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The door slammed shut behind you as Black caught his balance from your harsh shove, his smug grin reappearing as he stood tall again.
“How Terrifying! An Alpha Losing Their Patience With A Bratty Omega! What’re You Going To Do, Snarl And ‘Put Me In My Place’?” He mocked, even chuckling when all you did was tilt your skull in thought, still absently glaring at him.
Then, you got an idea.
“Remember the safe word, Black.” was all the warning you gave him before overpowering him and slamming him into the bed behind him.
He gasped and immediately fought you. Like a child not getting his way, he started insulting you, laughing at the glare you gave him.
It took you longer than you’d like, but you managed to get a hold of the soft rope on the bedside table and tied his wrists together behind his back.
You sat back and watched as he struggled for a few moments, then went still. “You’ve Been Paying Attention To Wine’s Methods.” It wasn’t a question, but you nodded, smiling smugly.
He kicked when you lifted one of his feet to get his boot off, but he quickly found to regret that when you used magic to open the bedside drawer and float two sets of leather cuffs to your hand.
Pulling him closer by the hips, you pulled at his belt and ignored his squirming and protesting as you relinquished him of his pants and boxers.
“Are you going to summon or am I attaching these to the bone?” You asked, testing the leather ties that’d secure the cuff idly.
He glanced at the leather, then his femurs. With averted lights and raspberry stained cheekbones, he summoned from the bottom of his ribs to his ankles, his shirt shifting to accommodate the belly he naturally possessed.
You couldn’t resist lifting the shirt to his chest to rub across his belly, knowing he’s self conscious of it, just to see his face get stuck between humiliation and anger. “Stop Petting My Belly!”
You chuckled “Aww, but it’s so soft!” He growled in response, so you grabbed his thigh and he kicked out again, regaining his fighting spirit when he saw you raise the cuffs.
So, with a firm grip and a warning stare, you wrapped the cuff of one set around his thigh, then had him curl his leg as far as he could so you could get the other cuff around his ankle, effectively pinning his leg so he couldn’t kick easily.
Black tried to fight, but each time he rolled or found some way to kick, you just counteracted him by moving his legs aside and pinning him under your body weight, channeling your annoyance so your scent would have him cringing and going limp in your grip, giving you the chance to restrain him properly.
With one leg cuffed, it was easier to cuff the other. When you were done, you inhaled as you pushed his bent legs apart, getting a lovely look at his slit along with the wave of sour raspberry and rosemary of his arousal. Ha, he wasn’t as unaffected as you first thought. You ran a finger along the small trail of slick and stopped at his clit, rubbing it teasingly just to see him try and fail to flex his legs with a suppressed whimper and another surge in his scent.
“Don’t You Dare Tease Me! Either Commit Or Leave Me Here!” He demanded, squirming and flushing darker when he realized with the way you were both positioned, he couldn’t move too far.
You smirked smugly. “I don’t know why you’re giving out orders. You’re not in control here, you brat.” You leered, using a thumb to rub circles into his clit again teasingly.
His face fell as he realized how at your mercy he was, but mustered a glare. “I Am No Bra- AH!” He tried to argue, but you interrupted him with a light slap to his slit that had him instinctively try to cross his legs, but you got in his way.
“Now that I have your attention, I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m gonna do.” You started, rubbing his clit lightly as you talked.
“I’m gonna spank you until you apologize. Then, depending on how sincere I think it is, I’ll either keep going until I’m satisfied, or fuck you so hard I kick start your heat.” His cheekbones flushed a dark raspberry at your words and you felt him twitch against your hand, the raspberry winning out in his scent for a moment.
But he seemed to still have a mouth. “As If You Had The Skill To Do That! I’d Probably Have To Get A Vibrator To Get Even One Pe- HAH!” Your next spank to his pussy was harder than the last and had him arching up off the bed.
Leaning forward, you heard him whimper as your more dominating scent hit his nasal cavity. “You’d be surprised, Omega. By the time I’m done with you, a vibrator will never satisfy you.” You felt him shiver under you and smiled evilly.
