Wild by Sara Fields
Chapter 9
Revna
The brush tapped firmly against my nipple and I keened in surprise.
With that first strike, I could have sworn I saw stars. An awful burning sting blossomed across my nipple and radiated out through my breast and another one followed on the other side before I could stop it. I tried to knock his hands away, but he captured my wrists with his own and pinned them over top of my head. I struggled against him for several long moments. It was useless. My wrists were too small. His hands were so large, so much so that they dwarfed mine. He was so much bigger than me.
I didn’t stand a chance.
“It hurts,” I cried out and the brush struck both sides of my chest without delay. I wailed as the savage sting burst across my tender nipples and as if my body wanted to play tricks on me, they only grew stiffer with desire.
I didn’t want my body to react to him like it was. I truly didn’t want to want this.
My core clenched tight and slick poured down my thighs. I tried to think of literally anything to chase the feelings of desire away, yet my body continued to blaze hotter.
I cried out softly in despair.
Once more, my breathing hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he struck my nipples several more times. Each flash of pain was intensely hot for several seconds before it faded away only to be replaced by the next overwhelming sensation of agony. It was seemingly endless and a sense of anguish at my loss of control took over me and refused to let go.
My nipples throbbed painfully and for a moment, he traced his fingertips over them, and I cried out at his touch as soreness and pleasure molded into one unidentifiable blazing sensation. Everything hurt.
“Please,” I whimpered, and when the back of the brush pressed against my soaked folds, I failed to hold back a choking sob, waiting for the pain to cascade across my pussy.
I waited for the worst, but it didn’t come. At least not right away.
Instead, he very lightly tapped it against me before he dragged it back and forth and teased my clit with it. Before I could stop him, he turned the brush around and pressed the handle against my entrance. The tip slipped into me and I gasped. I tried to bring my legs together and block its advance, but that didn’t work to keep it at bay.
“This brush is so very beautiful. The back of it is wood, but the handle has been carved out of obsidian,” he mused, and he pushed the handle fully inside me. The foreign object was so firm inside me, yet my body clenched around it as if I wanted it.
Did I?
“Obsidian shines like glass, omega, but it glistens so much more prettily when it’s covered with your slick,” he added.
I cried out with shame as he began to pump the handle in and out of me. I was embarrassed of how my hips rose to meet each thrust of the cruel object that had just scalded my backside and made my nipples ache from its awful bite. I shouldn’t be enjoying the feeling of it pressing in and out of me, especially when it was only going to punish me there next.
“I can’t,” I began.
“Can’t what, omega? What choice do you have now but to take it?”
The stone handle slid in and out of my pussy and I was mortified how my inner walls clenched around it as if I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t want to like it. I shouldn’t like it. Why did it fucking feel so good?
I bit my bottom lip and tried to hold in my cries of pleasure, but the more that horrid brush pressed in and out of my pussy, the more my sounds began to break free. At first, they sounded fragmented and broken. As more time went on, however, my shame echoed all around me. I wanted to hide my face. I wanted to look away and pretend like none of this was happening, but my core was clenching in a way that made me blush so fiercely, I thought my face had caught flame.
As the brush pumped in and out, I moaned, and his thumb brushed so lightly against my clit that I keened with surprise. When he did it again, I knew he’d done it on purpose and my pussy clenched hard. He pressed a bit more firmly against my needy bud and my hips rose of their own accord, wanting to feel more of that rough fingertip against my aching flesh.
He circled it, sliding over with that single digit until my thighs started to shake and my core felt like it was going to ignite at any moment. I knew I was so close to orgasm that all he’d have to do is press hard enough. It would be as if he’d lit a single match, and everything would implode inside me in a display of fireworks the likes of the world had never seen.
My entire body shuddered, and a pitiful sounding moan of pleasure came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“I want to see what you look like when you come for me with the marks of your tears still fresh on your pretty cheeks,” he demanded, and I cried out as my pussy tightened entirely too hard around the firm handle of the brush. His thumb incessantly worked my clit and as much as I didn’t want it to, my arousal surged forth anyway.
There was nothing I could do to stop it.
