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The club didn’t have a large sign; instead, it had an unmarked brass door set into polished stone. Inside, the air was low-lit and heavy with the scent of expensive perfume, lust, and old money. There was no harsh neon, no useless noise, no clatter of machines. Just velvet curtains draped along the walls, dim lights spilling softly over polished floors.
Around the room, lace and leather tangled in suggestive lines, bodies pressed close at private tables hidden in the shadows. A dancer was arching inside a hanging cage, moving slowly to the throb of music, while a man on a leash padded past with his handler, leather collar gleaming.
Murmurs, moans, and the crack of laughter bled together into heat, the whole place thrumming with decadent hunger.
Vi felt the eyes on her the moment she stepped in. It wasn’t hostile, just curious.
She wasn’t supposed to be here, not really. Gert had passed her the invitation with a grin and a “trust me, you will have fun,” but Vi could already tell this wasn’t her kind of crowd.
Despite everything, it was too polished. Too measured. Nothing like the messy chaos most people imagined when they thought of a sex club.
But want simmered low in her belly, and she knew this place would feed it. The edge clawing at her skin sharpened under the pheromones in the air, a tension begging to be burned off in sweat, heat, and release.
She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck the way she always did before stepping into the ring: a habit, muscle memory, a boxer’s prayer, and headed for the bar, forcing the tension in her shoulders to settle into confidence. Her black combat boots struck the floor with purpose as she moved past tables, dancers, and velvet ropes.
The mix of pheromones hit her hard, sharp and dizzying, but she pushed through it. By the time she reached the counter, she carried herself like the alpha she was: untouchable, commanding, and hot enough to make them stare.
She ordered an overpriced whisky but barely tasted it, leaning back against the polished wood. Her jacket and rough edges stood out, and she hated that she could feel it. But she was on a mission; she wasn’t in a rut, but it had been too long, too fucking long. Long enough that the ache in her gut sharpened, coiling low and demanding, leather tight at her groin, and the air was thick with heat and promise.
Vi skimmed the room again, eyes cutting through the dimmed sparkling lights. Sadly, it all looked rehearsed. Alphas puffing their chests, commanding respect, omegas simpering, and betas playing at roles they didn’t quite fit. It was so hollow and rehearsed. Pretty masks in a place that sold the illusion of rawness.
She didn’t want spectacles. She was looking for fire, something that would burn and strip down her swagger until it left her raw.
And just as the edge of disappointment started to creep in, she saw her.
A woman with long blue raven hair that gleamed under the dimmed golden lights, eyes the sharp cerulean of cut glass. Her figure was all elegance. Long, endless legs, a neckline made to tease, and tits that demanded every damn glance.
She sat still and calm in the middle of the rehearsed chaos.
Even when the club pulsed with heat, the heavy music hit the walls, and bodies pressed together next to her, she didn’t move. Didn’t need to. Her friends, or maybe just people hoping to be near her, leaned close, trying to get her attention. She gave them little. A slow sip from her glass and the smallest tilt of her head.
Every motion controlled, poised, and deliberate.
In a place built for losing yourself, she wore control like it was armor. And that made her impossible to ignore.
Then those eyes found Vi. Caught her staring, really. And the heat, the music, the crowd… it all blurred into nothing.
The woman wasn’t judging her. She was measuring. Weighing her with the slow, steady focus of a predator. And Vi felt it like teeth at the back of her neck, a low pull in her gut, low and sudden, her pulse stumbling hard.
“Fuck.” Vi swallowed, trying not to shift. Omegas weren’t supposed to look at her like that. They didn’t have the right.
The woman crossed the room unhurried, glass in hand, gaze steady. She didn’t lean on the bar, didn’t crowd. She just stood close enough next to her, and Vi felt the air tilt around her.
“You’re new,” she said. Not a question.
Vi barked a laugh, rougher than she meant. “That obvious?”
Her smile curved, sharp and knowing. She didn’t bother to answer right away. Instead, her eyes swept over Vi again, making it feel more seen than she liked. Then she tipped her glass, voice silky and deep.
“Darling, you may as well have ‘first-timer’ stamped on your forehead”.
Heat flared in Vi’s cheeks, a smirk tugging at her mouth as the words slipped out faster than she meant. But it wasn’t the stumble that shook her. It was the voice—polished, precise—that posh accent wrapping around each syllable like silk over steel.
Every word left her a little more off-balance.
“Well, subtle’s never really been my thing”, Vi drawled, leaning in with a crooked grin. “Maybe I wanted you looking".