His teeth parted but you cut him off with another harsh spank to his pussy, reveling in the cry he gave as he arched off the bed. When he tried again, you repeated your treatment.
“I-if That Is All You- AH!” You glared as you delivered this spank, a sense of satisfaction and heated arousal washing over you at the slick that coated your palm.
“You getting off on this, Black?” You taunted, grinning when he glared back and retorted “Getti- Getting Off O-on My Pain?”
Another three strikes to him before you answered. “Why yes, I am. Keep singin’ for me, pretty boy.” His flush darkened at the compliment, and this time he didn’t have a retort. A tilt of your skull to the side and you realized he was hiding little pinprick tears in the corner of his sockets.
For all his brattiness and arguing, Black had a terrible tolerance for pain and you loved to take advantage.
He flinched and whimpered wetly when your hand left his slit, then he arched into the bed on the next strike, crying out, but staying compliant. Another two were much the same, sending pangs of heat to your lower stomach, making you fight summoning.
But no apology.
Your scent was getting stronger, filling the room enough that you could now smell it clearly. Under your hand, his slit quivered and twitched with agitation and you couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.
The next strike was harder than the rest, getting a surprised cry and to your surprise, a submissive gesture. You rumbled as he bared his neck to you the best he could, your mark on display. “Good boy, but that’s not an apology.”
Silence.
You glared at the back of his skull and admittedly, lost some composure.
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Another wet slap filled the air and Black cried out. He tried to roll and get away from your hand, but you tugged the chain that held his ankle to his thigh and stopped him, to which he sobbed and started rambling quiet “No, No, No!” as you brought your slick soaked hand back up, intent on delivering another punishing spank.
His wet sockets screwed shut before you delivered the blow, but oh, it was sweet to watch them pop back open on the next cry and arch off his tied arms with a wave of pink tears to soak his face.
“You going to apologize yet, Black? Or are you enjoying me spanking your pussy that much?” you taunted, using a thumb to rub circles along his slit that had him flinching and instinctively trying to pull away, sniffling at the discomfort he was no doubt feeling after fifteen consecutive slaps to his most sensitive spot.
Tugging on the chain again, you made a noise of disappointment at the lack of an answer and pushed his legs aside to give you better access as well as part his folds. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ then? Pity. Guess I’ll just keep going until you decide to apologize then.”
That had his fuzzy lights widening and he flinched when you readjusted yourself into a more comfortable sitting position. A quick inhale told you his arousal had increased in anticipation, the scent of raspberries and rosemary making your fangs ache just a little more.
The next blow you delivered was harder than ones before, making Black damn near scream at the sudden pain, then devolve into incoherent sobs again.
When he calmed again, you checked in. “Safe word?”
He rubbed the side of his face into the bedsheets to wipe off the tears, but only smeared them. “Pep- Peppers.” He shakily replied, breathing calming down again.
With a nod and a sadistic grin, you changed the angle slightly so when your hand next came down, you struck his clit dead on instead of narrowly missing it.
Black’s spine cracked as he arched almost completely off the bed, a choked scream leaving him this time and you grinned as he uselessly kicked as much as he could despite the cuffs connected to his thighs.
It only took three more slaps to the clit before you had to stop and let him breathe a moment.
Black’s face was more pink than white now, the rivers of tears smudged across his face from him partially rolling onto his side and his cheekbones flushed from embarrassment, hiding the pale color.
He sobbed and was practically hyperventilating, his legs twitching. The raspberry color of his ecto was now a dark rose color in the area you’d been spanking, the slick giving it a pretty shine that you couldn’t resist lightly running your fingers over.
His legs tried to close and his breathing hitched, but he lacked the strength to lift his legs high enough. You took smug satisfaction in the mess you’d made of him, but you were worried he wasn’t in a fit state to say the safe word, even with his sweet scent filling the air.
