MEETING THE ALPHA II

In a motion too fast to follow, the Alpha grabbed her around the waist and plucked her across his lap. He was so much huger than her that her entire physique fit across his thighs, with just her forearms and the lower part of her legs left swiveling. She battled against him but the halo of his arm might as well have been compelled by an iron.

“I am going to whack you,” he informed her as if talking with something as commonplace as the climate.

“I don't expect you to enjoy the grief, you little Beta, but the more you resist then the more punishment you will receive.” He said still holding her.

I don’t want you to enjoy the pain. He could not mean it, she thought frantically. Is this what got the Alphas in the Aquila to blow their loads…physical misuse? 

She had anticipated a bruising rut from a giant Alpha, and a little pain was to follow that, but this was something different entirely.

Still Panicking, Leda clasped her thighs together and shoved hard against the arm at her waist. The steel vise of his grasp did not change so much as an inch.

“You’re just about the size of an Omega, maybe you have some small bit of their biological impulses as well.” He said, stroking her flank with the back of one hand as She tried and failed to restrain a shiver. 

“Regardless, let’s act up, shall we? That’s what this is all about, after all.” He added

The first assault on her bare ass was more startling than it was unbearable. She had never been hit, even as a child, so the awe of being struck was sufficient to make her jump.

She screamed at the next bang which was delivered with extensively more force. Her legs flagellate as she tries to find the floor. He whacked each thigh punishingly harsh, enough that she was sure it would induce a mark, until she calmed. His chest was clutched hard against her back, pinning her to his thighs with just the weight of his body. She felt the stiff length of his erection press painfully into the smooth flesh of her belly. Her last clear thought was that no one had ever whacked her before, not even when she’d drawn on the floor of their quarters with a pen as a kid. 

She had wanted sex, even to suffer humiliation, but nothing like this. The blows showered down, strong and unrelenting. The pain coupled with fear and adrenaline pushing her to the verges of reason. She had to compel herself to think through the onslaught. Emotional thrills and lows upset the fresh balance attained with the heat suppressants. If she were to lose composure of herself, even in the tiniest way, her secret would be disclosed.

Leda screamed with each bang of his hand against her skin. She pleaded  him to stop, choking out the words via her tears. If he listened to her, the Alpha didn't acknowledge. Alternating sides, he wrapped every inch of her backside with smacking shocks in a tempo that never sputtered even a beat. He  whispered into her ear, lips moving against the delicate shell, even as his hand never stopped its punishing rhythm. 

“You want this and just don’t know it yet, don’t you Omega.” he asked.

His words flowed through her with a howl of shock and fear. But his voice stayed calm and the tempo unhurried. She realized that this was part of the illusion, the playacting, that he needed to pretend that he subjugated an Omega female and not some generic Beta.

She beseeched again to the all-seeing gods that he would not uncover the truth as  he was hitting her harder. 

She could no longer feel the individual blasts because fire consumed the whole of her backside, from the aching skin under his hand to the molten midst between her clenched thighs. She was moaning, without inhibition or restraint, tears and snot draining the cushion against her face. 

No longer able to struggle against him, Leda focused all of her attention on trying to quiet her mind. But that only made it difficult not to focus on the hurting flesh at her center that appeared with each strike of his palm. She didn’t understand the sick sensation that swooped over her — the desire that made her want to shove herself back to meet his blows.

His hand finally slowed, the harshness of the spanking morphing into something softer. He caressed her burning skin, over the swell of her buttocks and down her thighs, just very hard enough that the stoked fire could not fully abate.

Her tears slowed until she grabbed only small, hiccuping breaths.

“That was awesome,. I think you merit a reward, little one", He said with his palm rotated in slow circles on her back but inched down towards the curve of her ass. His touch developed light as a feather as he almost skimmed the aching spot between her thighs. The burning sensation of grief altered into pleasure. She moaned louder when one thick finger tugged inside her.

“What’s this, then?” he asked.

He waited for a long moment as she swiveled to draw him closer, but he stubbornly refused to move, compelling her to respond.

“I d-don’t kn-know…sir,” she said, on a stammering breath, dominated by desire and shame.

“How very wet you are.” His stroking fingers hoisted away, and she had to chew her tongue to keep from pleading for more.

 “They can presumably smell you all the way downstairs. It’s only a unique Beta that can soak for me like this.” he added.

She wailed at that, unable to react. Guilt and desire stirred together into an overwhelming cocktail. 

What was he doing to her?

He clasped her chin hard between his index finger and thumb, tugging her head back in a painful warping until their noses almost touched. 

“Do you know what kind of girl gets wet when a man whacks her bare ass?” he asked

“A b-bad gg-girl, sir.” She replied

“Not just a bad girl", he said as he grabbed her lower lip between his teeth and bit down hard until she savored the copper zest of blood. He pulled away enough to mumble against her mouth. 

“A whore.” He added

That word was sufficient to snap her out of the mist of want and receding pain. 

“No!” she shouted in response to what he said.

His palm broke down across the tender skin behind her thigh and she moaned.

“Say it, girl”, he insisted as his hand stroked down her back and over the curve of one hip, lightly. 