But the bravado slipped the moment a cerulean gaze held her, stripping her bare.
The woman let the words hang, unacknowledged, as she turned her empty glass in one slow circle before setting it down on the counter with a quiet clink. Then she faced Vi fully, composed as ever, the air shifting like a trap closing.
“Come with me”.
No hesitation, no question. Just a line drawn, an orbit offered.
For a beat, Vi didn’t move. The command hung between them, sharp as a wire. Then her body moved before her alpha pride could catch up, boots carrying her off the bar and toward the back of the club.
She followed through the velvet-curtained hall, music and laughter dimming with every step, but even with that, the air grew thicker there, like the building itself was holding its breath.
Red doors lined in a long corridor, polished brass numbers gleaming in the low light. Some stayed closed, others breathed sound into the hall. Low moans, the whip of leather, the drag of chains, a pulse of heat and hunger laced with pheromones.
The woman never looked back to see if Vi was following. She didn’t need to; she could probably smell her. And Vi could smell her too. Cool and sharp beneath the heat of the hall. It coiled low inside her, tugging her forward, making her want to step closer just to breathe deeper.
The woman’s stride was measured, unhurried, every click of her leather stilettos falling in time with the hammer of Vi’s pulse. Vi’s own steps felt clumsy by comparison, too quick and eager. The swagger was slipping through her fingers, and she didn’t understand why.
Staff passed them in silence, offering her small nods of respect but sparing Vi not a single glance. The woman belonged here; Vi didn’t. And there was no mistaking it: this wasn’t the woman's first walk down these halls.
Vi’s throat went dry. She couldn’t tell if it was the air, or the way each step felt like sinking deeper into someone else’s territory.
They stopped at a door near the end of the corridor. She drew a key from her pocket, slid it into the lock with unhurried precision, and turned it.
Click.
She stepped through without a word, pausing only once to glance back. Not an invitation. An expectation, almost like an order.
Vi hesitated for the space of a breath, heat pulsating in her groin. Then, she crossed the threshold.
The door shut behind her, sealing out the noise of the club.
***
The private room glowed in dim red light, shadows stretched long across the walls, a weight settling over everything, full of something she couldn’t name. Chains hung in orderly lines from iron hooks, leather cuffs dangling beside them. Floggers and riding crops hung like ornaments. On a narrow shelf, tall red candles burned slow, wax running down polished silver holders.
The bed dominated the space, dressed in dark silk sheets that shimmered with ripples of crimson light. Its broad headboard was fitted with discreet steel rings at the corners, restraint disguised as design. It wasn’t a place to rest. It was a stage.
Everything was placed with precision, more ritual than decoration. Nothing here was accidental. Every piece was meant for use.
It shouldn’t have unsettled her. She was an alpha, after all, meant to lead, to take, to breed. Yet each breath left her shakier, as if the very air was stripping the fight from her.
Her pulse quickened, a drumbeat too loud in her ears. Heat prickled down her spine, sweat breaking across her temples and neck. A restless tremor rolled through her shoulders.
She flexed her fists, unclenched them, tried to hang on to the familiar weight of control, but the harder she held, the faster it slipped.
“You feel it, don’t you?” The woman’s voice was low and certain. The faint curl of her mouth wasn’t a smile, more like a smirk.
Vi’s breath stuttered. Each inhale dragged her deeper into that scent until it coated her tongue and left her dizzy. Heat pooled low in her belly, and her cock throbbed with desire and anticipation. Her arousal was growing sharper with each passing second.
The woman tilted her head, eyes glinting with quiet certainty. She closed the distance in unhurried steps. The sound of her stilettos echoed thought the room like gunshots. Then, she hooked two fingers through the belt loops of Vi’s leathers and pulled her closer.
The motion was slow and deliberate, yet it erased the space between them as surely as if the air had been locked away.
She leaned in, the difference in height enough to make Vi feel cornered, looked down on. Her scent pressed heavier, and Vi’s chest tightened under the sudden shift.
And then it struck her. Hard.
She wasn’t in control. The omega was.
Vi’s alpha instincts surged, desperate to anchor her, to keep her steady. But her body betrayed her, every nerve pulled taut as if on fire.
“You’re not holding the reins, alpha”, she murmured next to her ear, voice low and raspy. “Not tonight.” She finished the words by catching Vi’s earlobe between her teeth. It was enough to make Vi’s eyes roll back, her hips jerking forward on instinct.