I was going to come on the handle of the brush that had just paddled my bottom bright red.
As soon as that terrible realization washed over me, everything went haywire. My pussy started clenching down hard, over and over as my core collapsed inward with my release. It hurtled through me like a bolt of lightning; intense, haunting, and utterly unstoppable. My back arched and he pushed the handle even deeper inside me, thrusting in and out, faster and faster. I hated the way my body clutched at it, but my orgasm continued to hurtle through me anyway.
My thighs quivered under the power of it for so long that I feared it would never end. I drowned in the oblivion it rendered and when I could see the light at the end of it, I reached for it.
I sighed in relief as it finally began to fade. Slowly, he withdrew the handle from my entrance, and I whimpered when his thumb pulled away from my needy little clit, only to be replaced by the back of the brush. I gulped as what he was doing dawned on me at last. I jerked away, but he pulled my wrists high overhead. I whimpered as he stretched me taut and I quivered, lying bare before him with no form of protection for what came next.
The brush tapped lightly against my naked flesh and tears immediately sprang to my eyes at my helplessness. The sting was sharp, and it deepened as it spread across my pussy. Much to my despair, my core only clenched even tighter as my yearning for more continued to intensify. I worried that he might spank me there harder, that it was about to get that much worse.
He flipped the brush over and dragged the bristles across my pussy and I keened. I hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did. Although soft, each bristle felt like sharpened claws against my skin. My whole center pulsed between my legs. There was nothing else. There couldn’t be. The punishment between my thighs consumed me so thoroughly that nothing else mattered.
He pulled the brush away and used his palm to spank my pussy instead. At first, I sighed with relief, but that didn’t last long.
He punished me there with his hand until my tears renewed. With every wrenching sob, I took what he gave me until I finally broke and asked him to finally give me what I knew the omega inside me needed. I gave him the only thing I had left.
“Please, alpha. Please let me have your cock. Please take me,” I begged. I felt like a broken thing as I pleaded for the one thing that I’d vowed to never ask for in my life.
He cupped my scalded flesh and the possessiveness in his grasp took my breath away. I struggled to rein in my tears, but it soon proved useless because they continued to fall anyway.
“Good girl. I’m so very proud of you,” he murmured, and my heart exploded inside my chest. His words were so powerful that they reverberated deep into the marrow in my bones, and I knew at once that all was lost.
I was lost.
His hand released my wrists and at once, he cupped my face. His body pressed over top of mine just lightly enough to keep me still and his lips pressed against my own in a frenzied kiss that pulled me in deep.
He’d broken through my walls and forced his way in. Now there was no turning back.
My instincts raged on inside me, calling for the alpha before me with such open desperation that I hadn’t even known I was capable of. He kissed me with primal savagery, taking me and owning me in that kiss. He left me with no question of who was in charge.
He was the alpha. I was the omega.
Fate had brought us together and now I was going to spread my legs for him.
“Please,” I cried out.
“Please what, omega?” he pushed.
“Please give me your cock,” I whispered, embarrassed and needy all at once.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Revna. You should know that when I take you, it’s going to hurt. You will be very sore when I’m through with you. I promise you that,” he said gruffly. He dragged his lips up and around the curve of my ear, tickling the tiny hairs on my skin and sending shameful jolts of pleasure right into the center of my core.
I drew in a shaky breath as my pussy quivered at his words.
I decided to be bold.
“Good,” I whispered, and he chuckled.
“Oh, Revna. I’m going to enjoy this,” he purred, and my arousal dripped down my thigh. He reached down and gripped at his belt, pulling it free from his pants in one quick motion that made my mouth water. Quickly, he looped it around my wrists and bound me to the headboard of the bed. I squirmed and tried to free my hands before he cleared his throat.
“Do you need another spanking, omega, or can you behave long enough to earn my cock?”
I stilled and a wicked grin curved upward on his lips.
“Good girl. I’d hate to have to give you another dose of the hairbrush on your bright red little bottom,” he murmured.
“Liar,” I muttered.
He smacked my pussy and I arched up at the sudden painful admonishment.
