands up, I squeeze her ass, feeling her groan reverberate down the length of her body.

She’s clearly no longer in heat. The clarity of her words and actions proves it to me. Perhaps her next one will be longer, allowing us to bond on a more fundamental level than these few precious days. Her slick is not quite as copious as when she was in heat, so I know it’s what I’m doing that’s causing her to cry out in desperate need.

Pushing her forward even more, I slide out and position myself behind her, letting the tip of my cock brush against her lower lips. Karis rocks back as if to impale herself. Greedy, little minx.

I pull back out of reach and stifle the chuckle that bubbles up as she chases after it, as if she were in heat. Easing over her, I place my palm on the back of her neck and hold her down, keeping her still for what I’m about to do. Though she doesn’t have the exact same anatomy or pleasure systems, I do wonder how much we are alike.

When being milked, my orgasm was forced from me through anal stimulation. Though the machine did, in fact, use suction, it was more for collecting my semen and not for pleasure. I wonder if she has the same gland. If so, I have no problem giving her a release that does nothing more than make her want me even more.

She will be filled, but not where she desires it most. A smirk crosses my lips as I wedge my knees in between hers and spread my legs open, forcing hers to part. Dragging my fingers through her lower lips, I gather the slick onto my fingers and reach just a bit further to brush against her apex. The moans that leave her body go straight to my cock.

Once I’m done with her, I’ll need her to suck me off. Just me hitting that spot inside her with my knot will give her the orgasm she craves, and I’m not about to give in. She purposefully marked me, intending to gain control over me, but she will soon realize that it doesn’t work that way. I will always be the one in charge where she’s concerned.

Easing my fingers up along her crack, I slide my fingertips over her bottom hole and shudder at the sensation of this virginal entrance as it contracts against my fingers. I ease the slick onto the hole and graze it with my fingernail, nearly coming as she jerks away.

“Am I hurting you, omega?”

She doesn’t respond. Pulling back, I smack her ass once more, but that doesn’t make her talk. Instead, that flare of irritation bows up her spine and crackles in the air. Why won’t she just talk to me?

I’m soon reaching my breaking point. I feel as if I’m a patient man, but Karis is proving to be the exception to that. But that’s fine. If she doesn’t want to talk, I won’t make her. I’ll just torture her body in delicious ways and listen to the bond. No matter what, the bond will never lie. It will give her away in ways she’ll probably detest. But, unless she figures out how to shield herself, she’ll have no way of keeping her secrets.

I slide the hand that’s on her neck up to her hair and grab hold, ignoring the pleas and slaps of her fingers against my hands as I lift her up. It hurts me deep inside, but I have no other way to deal with her. Pain by itself seems to turn her on and not chastise her as I intend for it to. I don’t want to be mean. I don’t want to be cruel, but it seems like the only way I can get any response from her.

I never wanted my omega to be my enemy. I only ever wanted us to be a united front, a force that no one could shake. Tears gather in my eyes as I pull her over to the pillar in the middle of the tent and force her down to her knees.

It’s just as I feared—I could never own an omega without hurting her. Those moments while she was in heat were a fluke, and it pains me to think that I’ll only be able to enjoy these moments with her during that time.

Perhaps if she has a baby she’ll calm down? The theory isn’t unheard of, but it also terrifies me to force that choice on her when her body is still dealing with coming off of the suppressants. However, the thought burrows into my brain and doesn’t want to let go.

Images of Karis round with my child, her eyes shining up at me full of love, of little ones toddling around our feet as we settle in for the night. It’s a beautiful thought, and one I never let myself have before. Though, if I’m being honest, the High Echelon was using my cum for something. Maybe I’m already a father and just don’t know it.