The woman’s hand drifted down Vi’s arm in a slow trace, from bicep to wrist, before sliding neatly into her palm. The touch was deceptively gentle, almost tender, but the grip that followed left no space for refusal.
Cool skin pressed against hers, and every brush of contact sent a spark racing up her arm. They hadn’t kissed, hadn’t touched in any real way, yet it rattled through Vi’s nerves with the weight of something far too intimate.
She led her toward the center of the room, right in front of the inviting bed. The woman released her hand. The absence burned. Then, calm as ever, she gave the first command.
“Kneel.”
Vi shrugged, covering the thud of her pulse. She straightened her shoulders, trying to summon up the alpha swagger she wore like armor.
“Do you really think I’m gonna just… what? Drop to my knees for you? I don’t even know your name”.
The words hung in the air, rough and defensive, meant to sting or tease. But the woman didn’t flinch. She only regarded Vi with that same steady calm, as though her protest had been expected and already dismissed.
“You don’t need my name”, she said, each syllable edged with cool impatience.
“It’s not that hard,” Vi said with a crooked grin. “Name’s Vi, see?”
The woman’s gaze didn’t waver; if anything, it grew darker as she stepped closer, her omega scent winding tighter around them.
“Names belong outside these walls, and my name won’t make you come any harder.”
God. This was NOT a normal omega.
The woman didn’t wait. She reached for Vi’s jacket, sliding the leather off her shoulders in a precise motion, peeling away excuses as easily as the fabric. The jacket hit the floor with a dull thud.
Then she leaned in, lips brushing the bare curve of Vi’s shoulder. A kiss. Soft and deliberate. Another followed, and another one higher, grazing the hollow of her neck, dangerously close to where a bite might claim.
Vi’s breath stuttered, and she started shivering under the touch. She caught hold of the woman’s hips on instinct, not to take control, just to anchor herself.
She laughed softly, low and amused, the sound vibrating against Vi’s skin.
“Do you need my name…” she murmured, “...to take off my dress?”
Not in the slightest, Vi thought, but kept it behind her teeth.
Instead, Vi’s hand rose, fingers brushing the delicate straps at her shoulders. Calloused against silk skin. She hesitated only a breath before tugging one down, then the other. The dress slackened at once, sliding easy beneath her touch, like it had only been waiting for her to pull it free.
The fabric poured off her like water, heavy enough to pull Vi with it. By the time the dress pooled at the woman’s heels, Vi was looking up at her from her knees.
Damn it. She was on her knees without meaning to.
What she saw when she looked up knocked the air out of her.
Black lace threaded with straps carved sharp lines across the woman’s body, more frame than fabric. Each line of lace guiding the eye exactly where she intended. It covered everything and nothing all at once. Displaying her breasts and dripping cunt like a sacred art.
And Vi wanted nothing more than to rip it apart.
She knelt there, breath uneven, staring up at her like a starving animal.
Finally, the woman exhaled a soft, impatient sound, half laugh, half sigh.
“Is this it? All that alpha swagger, and you’re just kneeling there staring?” Her tone was low, laced with disdain. “Pathetic”.
The woman shifted her weight, cold fingers sliding down the lace over her stomach.
Lower and lower. Dreadfully slow and merciless.
Right where Vi’s eyes stuck.
Her fingers barely brushed the spot before a broken, wet sound slipped free. So filthy and obscene, it betrayed her own hunger.
Vi’s mouth watered with need. Her shaft was pulsating inside her pants, rock hard.
The woman’s gaze cut down at her, steady, unimpressed. “So what now? Going to stay there drooling? I thought you didn’t want instructions, puppy.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
She wanted to throw something back, something cocky, but nothing came. Just the ache. Lust. And want.
And then, before she even realized it, her lips were moving:
“Tell me what to do”.
The woman stared at her for a beat, gaze cutting, and then said, short and sharp: “Open your mouth”.
The command landed sharp, and before Vi could think, cold fingers trapped her chin. The other hand followed and two wet fingers forced past her lips, pressing heavy at the back of her tongue.
“Suck”.
A muffled sound caught in Vi’s throat as her lips closed around them, tongue dragging desperately, over the taste. They were slick, coated in the wetness the woman had teased out of her own cunt, and Vi lapped it up like she’d been starving for it.
She WAS starving for it.
“That’s it”, the woman murmured, gaze locked, “lick them clean for me”.