“Still able to talk, little brat? Or do we need to stop and let you rest, hm?” You asked, almost mockingly and pulling your hand away to wipe at his cheekbones.
It took him a moment, but he sniffled and his lights just about managed to form, glitchy and fuzzed. “N-no. Was- Was Gonna Cum. Wan- Wanna Cum.” He shakily replied, his hips shuffled in a poor attempt at arching up.
You cooed. “Aww, lil bratty Omega was gonna cum from his punishment?” His skull flushed a deep rose red and he looked away, but his scent peaked again and you knew he enjoyed that.
Seeing that he was okay, you rubbed along his folds again, just barely missing his clit. “But you can’t cum. Not until you apologize for interrupting dinner.” You pressed down on the spot just above where he wanted it and he inhaled sharply.
He whimpered and whined, squirming uselessly. Then when he finally realized he wasn’t getting anywhere, he sniffled and a new wave of tears built up in his sockets and fell.
“I… I’m Sorry. I J-just Want- Wanted Attention.” He stuttered, voice small and shaky. Your hand moved slightly lower, making him tremble.
“And?”
It took him a moment to collect his thoughts. “Sho- Should Have… A-asked Nicely.” He replied, ribs shuddering as he took a heavy inhale that stuttered with a sniffle.
He was avoiding it. “And?”
He didn’t say anything, instead just staring at the wall. So, you got his attention with a light whack to the clit that he arched into with a helpless yelp.
“Should- Should Have Been A Good Omega And Waited Patiently.” He sounded damn near humiliated as he admitted it, but his surging scent gave him away. You softened your touch and rubbed where you whacked him comfortingly.
“So you knew better, but did it anyway? Just for attention? Just so I’d touch you?” Your tone was as soft as your smile, leading him into a false sense of security.
Black glanced away, but nodded.
The corners of your smile picked up slightly. “If you wanted attention so much, you should’ve shown me.” You waited for the confusion to pass across his face before using his restraints to flip him over onto his front and with practiced movements undo the cuffs on his legs so you could pull his hips up into a presenting position.
“Attention whores like you should show they want attention like this; presenting for all to see, pretty little pussy in full view.” You hummed as you undid the rope on his wrists, then pulled his hands back.
“If you want to guarantee my attention, then you pull these apart,” Using his hands, you ran his phalanges along his folds, right by the edges closest to his entrance and he shivered, another wave of sweet raspberries and rosemary washing over you.
Your grin was sharp and evil as you continued. “And then you beg me for attention like a good Omega. Don’t forget to look over your shoulder at me so I can see how desperate you are for it.”
Black’s skull didn’t turn to look at you like you first thought he would, so with a flick of your wrist, you grabbed his soul with your magic and flipped him back over, not missing the fuzzing lights as he sank into subspace.
“Or alternatively, you can get down on your knees in front of me and beg for my cock down your disobedient throat.” You punctuated your sentence with a rough ground of your clothed member against his slick folds, watching as his already flushed face got darker and he moaned, wrapping his legs around you.
Watching his expressions, you debated where to take this. Either you pull your boxers down and fuck him into next week or…
Nah. Your poor dick’s been throbbing for quite a while now, you swear it’s starting to actually hurt.
So, with a stabilizing hand behind his knee and another planted into the bed next to his head, you smirked down at him. “But that’s for future reference. Right now, I want to get rid of the ache between my legs and show you my forgiveness.”
Black got all of three seconds to register what you’d said before you shoved your boxers down and pushed as far as you could inside him.
His spine arched as his skull was thrown back, a scream leaving his teeth as his hands twisted in the bed sheets.
You had to squeeze his hip and knee to ground yourself, huffing harshly as his slick, but unprepared walls squeezed you like a vice. A glance down and you could see the muted glow of your cock through his ecto. You hadn’t pushed all the way in yet, he was too tight for it, but sitting at the halfway point was proving just as pleasurable. (although your instincts were screaming at you to shove your knot as deep as you could right now)
Black whined under you and let go of the sheets to make grabby hands, his lights huge and fuzzy. Aww, you’d shoved him further into subspace.
