Page 6 of The Sad Omega

Please don't edge me tonight, I thought as I felt the dampness flush through the back of my pants.

A pink tongue emerged from between his kissable lips and ran along the upper one. It glistened, tantalizingly. I wanted to be that tongue. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to fall at his feet.

"Irian." His deep voice stirred me from my reverie; there was just a hint of alpha in it. "Too many clothes for the bedroom, Omega."

Ooh, so that was how we were playing it tonight. Role play. I didn't mind a bit of that at all.

"Y-yes, A-Alpha." I dropped my eyes and my clothes just as fast.My breathing suddenly fast and shallow, little pants that came out in rapid huffs. My skin prickled with anticipation.

"Come over here. I have something for you," his words were like honey over gravel. I quivered. Oh my Goddess, I was gone for this man.

Talius slid down to sit at the end of the bed, legs apart, feet braced on the floor.

"Knees," he growled.

Yes, yes, yes!I slid to my knees between his thighs.

How did he know this was what I needed tonight? As much as I wasn't a truly submissive omega, there were moments when it was heavenly to give up control and let my alpha direct me. And if I was honest, there was something excitingly kinky about pretending to be submissive during sex. It was a huge turn on for me. I was a very lucky omega, to have a mate who read me so well.

I took up a submissive position, sitting back on my heels, knees spread apart, hands behind my back and head bowed.

A suppressed chortle above me had me risking a quick glance up at Talius.

"Very submissive," he said, lips twisting in a wry grin. He was subtly laughing at me, since outside the bedroom I was never so obligingly submissive. Although I would always ultimately and willingly submit to him, since he was my alpha, I was the feistiest omega to ever omega.

"Fuck off," I muttered, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be submissive.

"Oh, no, Omega," Talius growled. "That is not acceptable. Up here. Now." He patted his bare thighs.

I shivered. I knew what was coming next.

I got to my feet as gracefully as I could. I draped myself across his thighs, my hard cock pressed against his leg, bare ass in the air. I may have rubbed against his leg a little, enjoying the friction. Sometimes I was a bad omega.

The crack of Talius' hand against my ass startled me as much as the sharp burst of pleasure-pain, and I jumped a little.

"Be still, Omega. And no pleasuring yourself."

I resisted the urge to huff, but stopped rubbing.

"This is for the swearing." Crack!

"And this is for the attitude." Crack! Crack!

The smacks weren't actually that hard, but my dick had gone extra hard anyway. There was nothing fake about the whimper that tumbled from my lips.

"And this... this is because you're sexy as fuck and I love you." Crack! Crack!

My ass cheeks flushed with heat. They stung delightfully. Talius ran a soothing hand over them, rubbing gently with his palm.

Then a couple of fingers slipped down my crack and slid over my hole. He rolled his fingers, coating them with my slick. He pressed a single finger inside, and there was hardly any resistance I was so turned on and my slick running so hard. I moaned.

A second finger joined the first and pumped in and out of me a couple of times.

"Mmmm," I was struggling to stay quiet. I wanted more. Normally, Talius would give me everything I wanted, but with tonight's role play, if I demanded more, I knew I'd get less. I pressed my lips together hard, forcing the sounds to stay inside.

Talius pressed in deeper and then he ...

"Ah!" I screamed as jets of warm cum shot from me with such force that strings of the creamy liquid landed on Talius' other thigh. It trickled through the coarse hairs and dripped onto the carpet beneath us in a puddle.

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