Her tongue worked clumsily at the creases, dragging over every ridge, desperate to catch all of it. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. When the hand finally pulled free, spit clung to her lips; a glistening sheen that made her flush hot with shame.
“So, do you want more, darling?” she asked.
Vi didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Her brain was gone, her body running on lust alone. All she could do was stare.
The woman didn’t wait. Her hand slid into Vi’s hair, grabbing her and guiding her forward until her lips met heat.
Vi groaned against her, the taste hitting hard. Salty, sharp, overwhelming. It was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.
She dove in greedily. Tongue stroking without rhythm, lips dragging roughly where they should have been soft. She wanted to be careful, to worship like she ought to, but restraint slipped through her fingers. This was no fine dining.
Fingers tightened in Vi’s hair, a tug sharp enough to steady her. The woman’s voice followed, cutting through Vi’s ragged breaths.
“Slower.”
Vi tried, dragging her tongue in long strokes instead of frantic ones, the taste blooming heavy and slick across her mouth. Her pierced nose pressed into her clit and her breath shuddered against soft skin.
“Yeah, just like that, right there…” The words dipped, threaded with control, and the woman’s grip guided Vi’s face back up, pressing her exactly where she wanted her.
Vi obeyed, sucking rougher, too eager again and the woman’s laugh broke low, edged like glass. “Oh, you greedy little alpha…”
A sharp pull jerked her back. Vi whined, half-frustrated, half-drunk with want, “...you’ll only take what I give you and nothing more”.
But Vi lunged back in. Reckless. Hungry. Her tongue worked in rough strokes with no care in the world. Hands slid up, grabbing at her ass, prying for more that hadn’t been offered.
She shifted higher, one hand sliding up without permission to clutch the woman’s thigh, throwing it over her shoulder just to sink deeper. No pace, no patience; every drag of her tongue was desperate. Too much, too soon.
But it worked. The woman’s breath hitched, her hips tipping despite the steel in her voice.
Vi staggered at the tremor of the woman’s leg resting on her shoulder, just before her hair was yanked back again, and then… it hit her, a gush, hot and fresh spilling across her face as the woman above her broke apart with a muffled scream. And Vi drank it all, as much as she could.
Oh, yes.
***
More. I want more. I need more.
That was the only thought rattling in Vi’s head as she tried to bury herself again, desperate for another taste. But a cool palm pressed hard against her forehead, holding her back like a misbehaving dog.
“You little brat”, the woman murmured, voice low and cutting. Her hand fisted in Vi’s tank top and yanked her upright with one sharp pull. “I told you to take what I give you. What gave you the right to make me come without permission?”
Before Vi could stumble out a word, she was shoved backward. The bed caught her behind the knees and silk sheets rushed up against her palms as she fell onto them.
What kind of omega is this? Vi thought. She’s so freaking strong.
The tall woman loomed above her, gaze unflinching, heeled boots planted firmly. “You’re used to needy little omegas, aren’t you? Soft ones who beg just to please you”. She bent low, her lips brushing Vi’s ear. ‘That’s not me.”
“Now get undressed. Don’t make me work for it when it should be the other way around.”
She was right, Vi realized, she was wearing far too many clothes. She fumbled, tugging at her tank top and bra with a desperation that mocked grace. Her boots were kicked off and discarded without a thought. She yanked, snagged, stumbled halfway. So fucking clumsy.
But it didn’t matter. The woman had already turned, fingers brushing the cuffs that hung waiting from the hooks on the wall. She plucked a pair loose and came back without hurry, pausing only long enough to drag the zippers down her boots. The leather creaked as she lifted one leg onto the bed, then the other, her movements languid. With slow precision she unzipped the tall stilettos, sliding free of them before setting each aside with a solid thud against the floor. Every motion was unhurried and sensual, a reminder that she alone dictated the pace.
By the time Vi reached for her belt buckle, the woman’s hand caught hers, pinning them to the mattress.
“Let me help you with that; these naughty hands of yours can’t seem to behave.”
Before Vi could speak, one cuff snapped shut around her wrist, then the other, tugging her arms up to the headboard with a long chain.
She was, in a way, deliciously trapped.
The woman leaned back, eyes raking over the sight of Vi spread out: half-dressed, bared chest heaving, wrists bound high. And her smirk curved slowly.
“Much better”, she whispered. “Now you actually look like you belong here”.
She bent low, fingertips brushing over the swell of Vi’s breasts and nipples.
Then lower, down the taut line of her abs, until she reached the edge of leather.
