Page 114 of Knot Playing Fair 2

A muscular, olive-skinned woman with spiky hair, the tips dyed bright purple and blue, lay strapped to a gurney, naked and writhing. She moaned and growled as though trapped in a mating rut, obviously hamming it up for the camera. There was nothing fake about the erect alpha clit jutting out from its sheath between her legs, though. I tilted my head, taking it in... because,damn.

“Where do porn producersfindthese people?” I asked, unable to help myself. “Or... does someone just naturally gravitate toward the adult entertainment industry if they’re born with a giant freaking alpha clit?”

Emiel snickered, some of his tension leaching away. “It’s pretty big, all right.”

A blond male omega wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard entered from stage right. He pushed chunky tortoiseshell glasses up his nose, frowning down at his imaginary notes.

“Well, ma’am,” he drawled. “I’m afraid it’s confirmed. The blood tests have come back from the lab—you’re in full rut, and there’s only one treatment that will alleviate your symptoms.”

The sultry female alpha snarled and snapped her teeth at him—too playful to be anything but fake.

“Now,” said the omega, putting his clipboard on a nearby medical tray and retrieving a ball gag that conveniently happened to be there. “Let’s just make sure you can’t accidentally bite me while I administer the treatment, shall we?”

He positioned the gag in her mouth and buckled it into place with unrealistic ease, while the alpha rolled her head back and forth artistically, moaning.

“It gets a lot better as soon as they stop talking,” Emiel muttered.

“You’ve just described basically every porn video ever made,” I assured him, squeezing his arm.

He was right, though. With the alpha suitably restrained, the omega ‘doctor’ ran a proprietary hand down the midline of her torso from throat to clit, and I shivered in empathy as she arched into the contact like a cat.

The omega was surprisingly hot, too. Careful camera angles had hidden the fact that he was naked beneath his long white coat. When he shed it, the sleek, hairless body beneath wasathletic and toned. I shifted position, not proud of the low throb that seemed to be setting up shop in my pussy, but unable to deny it, either.

“There now,” The omega said soothingly, hopping gracefully onto the gurney to straddle his ‘patient.’ “Let the doctor make you feelall better.”

The so-called plotline was objectively cringeworthy, just like the vast majority of porn I’d seen during my lifetime. And yet, as Emiel had said, once the actors stopped talking and started fucking, there was an undeniable beauty to it. Bad acting gave way to attractive bodies moving together—one wild and thrashing within its restraints, the other soothing and sensual.

I rubbed my thighs together, aware of my scent rising around me.Moreaware of the growing bulge in Emiel’s gray sweats, and the way his breathing had grown soft and ragged. I felt his eyes on me, as though he was splitting his attention between the screen, and my reaction to what was happening on it.

I was aware that he needed feedback from me—still unsure about what he was revealing to another person for, I guessed, the first time in his life.

“I like the way the omega is taking care of her,” I said softly. “Being so gentle even though she’s frantic with need.”

Emiel caught his breath, a heavier burst of cinnamon and citrus exploding in my nose.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s what I liked about it. He’s not scared of her. He’s in control, making sure they both get what they want.”

I filed that away in a mental folder marked ‘Utmost Importance, Do Not Disregard,’ as we watched the coupling proceed to its natural conclusion. The omega flung his head back, fisting his modest cock as he rode his alpha captive to completion. An admittedly unlikely volume of clear spunk andslick erupted from his dick and passage as he arched and clenched, his muscles jerking through an orgasm.

The alpha keened through her gag, bucking through her own climax before her muscles gradually relaxed into quiescence.

“There you go,” the omega murmured, draping himself over her as a rumbly purr began to emanate from her chest. “All better.”

He closed his eyes in contentment, the video fading to black as the exhausted alpha knotted him, their bodies tied together.

After a moment, Emiel exited the browser and flipped the screen closed. Once he set the laptop aside, he didn’t seem to know quite what to do next.

“That wassuperhot,” I said, viscerally aware of the heavy atmosphere of pheromones choking the room. “There’s a lot about that video that I liked. Can I ask a question, though?”

I didn’t reallywantto ask the question... but Ineededto, because this was a scenario Emiel seemed serious about actually putting into practice. If so, there was something I had to know first, even though it was going to be uncomfortable for both of us.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

I swallowed to wet my dry throat. “If you’re restrained, you don’t have to worry about me getting hurt. But, Emiel...youwere the one who was hurt when you were young. Won’t being helpless bring those feelings back?”

His eyes, when they met mine, were very dark and very deep. “You would never hurt me, Mia.”

Irrational tears clogged my throat, and I had to swallow back the emotion before I could speak.

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