Chapter 187

He made her walk there, naked.

She tiptoed along the hall, looking nervous and embarrassed and he watched her beautiful silhouette in the light of the halls. Her small waist, her round backside—her breasts, which she timidly covered with her hands. He hated that he was so aroused by her, but it was…cute in a way. How she tiptoed and hurried toward his room.

How did she know about it to begin with? That room—he’d never shown it to anyone who wasn’t a one-night-stand or Clover. But somehow, this Omega knew. The raging beast inside of him was lurching for her. Who cares? It said. Just fuck her.

And badly, Asher wanted to.

She passed the elevator in a mad dash for the stairs, but Asher snatched her by the wrist before she could go too far. “No, no.” He said. “Get in.”

She flushed. Because the chances of someone using the elevator were much higher than the chances of someone taking the stairs. She was far more likely to run into one of the others, and certainly they would hear the elevator moving, regardless. But the moment he was sealed in that small box with her, Asher regretted it. It felt like he was going to burst.

How? He had just fucked Clover.

But, he supposed that wasn’t anything special. He was too full of thoughts back then for a proper release. Now he was trapped in an elevator with a naked Omega, and the way she was shamefully trying to hide her body was just turning him on more. He wanted so badly to touch her, but the elevator ride wasn’t long enough for that. So he turned her by the hips instead, pressing up against her backside.

Cecilia gasped, squished against the elevator walls. Warm breath clouded the reflective metal as Asher felt her body—how it pressed against him, how it fit in his curves. “What the hell are you?” he whispered in her ear. The Omega didn’t answer. Asher leaned into her neck, taking in her scent, brushing his lips against the soft skin. “I’m going to make you hurt. You may want to drop it with the love shit.”

She shook her head slightly, her nervous breath palpable in his ears. “I won’t.”

He opened his mouth and kissed the skin—one slow, hot kiss before he sunk his teeth into her. Cecilia let out a sudden whimper, reaching back to clasp his hair—but the elevator hadn’t stopped, so neither would Asher. He found her breasts, pressed against the elevator wall, and squeezed one hard in his clutches. It was soft—much softer than Clover’s fake breasts. But still round and thick, sinking between his fingers as he squeezed. She made a sound—a sound that indicated she was sensitive in her breasts. That he could have some fun with them once they reached his room.

The elevator came to a stop and he released, stepping out casually as the Omega followed after him. Still, no one had awoken. All the lights were off, the mansion quiet, and it late in the evening. No one would wake up until dawn.

He wanted only to reach that precious room, where the walls were padded and sound-proofed. Where all his precious toys and devices laid about, waiting to be used. Waiting to abuse.

They stepped inside and Asher shut the door behind him, twisting the lock might anyone come looking for them.

It was like his body had become engulfed in fire. Almost immediately, the Omega dropped to her knees. She pulled at his slacks, and Asher took her roughly by the hair. “What do you think you’re doing?”

She looked up at him, that glimmer of lust in her eyes. “I want to…please.”

He snatched her under the chin and forced her to look up at him. “You suck me off when we’re done. Understand?”

Cecilia nodded obediently and he pried her up from the floor by the elbow, dragging her off to a padded bed where two leather straps hung at either side. He shoved her onto the pad and took her wrists, binding each in the leather strap. Then he took in her form—her arms held out by the straps, her body bent low, her back arched and backside risen. She was vulnerable, and by the looks of the wet substance dripping down her thigh, she was ready for him. But he wanted more—wanted to see more agony in her eyes before he fucked the pleasure into her.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He blindly reached for the wall where all his whips and tools hung from hooks. He selected the cat o’ ninetails and observed her backside—the plump shape waiting for him. Begging to be bitten or slapped or bruised from squeezing too hard. Instead, he held the whip in his hand, testing the weight, and struck her suddenly on the backside.

Cecilia yelped out. Her body arched, her legs trembling. He whipped her again and she cried out, shuttering with desire. With that pleasant, undeniable pain. “P-please,” she groveled, but Asher simply struck her again. She cried out.

“Do you want fucked or not?” he asked.

She was gasping—tears certainly raining down her face by now. He expected her to break—to bed him to stop. But instead, her back arched lower. Her backside came up, trembling as it was.

“Please, more,” she said.

What the hell was with this woman? He struck her again, and the groan that tore out of her throat was undeniable. She was loving this. Loving the pain, loving the embarrassment and the discomfort. He was doing nothing to intimidate her; she was devouring it all.

Asher was growing frustrated, his pants too restrictive to stay in any longer. He shed them, casting aside his belt. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, terribly bothered by just how aroused this woman made him. It wasn’t fair; why hadn’t he felt like this with the woman he was supposed to marry?

Enough. He was tired of waiting. He tossed aside the whip and up behind Cecilia, reaching out for her backside. Her cheeks were blazing red with streaks of welts from the whip. Asher didn’t miss just how wet she’d gotten in that time—how it was puddling at her knees, stringing from that place between her legs where he pined to be. He held himself up against the heat, the slick dampness, rubbing once or twice, up and down to get a feel for her. When he found her entrance, he didn’t wait for her to welcome him. He pushed in, one hard sudden thrust that sent her body jerking away—forced a near scream from her throat.

It was everything he’d wanted—everything he’d been thinking of since the last time. The scent of her, the feel of her around him. The way her body tightened when he pulled out of her—the sheer welcoming wetness of her as he slipped back in again. Everything was sudden and ruthless and he didn’t stop. He held her by a fistful of her hair and fucked her hard, unrelenting.

Her body was crumbling in his hands, her legs shaking terribly, desperate sobs falling from her throat. But he didn’t stop. He went harder, harder, his hips slamming against her reddened backside—sending her knees slipping against the pad. Fuck…how could she feel so good? How could this feel so right? She was a pathetic Omega—he should’ve have been so easily affected by her. But suddenly, it was all he wanted. Too badly, he wanted it.

He drew out suddenly, feeling himself drift toward the peak. He wasn’t done with her yet—wanted it to last a bit longer. So Asher located a vibrator from among his devices on the wall and slipped her under her, between her legs. Then he used the second set of straps to bind down her ankles.

With nowhere to go—nowhere to escape to, she couldn’t evade the sudden stimulation. Asher watched her body jerk away from the device best it could, but it couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t fight the power of the device as it sent violent shivers through her body. As she let out a sharp sound and her spine arched again. As she came, trembling atop the device, the vibrations still rolling through her.

He didn’t take it away. He watched her struggle, listening to the sounds of her desperate sobs. “Please,” she begged him. “Please m-make it s-stop.”

But he wouldn’t. He let it go on and on, until after several minutes…she was coming again. She screamed out, her body jerking writhing away from the device, bending for freedom from its aggressive vibrations. Only then did Asher pull it away. Only then did he pull the device away and release her binds, watching her slump to her hands and knees, her body trembling wildly.

Asher slid a hand between her legs, feeling her drip over his fingers. He slipped one inside of her, the feel of her still tight around it.

“What a good little slut,” he said as he admired the way her body shivered. “Maybe you aren’t so useless after all.”