A kiss seared through the fabric—soft, almost mocking. Then her tongue followed, tracing the swollen bulge in slow, wet lines that glistened on the glossy surface. The leather held firm, unyielding, every barrier turning hotter, crueler. Each drag of her mouth gave nothing but the ache of what lay trapped beneath; friction without relief.
Vi bucked, pulling at the cuffs with a sharp clatter. The friction burned hotter than it should have, maddening in how little it gave her.
“Easy…” the woman murmured against her shaft, the vibration and breath sinking deep. “You’ll get there, but only when I say so”.
Her mouth worked lazily over the barrier of Vi’s clothes, each stroke slow enough, turning the worship into a cruel torture.
Then the woman pulled back, only far enough to catch the button of Vi's pants between her fingers. A tug and the leather yawned open. She drew the pants off with practiced ease, peeling the barrier away until Vi’s erection finally sprang free.
She was rock hard. The shaft was red and angry. Begging for more attention.
The woman’s brows lifted, just a fraction, surprise tempered into satisfaction. “Well, well”, she said, with her silky voice. “At least you have the size to justify all that swagger.”
She didn’t wait for Vi to bite back. A cold hand wrapped firm around the base, holding her like a leash. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue from base to tip, one long, claiming stroke that made Vi choke on a whimper.
The woman hummed, pleased, and did it again. Stupidly slowly. Savoring Vi for the second time.
Vi’s head tipped back against the sheets, wrists jerking in the cuffs. “F–fuck…” she stammered, voice cracking. She tried again, desperate to find her inner alpha, “If y—you keep that up, I’ll—”.
Another long stroke of tongue stole the air from her lungs. Her teeth clicked shut on the rest.
The woman glanced up through dark lashes, unimpressed. “You’ll what, darling?” she asked, voice maddeningly calm. “Come before I decide you’ve earned it?”
Vi swallowed hard, a flush crawling up her throat. Her lips parted, but only a ragged sound came out, half-growl, half-whine. And then the woman swallowed her down, deep and sudden, her throat stretching to take every impossible inch of Vi’s cock.
Vi bucked helplessly, body trembling, tugging at the cuffs as her hips thrust on instinct. “Holy shit!”, the sound torn out of her, guttural.
“Stay still, puppy, or I’ll stop”. The order cracked through her, sharp as a whip. Vi froze, her whole body shaking with the effort, every muscle quaking on the edge of release she wasn’t allowed to have.
The woman’s mouth was relentless. Her tongue dragged up the thick length of Vi’s cock, slow and wet, before circling the swollen head and sucking down hard, lips straining to seal tight around her girth until Vi’s vision blurred.
God. It wasn’t fair. She was using tongue, lips, and fingers. Everything. While Vi couldn’t even buck her hips. The cuffs rattled with every useless tug, the metal biting into her skin and leaving red marks on her wrists.
Her pulse hammered through her veins. Each time the woman hummed low around her shaft, the vibration ripped through her bringing her closer to the edge.
She could feel it... She was about to…
And then the woman tore away with a wet gasp, swollen lips pulling free, her spit slicking Vi’s length.
The sudden absence wrecked Vi.
Her cock fell hard and heavy against her stomach, still throbbing, still begging, and Vi swore she nearly lost her mind.
She wrenched at the cuffs, wrists burning, and her hips bucked at nothing but air.
She’d never been this ruined, not even in her worst ruts. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. She was raw and exposed.
“Whyyyyyy?!” she growled, ragged.
“I didn’t say you could come.” The reply was calm. Cruel.
Then the woman swung over her with deliberate grace, straddling Vi’s waist. Black lace stretched, thighs bracketing her hips, pinning her down harder than chains ever could.
Her scent poured down, thick and sweet, drowning Vi. The head of her cock twitched up helplessly, sliding against slick heat as she settled over her.
Vi’s eyes rolled back, a shiver tearing through her spine. Oh, Fuck. FUCK. She’s so wet.
Her mouth opened, words spilling raw and obscene before she could stop them. “God—you’re soaked, aren’t you? You’re… shit, you wanna ride me, don’tcha?”. She dragged a breath, half-mad, “You act so composed, but you’re dripping for it. Aren’t you?”
“You think pointing it out makes you in control?” she murmured. “All it proves is you can feel how badly I’ll ruin you.”
Her hips moved slowly against the thick length beneath her, dragging her heated and wet cunt over every inch without letting it in. Just grinding, painfully slow. “I’m going to ride you. And you’ll hold every drop until I say otherwise.”