“Look at me, omega. I want to see the look on your face the moment you see your first alpha cock,” he demanded. I swallowed hard and dragged my eyes downward, watching the way his hands just hung at the waistband of his slacks. He unfastened one button at a time, taking his time. When he was almost finished, he stopped with a teasing smirk and fingered the hem of his shirt. Instead of taking off his pants, he pulled the dusty tan shirt over his head, as well as the scarf around his neck.
The expanse of his chest was hard and beautiful. If he wasn’t a living breathing thing, I would have thought he was painstakingly carved in stone like a work of art. His chest rose and fell as his gaze bore into me and I couldn’t help it as I squirmed beneath it. Bound by his belt to the bed, I couldn’t escape. My thighs brushed against each other, so wet with my slick that I blushed at the feeling of it.
Finally, his hands returned to his waist and he slowly revealed himself to my eyes. At the sight of his cock, my breath hitched in fear.
It was so much larger than I expected.
His cock jutted up between his thighs, massively erect and turgid with his own need. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to figure out how a small woman like me could be able to take something the size of that. My thighs pressed together in fear of so large a thing, knowing that in a very short span of time he was going to make me take every last inch of it inside me.
He’d said it was going to hurt. Now there was no doubt in my mind that he was right.
“Open your thighs. Show me the place where you need me the most,” he instructed, and a soft cry escaped my lips.
My legs shook. I stared down at them, willing them to open, but it was much harder than I anticipated. It took everything in my power to move them that first inch and it became a little bit easier after that. I kept moving, not stopping as I spread myself open for him because I knew I wouldn’t be able to if I did.
His gaze kept with mine until I was fully open, then his eyes gradually dipped lower until they were fully situated on the area between my thighs.
I whined as his fingers dropped to brush against the surface of his cock and the sudden urge to know what that felt like raced through me. Would it be hard as iron? Would it be rough like his fingertips?
My hips lifted a bit with curiosity, and he smirked at my inability to keep myself still.
“You fear my cock, little one, but at the same time you can’t stand waiting to know what it feels like,” he observed, and my mouth fell open in shock. I quickly closed it, not wanting him to know that he was right.
He finished kicking off his boots and shucked off the rest of his clothes. When he was through, he stood before me, naked and erect and dangerously tempting.
He climbed up onto the end of the bed and I shook from the promise in his eyes. He overtook me and encased my body in the shadow of his. With a devilish grin, he pressed the shaft of his cock against my pussy and slid it up against my clit.
I gasped quietly, overwhelmed from the soft, velvety sensation of his skin on mine. My pussy nearly convulsed at his touch and he hooked his hips back just enough to place the tip of his cock against my entrance.
One thrust and he’d claim my virginity as his.
“I’m enjoying the way your fear keeps rippling across your face, omega. You know this is going to hurt, but your tight little pussy is calling for it anyway,” he mused, and I writhed beneath him. I wanted to beg him for it. I wanted to tell him to get away.
I wanted everything.
His fingers wound around my hipbones. His grip dug into my skin as he held himself entirely still, taunting me with his cock. I tried to grind myself forward in an attempt to force him inside me, but that didn’t work.
“Who’s in control here, Revna?”
The use of my name was jarring, catching me off guard and forcing me to look up into his eyes.
“You are, alpha,” I whined.
“Who decides when you have earned my cock?”
“You do, alpha,” I wailed.
He captured my right nipple between his fingers and twisted it hard. My back arched cleanly off the bed as pain blossomed across my chest and sank down into my core with wild abandon.
“Oh, please!”
“You would do well to remember your place when I put you flat on your back, omega,” he growled, using the sound to punish me. My torso cramped down hard, and I curled forward as a rush of slick dribbled down my thighs.
He held such power over me and that made me quiver with need.
“Yes, alpha,” I answered. There was a certain subdued meekness in my tone, but the proud look in his eyes made me feel like such a formidable little thing.
“Show me you can be a good little omega. Keep your hips still for me,” he commanded.
I moved to turn my head away and break his stare, but he growled in warning.
