Page 71 of His Master

I was just on the edge of blissing out completely when Victor pulled back enough to pop his cock from my mouth. He was still coming, and with a few swift strokes, he spent the last of his orgasm all over my face, marking me as his.

“Beautiful,” he panted, watching me as I gasped for breath and shuddered with need as I knelt before him.

It shouldn’t have been so satisfying to let him put me in the place he wanted me so definitively. Then again, maybe satisfaction was exactly what I should be feeling in that moment when each of us was getting exactly what we wanted and neededfrom each other. I didn’t have to fit my experience into whatever society saw as right or wrong.

As if Victor could sense my deeper acceptance of the two of us, which I knew he could, he grabbed my chin and tilted my messy face up to him.

“I love you,” he said, then bent so that he could kiss me passionately.

The peace that unfurled in me was like stretching after being confined for a long time. I was so happy, and so grateful to the universe for bringing me and Victor together.

The intensity of the heat wave that now had me fully in its grip was too powerful to let me enjoy that feeling for long, though.

“Someone needs to be knotted,” Victor growled as he ended our kiss.

“Yes, Master. Please,” I said, weeping with the intensity of that need.

“Up,” Victor ordered, hooking his fingers in the ring at the front of my collar and wrenching me to my feet.

I rose, though my legs were so wobbly I felt like I would fall over at any second, and let him drag me into the bedroom. He moved like I was some hapless, captured omega that he was force-breeding, but the truth couldn’t have been farther from that.

“I want to play with you and see you suffer for me,” Victor panted by the time we reached his bed, our bed now. He took a moment to retrieve a bottle of spermicide from his bedside table. “But this need to knot you is huge.”

I felt his awe and desperation through the bond. That thrilled me, too.

I was about to make the suggestion that he just take me this first time and that we would play with the things we were feeling during another wave, but he beat me to it.

Without bothering to pull back the covers and slide between the bedsheets, Victor spun me to face him, then pushed me back so that I fell onto his bed. Before I could even catch my breath, he looped his arms under my knees, yanking my legs apart and lifting my hips at the same time.

I grabbed my legs when he folded me to expose my ridiculously wet, pulsing hole. He fumbled with the spermicide bottle to open the nozzle, then squirted what felt like a gallon of it into me. Then, without a shred of hesitation, he guided his cock to my hole and pushed in.

We both cried out at the pure rightness of being joined that way. Once he’d worked his way deep into me, he leaned over me and took my legs again, pinning me so that I couldn’t have moved away from his ferocious thrusts if I’d wanted to. I helped the illusion that he was forcing himself on me by stretching my arms over my head and touching my wrists together like my restraints were fastened.

“Mine,” Victor growled, feral in the ferocity of his thrusts. “My omega.Mine.”

I panted and whimpered as his thrusts felt like they were rearranging my insides. I was so grateful he’d used the spermicide, because every instinct I had wanted his seed to fill me and take hold. The omega urge to have a baby was all-encompassing.

But that was nothing to the shocking moment when Victor’s cockhead pressed hard against the mouth of my womb, and without a second of hesitation, my womb opened for him, sucking him straight in.

I’d never had a breeding orgasm before. I didn’t think omegas ever had them during the first day of their heat, let alone the first wave, but there it was, blinding in its intensity as I started to come.

Victor felt it, too. He cried out with pleasure, pumping hard as his knot swelled, not only locking us together, but locking the tip of his cock inside my womb. I felt awe and wonder from him, along with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, as we both sailed through the single most intense feeling anyone could have.

It was like being consumed in undiluted pleasure, like becoming that pleasure in every cell of my body. My womb radiated with it, and I couldn’t stop coming, even though I doubted I had that much fluid in me. I felt the same from Victor as well, like his orgasm continued on and on, even though he had nothing left in his balls to give me. My belly grew rounder with the volume of what he pulsed into me.

Best of all, the bond between us flared to something so wide and magnificent that it felt like the two of us were one. I not only felt everything he was feeling, I understood him on a profound level.

Even after the intensity of the orgasm passed and the two of us were left exhausted, limp, and still joined by Victor’s knot, I felt so happy and connected that there weren’t words for it.

“I love you,” I panted when I finally had a voice, as the two of us lay curled around each other on our sides, still together.

“I’m so glad I found you,” Victor purred, stroking my body and causing aftershock orgasms that made me feel so good. “I swear, Simon, I will protect you and honor you for the rest of our lives.”

I smiled, but was beyond words. I could only send reciprocating emotions back to him through the bond. Victor was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I swore to myself I would be the best thing that ever happened to him for the rest of our lives and beyond.

EPILOGUE

Victor

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