Need their touch

Need their touch
There was a long silence, the only sound present was the footsteps heard circling me, again and again, until they stopped. And then there was true silence, silence so quiet I could hear my own shivering as the chains gave it away. The faint metallic clink echoed louder than thunder in my ears, my heart pounding violently against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Every inhale was shallow, every exhale trembling with dread and anticipation.

Smack.

I felt a sharp pain right on my ass followed by an unbearable sting, leaving me whimpering in pain. It wasn’t just a smack—it was fire licking across my skin, searing through muscle and nerve. I tried to find a more comfortable position but there was none. My knees ached from the stone floor, my arms numb from the position they were forced into.

"One."

Smack.

"Two." I cried out, struggling to get away but it was no use. My muscles screamed, my mind shrieked, but my body stayed rooted in helplessness, every attempt to flee met with the cold indifference of my restraints.

Smack.

And it went on until he got to ten, and by that time I knew I wouldn't be able to sit for a week. My ass hurt like hell and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I definitely will not be making the same mistakes as I did. Shame burned in my chest hotter than the pain itself, twisting deep inside my gut. "Have you learned your lesson?" His tone was softer than before but still loud and clear. I nodded my head repeatedly, causing the tears that somehow made it past the blindfold fall rapidly to the ground. I flinched when I felt his hand graze over my ass, letting out a soft whimper in pain, but the whimper quickly went away when I felt a cooling sensation on the area. After around a minute the pain was no longer there and it felt normal down there. Did he heal me?

"You could have gotten badly injured or taken away if you made it out of these walls. Any rogue would kill to be inside someone vulnerable like you, especially an omega regardless of gender. And I have no doubt that it won't happen again, well, mainly because we will be your legs." And my question was then answered. Them being my legs would only mean that I lost my privilege to be able to use mine. The weight of his words sank in heavy and thick, like chains made of iron wrapping around my legs and heart. "Until you learn to behave and submit to us, the use of your legs won't be needed." As he talked, I carefully listened this time making sure I didn't miss anything I needed to know. I wanted to talk but couldn't due to the gag being in the way, and I could tell he noticed because I felt his hand slowly slide up my body and over my chin, pulling my head back. He was still behind me and the tingling sensation from every place he touched me drove me insane. My skin burned where his fingers passed, a strange blend of fear and desire crawling beneath my flesh. I wanted more, and without realizing it I started to grow hard. I only noticed when I heard a chuckle from him.

His hand that was lifting my chin up slowly began undoing the muzzle on my face, which immediately fell to the ground once it was undone, now leaving me with just the ball gag in my mouth. I could feel my drool sliding down my face and dripping on my chest. My nipple soon grew hard from the sudden impact. The pain on my heels had gone away not too long ago, as if he numbed it. I felt chills go down my spine as soon as his lips hit my right ear. "It pains me to discipline you, but I'd rather you be safe and hurt with me rather than hurt with someone else." My body shivered against his and I wanted to get away but I couldn't. I was caged by both restraint and confusion, trapped in this strange space where punishment and protection blurred. His hand began trailing down my sides, and rested right on my hard cock. My arms that were raised behind my back were now resting on his shoulder leaving me unable to defend myself if needed.

Squelch.

All the pride and dominance that I still had left in me flew right out the window as soon as his hand wrapped around my hardness and began stroking me at a steady pace. My head jerked back into his chest and my back arched the best it could. His rough hand stroked me while I felt the other slowly find its way to my healed ass, then down to my hole. My body jerked away from his hand, which only made the one around my cock get tighter, demanding submission. I felt him speeding up and it slowly drove me close to insanity. My thoughts were a blur, heat fogging every inch of my mind. His other hand grazed over my hole, and I moaned when his finger entered inside, slowly making its way deeper into me. It went like this for at least another minute before I heard the door slowly creak open, and Winston’s scent quickly filled my nostrils. I found myself whimpering for him, which I thought would piss me off but for some reason it didn't. I craved for his touch in this very moment. I didn't know why I suddenly felt this way but I didn't care. I wanted it.

No, I needed my mates' touches.