“Do not look away from me, omega, or else I will leave you bound to this bed as punishment with no hope of coming at all and I’ll stroke myself as you watch,” he threatened.
I really didn’t want that.
“Yes, alpha,” I rushed to answer, turning back and losing myself in those ocean blue eyes of his. His command poured over me and I shook at the sheer effort it took to keep myself still. Every moment felt like an eternity and I tried to survive each second by pulling in one shallow breath after the next. I counted to ten. I named all the gods in my head and I began naming the constellations in the night sky just to keep myself distracted enough to follow his instructions.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling in return.
“Please, alpha,” I begged. I was able to keep still, but my body was practically shivering from the exertion of following his command. My voice shook with it and I was afraid I would cry again if he made me wait much longer.
Without warning, his fingers dug into my hips and he thrust forward hard. He breached my entrance in that single movement, piercing through my virginity with a certain cruel ruthlessness that made my pussy clench greedily all around him.
A rush of agony came over me, throbbing hot and heavy between my legs. For several moments, it was all I could focus on until it finally began to fade away. It was slow at first, but in its wake came a feeling of arousal that burned away the pain until the only thing left behind was a simmering soreness that trembled with incredible need.
He’d forced his massive length all the way inside me, but he’d stilled after that.
“The way your pussy clutches at my cock even though it hurts so very much is the most beautiful thing, omega,” he praised, and I couldn’t stop the way his words made me surge with desire and happiness all at the same time.
“Please. Please fuck me,” I pleaded.
He dragged his hips back and forth, languidly using my body at his will. This was too much. I couldn’t keep still any longer.
My stomach clenched and I curved up into his slow thrust, taking him more deeply as a result. His cock angled into me, dragging against a place inside me that made my legs shake. I tightened them around his waist, using them to anchor me to him since I couldn’t use my hands. The belt dug into my wrists just the tiniest bit, reminding me of my captivity and turning me on all the same.
“By the gods, please use me, alpha,” I begged, my voice catching pitifully in the back of my throat.
“I plan to, omega. I’m going to put you in your rightful place at the end of your alpha’s cock,” he murmured.
“Do your worst,” I dared him, taking every last bit of bravery left in me.
“Are you sure you want to challenge me right now, omega?” he growled.
“Yes, alpha,” I answered, unable to stop the tiny smirk from playing at the edges of my lips.
He chuckled and I expected him to pinch my nipple or my backside with his fingers, but he didn’t. Instead, he swiftly pulled out of me and slammed right back in with far more vigor than I anticipated.
I didn’t realize how sore I was until that moment and I whimpered, nervous and scared and entirely too aroused.
A wild gleam cast over his eyes as he pistoned into me with ruthless savagery. It was as if he’d been holding himself back all this time and the alpha within him had finally broken free.
He fucked me like a beast, using me hard and fast with no care if it hurt me or not. His grunts of pleasure surrounded me, intermingled with primal purrs and cruel growls until my body floated somewhere in the cusp of agony and unfathomable arousal.
My fingers gripped at the leather around my wrists, my nails digging into its smooth surface as I grappled with surging desire in my veins.
Scalding heat burned beneath my skin, begging to be set free. My body hugged around his massive cock, stretching around his girth and aching as he used it. He was so large that I couldn’t get used to it no matter how long he was inside me and knowing that drove me crazy.
It would always hurt when he fucked me.
I wasn’t certain if I liked that, but it made my insides curl with passionate need.
My inner walls fluttered hard.
I could feel my passion hurtling toward a cliff and I knew it wouldn’t be long now for me to fall off the ledge. For a few long seconds, I teetered back and forth on the edge of reluctance and need until it consumed me.
My orgasm was imminent. I could feel it and when my thighs started to tremble, I knew that it was going to destroy me, and I welcomed it.
With a shaky breath, my core constricted hard and his cock stroked into me with a cruel recklessness that I was quickly learning to adore. My muscles tensed and my head buzzed with electricity, until at long last it exploded in a fiery display of white-hot bliss.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I began to shake. My pussy tightened greedily around his cock, taking every last inch as my inner walls convulsed with my orgasm.
