Rough by Sara Fields (ereader iphone txt) 📕

simmering heat began to build across my naked cheeks. I tried to twist and turn my hips to avoid him, but I soon found it was impossible to fight the firm hold he had on my wrists. I tried kicking my legs and soon found that it was a terrible mistake because his fingers curled inward just enough to spank the outer folds of my pussy. Those stung the most and I quickly pressed my thighs back together in hope of avoiding any more smacks against my most tender flesh.

“Wait. You don’t have to do this,” I protested.

“I am your alpha. I will do whatever I please with this beautiful body,” he snarled, and a hard shiver of instinctual submission came over me.

His cruel palm rained down on my bare bottom, from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the tops of my thighs. When he focused on the lower curves of my buttocks, I found it difficult to keep quiet and I had to bite my lip even harder in order to not make a sound.

I didn’t want those watching to know how much this was beginning to hurt. I refused to show just how much a punishment like this unnerved me to the very core.

His hand cracked hard against the middle of my thigh and my lips opened in a silent cry as the fire flared even hotter across my skin. What had begun as a heated simmer had quickly turned into a blazing fiery sting that was beginning to burn out of control.

“Please. I’ll do whatever you want,” I cried out and he ignored me. I should have known he would.

He punished my thighs hard and I couldn’t help myself as I whimpered for the first time in pain. I gasped, clamping my lips shut with shame, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to do as he wished. My cheeks burned with the humiliation of being punished like a child in front of the very enemy I’d been sent to destroy, but right now none of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was the building pain of his palm against my backside.

Again, and again, it snapped against my scalded flesh. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take without falling apart. I didn’t want everyone to see me cry. I sincerely hoped he wouldn’t make me, not in front of the entire crowd.

I hated him for this, but as the stern chastisement continued, I realized that I hated something even more than his firm hand. I loathed the way my body was reacting even more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the rampant arousal gathering inside me.

Even with my legs pressed together, I knew that everyone watching would be able to see the wetness gathering between my thighs. They’d know that the omega within me would be responding to the dominance of my alpha, that my body wanted him to take me as nature intended.

I didn’t want them to see. I wanted to hide it and he was making me display that to every pair of eyes in the crowd. I cried out as I thought about how my wetness was likely glistening in the lights overhead, how it was dripping down on my thighs, how they’d be able to see how my legs were trembling with my own desire.

What they couldn’t see was the ball of arousal rolling inside my core. They couldn’t see how hard my nipples were against the table and they couldn’t feel how my clit was throbbing in ache for his touch.

No one had ever made me feel that way and I hated how the man who didn’t even want me had done that to me most of all.

His palm turned crueler, spanking me even harder. Before long, it became impossible to hold in my cries anymore and the longer it went on, the louder my wails became. He thoroughly punished the entirety of my backside and the backs on my thighs and just when I thought I would lose control and start to cry, he paused and admired his handiwork.

“An omega needs a bright red bottom to remind her of her place, don’t you agree?” he exclaimed and the people of Kingsworth roared in approval. I felt myself redden with embarrassment, but what came next truly made me blush.

His fingers lingered along the backs of my thighs and he dragged his nails across my sensitive flesh. A soft keening sound escaped my lips as the harsh sting of pain bit into me even as my body arched into his ruthless touch.

Then those same fingers drew upward and dipped in between my thighs. His fingers felt like a flame to my needy flesh and I found myself pressing up against him in hopes that he would continue touching me there until I found what I was looking for.

“My, my, little omega, such a wet little pussy for your alpha,” he declared, and I froze as his fingertips dragged along my soaked folds. I squeaked with shame and tried to press my legs even more firmly together, but it did nothing to dissuade the determined man who held me captive.

“I hate you,” I whispered boldly.

“I know you do, little omega,” he answered softly. “But I don’t care. You will submit to me tonight.”

As punishment for my open defiance, he forced his foot in between my ankles and made me spread my legs. With remarkable swiftness, his palm cracked hard against my pussy and I wailed as the scalding sting raced across my most tender flesh. I couldn’t keep quiet as he spanked my pussy and I struggled to take every last one.

The spanking on my bottom had been painful, but as his palm punished my pussy, I realized that the smacks between my legs hurt even more. I tried to keep my legs apart, but it proved to be impossible. I wailed and tried to hold myself together. Nothing stopped the ascent