***
The woman finally wrapped her hand around Vi’s cock, holding it steady like a weapon. Then, without hesitation, she sank down in one slow, ruthless motion—her slick heat stretching wide to take her, swallowing Vi to the base. No teasing. No warning. Just wet, perfect agony, her body struggling to contain every inch.
Vi’s breath broke into a ragged whimper, her back arching hard against the sheets, cuffs clattering above her head.
The woman set the pace without mercy. Hips grinding, rolling, slamming down hard enough to rattle the frame. The slap of it echoed through the room.
Vi felt it everywhere—the snug, unyielding grip of her body around her. She writhed, straining to meet her, but never taking the lead. Every sound that tore free was shameful. She couldn’t hold them back. Whimpers, pleas, curses—each one slipping loose, each one making her burn with fury. Furious that she sounded so weak. Furious that she couldn’t bite them down and keep her alpha pride.
The woman rode harder. Rhythm breaking. Vi’s back bowed off the sheets, mouth falling open on a guttural cry as electric pleasure ripped through her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Just the relentless squeeze of her, stretched so tight around her cock it felt like being crushed and devoured all at once.
And then, so subtle Vi almost missed it, there was a shift. The woman breath caught sharp, lips parting, the sound spilling raw and broken. The mask she’d worn so carefully was cracking, fissures spreading with every thrust until there was nothing left but need.
Vi lay beneath her, dazed, lost in the fever of it until it hit her. She saw it. The tilt of her head, the tremor in her thighs, the way her jaw locked like it could hold everything together when it already wasn’t.
She was... The woman was losing control.
For the first time that night, she was watching the omega above her unravel—and it shook her to the core.
What was it? The pheromones bleeding heavy in the air? The tension strung too tight? The sharp edge of release clawing its way through?
And then another truth slammed into her, cruel and raw: the woman hadn’t looked at her. Not once. Not when she dragged her to the bed. Not during the ruthless blowjob. Not during the grinding, the thrusting, the relentless pace tearing Vi apart.
It was unbearable. Vi bucked, her voice breaking raw.
“Look at me”
No answer. Just another brutal grind.
“Damn it, please, look at me…”
The woman froze mid-thrust, her body trembling above Vi. For a heartbeat, silence swallowed the room. Then her gaze fell.
Blue flame met red hunger.
Vi’s chest seized. The world narrowed to that single look like being struck open. It lasted only a second, but it was enough. Enough to strip the mask clean off.
Her lips parted on a sound she didn’t mean to make. Nails raked down Vi’s chest as she slammed back down, grinding until slick heat swallowed her whole. The mask was gone. Only need remained. Wild. Consuming.
And then it happened: for one raw, shattering second, the woman couldn’t look away. The sight of Vi undone beneath her, begging, cracked something she swore she’d never give to any alpha: intimacy.
Her body convulsed around Vi’s cock, climax ripping through her in violent waves that left her trembling.
She wrenched upright on a ragged breath, pleasure shuddering through her even as fury surged in to claim her. And the heat of it broke free in a single motion—while her hand striking across Vi’s cheek, not to injure, but sharp enough to sting.
“Don’t you ever think you can take that from me,” she hissed, fingers clamping hard around Vi’s jaw. “I look when I choose, not when you beg”.
Her hips stayed pressed firm to Vi’s, pinning her in place, control reclaimed even as her breath shook. Ice burned in her eyes as she held Vi there, forcing her to feel the weight of it.
Vi’s chest heaved, her body strung tight between denial and need. For once, she didn’t fight. Didn’t try to wrench control back. Something inside her had already cracked.
Her voice came out hoarse and ragged.
“Then… at least… let me come.”
The plea hung there, foreign on her tongue. It wasn’t a challenge, just an unbearable need.
Blue eyes narrowed, weighing the surrender. The silence between them pulsed, heavy, until finally her hand loosened on Vi’s jaw. She slid off in one smooth motion, Vi’s cock springing free with a wet drag that wrenched a gasp from them both—but for Vi, the loss of that merciless clamp was brutal. She choked on the shock of it, body twitching as her cock throbbed in the open air, while the woman, steady and unhurried, reached for the cuffs.
The click of the locks opening was louder than any scream.
“Careful what you beg for”, she murmured, climbing back up over her, deliberate as ever. She caught Vi’s throat in her hand, pushed her down into the sheets. Her thighs bracketed Vi’s hips, holding her caged.