You rumbled comfortingly and readjusted so you could wriggle your arm under his back and hold the back of his neck, your free hand held one of his and your folded legs held his ass off the bed. The new position pushed you further into him until the base kissed his lips.
His whining melted into contented purring as he relaxed, nuzzling into your neck and taking deep inhales before going pliant, a dazed look on his face that had you worrying about him briefly before the full force of his arousal hit your nose and you instinctively bucked into him.
His walls let up enough for you to move, so you started up a steady pace, trying to keep yourself under control so you didn’t hurt him.
But the little pleasured noises he made and the encouraging bucks into you eventually had you tracing your canines along his neck as you picked up the pace, inhaling through your nose to get as much of that raspberry and rosemary sweetness through your sinuses as you could. “Good Omega. Taking me so well without any complaints. Such a good boy.”
Squeezing his hand, you grinned when you felt his walls tighten momentarily at the praise and watched his face even out into a blissed smile.
But soon, you wanted more than that, so you
decided to change angles to try and find the spot that’d make his little noises into mewls of pleasure for the whole house to hear.
It took a couple of different angles for you to find it. Leaning back and aiming up into his belly had Black arching his back and his aroused scent to spike, clouding your thoughts before you could do a mental victory dance. You snarled as his walls clamped down and made his already tight channel even tighter.
“Al-alpha! There! R-right There! Please!” He slurred, bucking into you more desperately now, his free hand coming up to wrap around your neck, desperately pulling you to his scent glands. So, you rewarded him by aiming for that spot specifically, listening as his noises increased in volume and more pink tears built up in his sockets and fell.
A thrill ran through you as your peak built with each thrust and squeeze of his walls around your member. A rumble bubbled up in your chest and your thrusts got sloppy and uneven.
Suddenly, Black used his hand around your neck to pull you into his neck, right where you’d marked him as yours. “B-bite Me! Ple-please! I-I Need It! Alpha!” He stuttered desperately, legs squeezing you as best they could.
For once, you listened to his pleas and sank your teeth into his scent glands. The moment you pierced the gland, Black’s scent exploded at the same time his flavor filled your mouth and you snarled into him as he came around you, walls clamping down on your cock as you hilted.
The combined smell, taste and squeezing of his walls pushed you over the edge, a pleased rumble being pressed into his neck and scent glands as you jerkily ground into him as you emptied inside him.
Black sobbed and whimpered under you, twitching when your jaw flexed lightly and his staticy lights rolling in his sockets.
The pleasure quickly became overstimulating and you had to pull out to avoid a repeat performance, a little trail of cum following you out from Black’s entrance.
You licked the bite soothingly, then pulled away to get a better look at your omega and his mental state, only for a satisfied purr to rumble out of him and a weak attempt at making grabby hands in your direction.
Rolling to his side, you pulled him into you, continuing to lick along the bite you’d made and rumbling in return to the loud purr you got from him.
It took a while, but Black eventually came back to himself, at least enough that he could whine about feeling icky and needing a shower. He didn’t fight when you moved to carry him to the on suite for a quick wash.
He let you scrub him down and whimpered when you pushed a pair of phalanges into him to better clean inside and tried to initiate another round, but you nipped a gland and subdued him with some of your soothing scent and intent.
You threw the old sheets on the floor and grabbed for the spare slung over the chair in the corner. He purred as he watched you pull some of the pillows over to make a makeshift nest for the two of you, clinging to your shoulders while you held him with one hand.
As you both settled in the blankets and pillows, he curled himself into you and yawned, tired. It surprised you that one round of punishment and reward had worn him out, but you supposed he’s been working particularly hard recently. Maybe a new case?
You curled around him as best you could, licking him soothingly idly before drifting off yourself, wondering if just maybe, Black would actually present himself to you at some point… maybe when the others aren’t in the room.