That first release was pure ecstasy. He used me hard and my pussy was only mildly sore, but it all came together in an entirely consuming blast of energy that held me captive and wouldn’t let go.
“Oh, please,” I begged.
He fucked me harder, and I could feel his cock twitch inside me. It throbbed hard as the wet sounds of him using me echoed around me, shameful and loud and mortifyingly arousing.
“Come for me, omega. Keep coming until I give you permission to stop,” he growled, and my core twisted tight. It wasn’t difficult to obey him. I wanted to have another orgasm. One wasn’t enough and as my muscles tensed in anticipation of my next release.
It broke over me without warning. I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d even wanted to.
I enjoyed every second of that first one. The second shattered me in a way that left me feeling decidedly out of control in the most delicious way imaginable. I thoroughly enjoyed the blanket of pleasure that surrounded me and settled so deeply inside me that I knew I would never be the same after this was all over.
Ivar had been the one to change me. He’d been the alpha to break down my walls.
He’d been the one to force my inner omega out.
Right now, I adored him for that.
I came a third time. I stopped counting after that.
I simply rode the rollercoaster of pleasure, edging forward and backwards with every release. Sometimes I felt like I was falling. Other times I climbed, but throughout it all I simply existed in the intoxicating plane of a floating oblivion of being used as hard and as thoroughly as the omega inside me demanded.
“Alpha,” I purred, and he groaned in response. His chest tensed with the exertion, glistening with sweat and then another release tore through me, centering in my core and twisting hard like a knife.
Up until that point, every orgasm had been blissfully wonderful, but now there was a crueler edge to them. They were beginning to ravage me from within, forcing me to experience increasing amounts of pain with my pleasure. It built with every passing moment until I couldn’t tell one sensation from the next. Before long, they warped together into one perverse feeling that consumed me so completely that I had trouble pulling in a full breath after that.
It was then that I began to suffer.
With every subsequent orgasm, my agony built upon itself, becoming stronger and more intense with every last thrust of his massive cock. My cries escalated, exposing just how much each release hurt. Without any hesitation, he reached over me and quickly released my wrists. Unable to think of doing anything else, I curled my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
I clutched at him, needing to feel his body on mine. His warmth pressed against me, too hot and entirely too perfect at the same time as I rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts and taking him deeper than I thought possible.
He pistoned into me and the wet sound of his pelvis slapping my skin was arousing and mortifyingly hot.
The base of his cock pulsed, stretching my pussy and making me cry out with an ever-increasing soreness.
“You’re going to take my knot, omega. Hold onto me now because this part may hurt more than you may expect,” he warned. He didn’t wait for me as his lips covered mine in a demanding kiss. Then he slammed his cock all the way into me to the hilt and swallowed my protests in kind.
I gave in, kissing him in return, and then the base of his cock began to expand. I wasn’t ready for just how much bigger it was going to get. I was no longer bound, but I was held captive under the weight of his body. He held me still, forcing me to take his cock and not letting me pull back even though that’s what I wanted to do the most.
My pussy fought the advancing size of his knot, burning hot as he stretched me wider and wider, and I screamed. He kissed me once again, pushing his tongue between my lips and dancing with mine. He took my panic and swallowed it away, covering me with his form until his knot fully expanded inside me and hooked behind the bones of my pelvis.
We were locked together as one.
For a moment, the only thing I could focus on was the sound of my own beating heart drumming in my head.
But then the first spurt of his seed surged up inside me, feeling as though liquid fire was branding me from within. I screamed as one final orgasm hurtled forth.
My entire body trembled, and he broke the kiss, allowing my moans of pleasurable anguish to echo all around us. I thrashed beneath him, feeling my legs go weak as every single sensation in my body imploded from my center. My clit pulsed and my nipples hardened as delightfully painful tingles of pleasure raced up and down every inch of my body.
My voice turned hoarse, sounding somewhere in between a scream and a moan, but I no longer cared.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
I came hard enough that I started to cry.
He held me as I agonized through every last moment of that orgasm as if he knew it broke me harder than all the rest.
All my life, I’d fought this.
And now…
Now I wished I never had.