“You want release?” Her lips brushed her ear, hot and cutting. “Then you’ll take me like this.”
The woman shifted, hands clamping down on Vi’s thighs and forcing them wide, shoving them up until her knees pressed almost to her chest. Vi’s spine arched with the strain, every muscle screaming, her arms useless and wrists deadened from being locked too long. She had no ground to fight from, no leverage at all.
The omega loomed over her in the Amazon press, gaze steady. She rolled her hips forward, grabbing Vi’s shaft and sliding down onto her again, deeper than before, the angle brutal, punishing for both of them.
Vi gasped, the sound torn out of her chest. She was folded, pinned, exposed in a way she’d never been. Her cock twitched, buried to the hilt, every nerve alight. And freedom didn’t feel like freedom at all.
“Look at you”, the woman breathed, her voice silk in venom. “Folded up, dripping, begging. Some alpha. You don’t deserve this pussy”.
Her hips slammed forward again. Vi choked on a broken sound, her hands clawing at the woman’s shoulders, her chest heaving with every brutal thrust.
“Keep your eyes on me”, the woman ordered, her nails digging crescents into Vi’s thighs as she fucked down hard. “You begged for this, puppy. Now watch and give me every drop. Every inch”.
Vi couldn’t look away if she tried to, not with the woman holding her open like prey.
Her knees pressed back to her chest, her own muscles useless against the woman’s weight. Every thrust drove deeper, harder, and Vi’s vision blurred at the edges, her mouth falling open with ragged, helpless sounds.
“F–fuck—please…” she choked, her voice breaking. Heat pooled low in her belly.
The woman’s pace never faltered, her eyes locked on Vi’s face, cold and merciless. “Please what?” she snapped, her words cutting like a lash.
Vi’s alpha pride cracked. “Please—I can’t—”
The woman’s lips curved, sharp as a blade. The sight of Vi, trembling and begging, sent a rush of triumph flooding through her veins and down to her cunt. She leaned down until her mouth brushed Vi’s ear.
“But you beg so pretty”, she hissed, “are you sure you want to come?”.
Vi’s breath tore out in shuddering gasps. She nodded, frantic.
“Alright, I think you’ve begged enough”, she growled, hips grinding down harder. “Be a good boy and give it to me.”
Her voice was a whip crack in the haze.
“Come for me... NOW!”
The command hit like a strike to Vi’s core. Her body snapped, back arched off the bed as her climax tore through her with violent force.
She cried out, raw, shameless. The sound broke high as her cock exploded inside the wet, malicious cunt. She spilled, hot release tearing through her in violent spurts, her muscles locking tight, every vein of her shaft straining as though her body could no longer contain it. The orgasm tore through her like fire, brutal and ripping her apart from the inside out.
But the woman didn’t stop.
Her hips kept moving, grinding down mercilessly, keeping her buried deep while Vi twitched helplessly still inside her.
Each thrust came faster, cruelly deliberate, dragging her through the aftershocks until the sharp edge of pleasure twisted into something unbearable.
“Stop, it's too much—too much” Vi gasped, thrashing under the press of Caitlyn’s weight. Her cock was still spilling, oversensitive.
“Shhh”, Caitlyn breathed, the sound low, mocking, her hands digging into Vi’s thighs to keep her wide open. “You begged me for this and you’ll take all of it”.
Her hips rolled again, grinding down until Vi’s ragged moans broke into sobs of overstretched bliss.
“You think you’re finished?” the woman hissed, her voice razor-sharp against Vi’s ear. “I’ll decide when we’re done.”
Vi bucked weakly beneath her, spent and ruined, but the woman only rode harder, milking every twitch until pleasure blurred with pain.
Her body convulsed every nerve lit raw, and still, something new coiled low in her gut. Hot. Heavy. Pressure building at the base of her cock. Her eyes went wide as the swell throbbed harder, spreading thick.
“N–no, fuck, I—” she gasped, thrashing against the woman’s weight. “I’m knotting…”
The woman’s eyes flicked down, a flash of something between surprise and triumph as she felt the knot swell. Her laugh broke low, incredulous.
“Really? Out of rut?”
Her hands and nails dug into Vi’s neck, savoring the way she squirmed beneath her.
“Does your body want me that much, puppy?”
The knot gave a hard pulse, just beginning to swell. Vi couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t fight it. She was trapped. Inside her, under her, even bound by her own instinct.
“Yes—yes, god, yes,” Vi choked, her eyes glassy, begging. “Mngh—please!”
