The Forbidden Alpha

Olivia

He removes his finger, and then the head of his thick cock is pressing against me. I can feel his head at my entrance and I try to move away from it, away from him. His strong hand comes crashing down on my free hand and pushes down.

All of a sudden, I’m full. I cry out and still. Shane grips my hips and shoves the rest of the way into me. My body is wracked with pain, and despite my best efforts, I can’t get free. I know there’s no hope, I’m handcuffed to the table.

“Fuck, that feels tight,” he groans.

My legs shake and I close my eyes. He doesn’t give me a second to breathe before he pulls out of me and pushes into me. My body shoves forward on the table and he pulls out of me shoving me into the table again and again.

Shane presses a hand to my back and shoves me flat against the table. My breasts hurt and he continues sinking into my ass. It hurts. It hurts.

“Breathe,” Gem cries. Her voice reminds me that I’m not alone. I have Gem. I try to focus on her as my body continues to rock back and forth on the table. My breasts pressed firmly against the table hurt.

He’s brutal in his thrusts. He’s driving hard into my ass and I don’t dare move. His other hand is still gripping my waist, his fingers digging deeper as he continues taking what he wants from me.

His cock is in my ass and I can’t take it. He’s thickening, I open my eyes and look around the room. I need something, something to focus on to take me away from what’s going on. My eyes fall on Liam, standing guard by the door not looking at me.

Thank Goddess for that. I focus on his hair, his eyes, his hands. I can’t block out the pain or the sound of the table scraping against the concrete floor but I can focus on something. I focus on the man with blonde hair.

Shane continues his relentless pace and I didn’t realize he could go harder. He grunts with each thrust and I pray that he’s close. He pulls outs of me and then hot cum hits my back.

“Just think… your mate felt all of that,” he says before he takes a step back. I can’t stop the tears that fill my eyes and run over. They fall down my cheeks and onto the cold steel table.

Fingers touch my lips and I jerk away from his fingers. He circles my clit with my thumb again and again. I hate him. I hate this. I hate that my body likes it. I’m humiliated and disgusted with him, with myself.

“Look how wet you are for this, Olivia. What do you think your mate would think of this?” He says.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I don’t think he’d be happy to know his mate was wet for another,” he chuckles. His fingers continue their assault on my clit and I can’t hold the moan that escapes my lips.

Fuck, I hate this. I hate this. “Please,” I cry. Please stop. His fingers don’t even slip into my wetness when I almost cum just from the clit play. There’s a swoosh, instant pain spreads on my ass as I’m hit with the flogger again.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum, pet.”

I hate the nickname. I want to gouge his eyes out, I want to rip his heart out of his chest. Goddess I hate him. His fingers find my clit again and he runs circles around my clit again. He flicks it and my body jerks forward and noise fills the room as the table screeches against the floor.

“You like that pet?” He murmurs.

I don’t answer. I cry silently. I hide my face from him, I plead with the Goddess to end this. To stop this… but it doesn’t stop. His fingers speed up, he relentlessly rubs my sensitive nub.

Shane doesn’t let up and my hips move on their own accord. I have no control of my hips as they grind against his fingers. No, no, please.

Heat spreads throughout my body and my breathing picks up. Wetness pours out and coats his fingers. I’m about to cum again when he stops and his fingers disappear from my wetness.

I’m a puddle, full of shame as I lay on the table, naked in front of these men. There’s another woosh and I brace for the impact on my ass. My body jerks in pain when the flogger comes down on my spread lips.

“Ah,” I cry out before biting down on my lip. No.

His fingers find my clit again and my hips grind against his fingers. I’m filled with shame as my body continues to react to his touch. I feel sick, I could throw up. The bile rises in my throat but it won’t come out.

I gasp as two fingers slip past my wet lips and deep into my pussy. With the flick of the wrist, he reaches a new spot. A sweet spot and I almost beg for the release. I need this over, I need this need to disappear.

My pussy starts to clench around him when his fingers disappear again. The same whoosh fills the air and pain stabs my wet aching core.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you,” he laughs. His fingers trail along my ass cheeks and brush against my lips. “When I’m done with you, you’ll call me master,” he says darkly.

I turn my head and spit onto the floor. He’s fucking disgusting. I shouldn’t have done that, I should have held it in. A hiss fills the air and this time his palm comes down on my ass, hard.

He lifts his hand again and slaps my ass. Again and again. Pain. Minutes pass and he continues to slap my ass until the pain disappears and is replaced by numbness.

“Submit to me, pet.”