“Say exactly what you are and I will give you a reward,  little one.”

She did not like the endearments. Somehow, although she was stripped naked and laying across his lap, that made this all appear so much more intimate. A deep ache was assembling deep in her belly. Her body changed, unconsciously trying to bring his hand closer to where she desired it, but he clasped her immobile.

“A slut.” She cried as she said it, both remorseful and aroused.

 “I’m a whore, sir!” she shouted.

“You are Such a good girl", he said looking happy as fingers from one hand plunged between her vagina while the other hand found the tiny bead of flesh just above her opening and caress it sharply.

She shoved back against his hand, her heels gliding along the floor and herr legs

opened wide to give him better access. 

At this juncture, she felt no shame at the romantic display. She moves her hips frantically and without rhythm. She was totally overcome and incapable to think about anything except how much she desired relief.

His fingers slopes in and out of her, matching speed with the punishing pats that his palm had left on her skin only minutes before. The bulge of his length lanced into her stomach, even through the layers of clothing that he was still putting on.. He seemed impossibly big and she could only visualize the size of the knot that would make him grow even bigger inside her. This very thought should have frightened her, but that wasn’t how her body reacted. She swirled against him, her own zeal rising as his flesh responded. Her body could admit what her mind would not, that she preferred to be held down and filled by an Alpha’s knot, without minding the consequences. Just the feeling of it made the muscles of her inner walls spasm and clenched around his fingers.

The orgasm hit her suddenly and hard enough that she nearly conk out. She arched against him, regardless that this man was a hated Alpha, as she moaned her release. He reacted to her writhing motions, fitting the plunge in and out of his fingers with pushes of his hips. He then made a low growl in the back of his throat which only sent her flying higher into pleasure.

Tremors got her body, even as his fingers slid out of her to rub gentle circles on her skin. The cabin spun lazily around her as she came back to herself.

The Alpha changed positions and his arms came around her, hoisting her limp body until he held her twirled in his embrace like a child. She began to tremble and her teeth was chattering, but not from the cold. He reached for the suit jacket that had been laid over the back of the couch and rolled it around her body, still caressing bits of exposed skin as if she were a lap kitty in need of petting.

She took a minute to realize that he was not making any additional demands of her. He had not so much as moved to uncover what felt like a stunning appendage from the confines of his pants. As she slowly came down from the peak of orgasm, he seemed content just to hold her.

What was this? he asked.

When she dared to look up, shadowed eyes watched her.

“Can you stand?”

She paused only for a moment before nodding her head, “Yes, sir.”

He stood and placed her on her feet. His motions were now perfunctory, but he held her in an upright position for a moment until she could stand independently. The sheer size of his form was difficult to ignore, standing this close. Even in heels, the top of her head barely rose to the center of his chest.

Leda closed her eyes, feeling momentarily unconscious. None of this appeared real. She almost imagined that she would open her eyes to find herself standing back in her small bedroom, all of this a fever fantasy. But when she loosened her eyes again, he was still standing there, holding a white cotton coat in his hands. He removed the suit jacket that still hung like a cloak over her shoulder and wrapped the robe on her shivering body.

She still feels lt a keening sense of loss as his hands fell away. He extended to the other side of the room, shrugging back his arms into the wrinkled jacket.

“You will need a hot bath when you get back home,” he said, voice distant as if his mind

was already on more crucial things. 

“That will help with the soreness.” he added.

She did not border to explain how much he was showing his benefit. She hadn’t laid eyes on a bathtub for a very long time. And the shower appliance in her apartment had to be replenished with water heated on the stove so it barely attained temperatures higher than lukewarm.

“Is that it? Are we done?” She asked finally as he did lock his sleeve with his cufflinks.

“Sir.”

“For you.” He replied as he reached into an inner pocket and pulled out some dollar notes putting it on a nearby end table. 

“Do you need something else?” he asked.

“I just thought you were giving money for…” her voice trailed off.

“Sex?” He add as he smiles  faintly mocking and also somehow gorgeous at the same time. 

“I gave you money for subservience, that’s all. It’s nothing private, sweetheart, but I don’t fuck Betas.” He said out.

Leda fought off a surge of completely improper indignation at the last bit. It made no sense to get sickened, she should be happy to get away with this easily.

He slowly traversed the room towards her, halting when just a breath separated their bodies. 

She tried her best to avoid his “Never confuse this for something it is not.” 

The back of his hand went down her cheek, so lightly that she could have comprehended it. “I paid for compliance and you were perfect, little Beta.”he said

He was already at the exit before she could gather her thoughts enough to say. “Will we do this again?” 

The words flooded from her lips before she could stop them, full of a craving that she did not understand. He turned back, his face in profile, and put up a jet-black eyebrow.

“Would you like that?” he asked.

She did not hesitate, so surprising even herself as she answered, “Yes.”

The devastating smile came back, making her knees grow weaker.

“I presume anything is possible.”

It was only when the lock on the door clicked behind him that Leda realized that she didn’t even know his name.

It was only when the lock on the door clicked behind him that Leda realized that she didn’t even know his name.