The woman grabbed her face with both hands, and in a low voice she said: “Well, we don’t get to stop. I told you. I’ll take every drop, every inch. And right now…” her hips sank lower, “that includes your stupid knot”.
The woman cried out, her cunt straining, stretching unbearably tight as it swallowed her down inch by inch. The burn snapped into pleasure, white-hot, her climax tearing loose as the knot seated deep.
Vi shattered with her, a sob breaking out of her chest as her cock throbbed and spilled, hot spurts pouring into the heat that clamped tight around her. It wouldn’t stop, the release came in waves, crushing, endless, until the knot swelled to its full size and sealed them together. Leaving only the raw, consuming ache of being trapped inside her.
***
It took her a minute or two, but eventually, Vi lifted her shoulders from the bed, abs locking tight as she dragged herself upright, muscles screaming as she forced herself out of the crushing fold. With a strained shift, her thighs slid down from where they’d been trapped, trembling as she slipped them free. She pushed her tights beneath the woman’s hips, hauling her closer.
The knot kept them fused, every motion sharp and aching, but Vi bore the weight anyway. Her arms slid up around the woman’s waist, locking tight, and with a guttural flex she dragged them both toward the edge of the bed until her feet found the floor. Planting herself there, Vi gathered the woman fully against her chest, arms wrapping around the small of her back and forehead falling on her shoulder.
The blue-eyed woman was limp and spent, but her nails dug weakly into Vi’s shoulder blades, her forehead pressed to Vi’s neck. Her breath came in ragged pulls, her whole body was trembling, and she clung only enough to steady herself while Vi carried her.
Vi was holding her, desperate to keep the woman pressed tight, as if letting go would kill her.
Fuck, she’d never knotted anyone before. That was supposed to be for a mate.
Instinct roared through her, feral and consuming. She buried her face in the woman’s neck, hiding and ashamed.
The need to claim throbbed at the edges of her mind, unbearable and stupid.
She was a stranger, a mistress who had just ruined her in the best possible way and nothing more. But the alpha instinct didn’t care. It demanded. It screamed.
Claim. Bite. Breed.
With one desperate effort to cage the desire back, Vi bit down on the woman’s shoulder, trying to stay the fuck away from her scent gland. It wasn’t a true claim, just teeth, sharp and shaking, driven by instinct she couldn’t tame.
What the hell was wrong with her?
The woman cried, half-snarl, half-moan. Her cunt clenched tight around Vi, trembling as another violent wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her nails raked down Vi’s back, leaving hot welts, her fury colliding with her own climax.
“You dare…” she spat, voice shredded from release. Blood welled faint on her bitten shoulder, the proof of Vi’s lapse etched into her skin.“...even when you are broken, you try to take what isn’t yours”.
Vi whimpered, still latched to the shoulder. Glassy-eyed, helpless, and undone. Horror mingling with the raw ecstasy of knowing her own body had betrayed her in the worst ways.
She shuddered, the knot pulsing warmly inside the woman, eyes glazed with wrecked need. “I—I couldn’t…” The words broke, ragged, and raw. “You make me feel… so fucking helpless and weak.”
The anger in the woman's chest faltered, replaced by something far more dangerous. She hated that Vi’s ruin made her feel powerful and exposed in the same breath.
It was so stupid. This was NOT a normal alpha.
She was buried deep inside of her, and still, she was too desperate, too submissive, too adorable.
She could have answered with a slap, a sneer, or another command to remind her who held the leash.
Instead, she caught the alpha’s jaw, and dragged her tongue across Vi’s lips in a slow, deliberate swipe—just enough to taste.
“Caitlyn, my name is Caitlyn, puppy”, she whispered on the alpha's lips, and then she did the unthinkable, and she shattered the distance, crushing their mouths together in a searing kiss.
It was all tongue and need, bruising and unrelenting, her hunger pouring into Vi like fire. Lips crashed and dragged, tongues tangling in a messy, perfect rhythm.
Every nip stung, every wet slide soothed, the taste of her flooding Vi’s senses until nothing else existed. It was consuming and desperate—and yet it sealed the moment in pure, breathless bliss.
When she finally pulled back, her lips hovered close, breath hot against Vi’s mouth.
“Caitlyn…” Vi breathed it out, eyes still closed, undone by the name as if it alone might loosen Caitlyn’s hold.
The name sank into her like a brand—deeper than the knot, sharper than any bite. A truth, claimed and given in the same moment.
And for Vi, that was the most intimate act of the night.