Vengeance in His Bed

The demand hung heavily in the air.

Seeing her hesitation, Dorrent let out a dark, impatient grunt. He kept his left hand firmly on the steering wheel, navigating the fast-moving lanes of the highway, while his right hand reached down to snap the release lever on her wrist restraints. The heavy leather cuffs popped open, freeing her upper body, but before she could even think of pulling away or covering her exposed chest, his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck with unyielding strength. He forced her torso downward, pushing her head toward his lap, guiding her trembling lips directly to his thick, pulsing cock.

The moment Jannah’s lips parted and her mouth took the massive, burning head of his shaft, Dorrent let out a deep, guttural grunt of pure satisfaction. He couldn’t control his primal instincts; his hips instinctively surged upward, forcing his cock deep into her mouth until the blunt tip hit the back of her throat.

"Ah..." Jannah gasped around the thick intrusion, her entire frame tensing violently. Hot tears instantly spilled from the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision as the massive size of his shaft strained her small mouth to its absolute maximum limit. It felt like she was choking on pure, solid heat. The heavy, musky scent of his Alpha pheromones filled her nasal passages, making her head spin with a dizzying mix of hatred and forced biological submission.

"Don’t just hold it there, little physician," Dorrent growled, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated against her face. "Suck it. Show me how well you can serve your master."

Swallowing her dignity, Jannah closed her eyes and began to move her mouth, sucking on his shaft from the sensitive tip all the way down to the heavy bottom. She used her tongue, wrapping it around the thick, pulsing veins that covered his length, trying her best to accommodate his brutal size. Every movement was a strained, agonizing effort, her jaw aching intensely as she worked to keep him satisfied while the vehicle tore through the midnight smog.

Dorrent’s grip on the back of her neck tightened, his fingers burying deep into her uncombed hair as her lips squeezed against his flesh. "Mmm, yes... just like that, Jannah. Your mouth is absolutely incredible," he groaned, his head tilting back against the headrest for a brief second before he snapped his eyes back to the road.

As she remained bent over his lap, her body twisted so that her behind was facing toward the passenger side window, the movement naturally pulled her dress up over her waist. Dorrent’s gaze flicked down to her exposed lower half, his nostrils flaring as the sharp, sweet scent of an aroused omega began to overpower the winter-frost aroma of the cabin.

"You’re reacting down there, aren’t you?" Dorrent asked, a mocking, breathless chuckle escaping his lips. "Tell me, little physician... are you completely wet right now? Do you need your Alpha’s help to stop the aching?"

Jannah tried to shake her head in frantic denial, her mouth still completely full of his throbbing shaft, her throat let out a muffled, protesting whine.

But Dorrent didn’t buy her denial for a single second. "Liar," he whispered darkly.

With his right hand now free from her neck, he slid his palm down her back, lifting the remaining fabric of her dress completely out of the way. He guided his hand between her thighs from behind, his fingers easily navigating the narrow space until they pressed directly against her sensitive center. The moment his fingers brushed against the folds of her vagina, he was met with a thick, slick pool of wetness that immediately coated his fingertips, soaking through her underwear.

Dorrent let out another heavy, deep grunt, his eyes flaring with a dangerous possessiveness. "Look at this... you are absolutely dripping for me. It seems your body knows exactly what it wants, even if your mouth likes to lie. Someone down here needs some raw meat to stop the hunger."

Without a single drop of gentleness, he slid his index finger straight into her tight, slick entrance.

"Mmgh—!" Jannah suddenly screamed into his shaft, her entire body jerking violently against the seat anchors as the unexpected penetration hit her nerve endings. The intense friction forced her to violently rip his thick shaft out of her mouth, a long strand of saliva connecting her lips to his cock as she let out a loud, breathless moan. "Ah! No... Dorrent, stop! Ahhh!"

"Don’t stop!" Dorrent barked, his voice thick with a savage, driving lust.

Instead of pulling away, he added a second finger inside her, spreading her tight walls wide open. He began to pump his fingers deep inside her entrance with a brutal, rhythmic pace, his knuckles rubbing against her clitoris from behind. The twin sensations of his fingers stretching her inside and his thumb caressing her outside drove her completely insane. Jannah’s mind went entirely blank; she arched her back, her fingers clawing helplessly at the leather seats as loud, uninhibited moans echoed through the soundproof cabin.

"Ah! Ah! It’s too much... please! Oh god, Dorrent!" she cried out, her omega biology completely taking over, drowning out her vengeful thoughts in a sea of pure, localized pleasure.

Dorrent didn’t slow down. He kept driving the car with his left hand, his eyes scanning the highway while his right hand worked her body like a piece of finely tuned machinery. He shoved a third, and then a fourth finger into her slick, weeping entrance, stretching her to the absolute maximum. He gave her several vigorous, deep pumps, his hand moving so fast that a wet, squelching sound filled the front seat, completely matching the frantic rhythm of her breathless cries.

Jannah was panting like a total slut, her mouth hanging open as she hovered over his lap, completely helpless, her body entirely enslaved by her enemy’s touch. Her internal muscles began to violently spasm, engulfing his four fingers in a tight, crushing grip as she hovered on the very edge of a shattering climax.

Dorrent felt the sudden, desperate clenching of her walls around his hand, and his own arousal reached a boiling, explosive peak. He looked down at her flushed face, his pulsing cock twitching violently right in front of her lips.

"You are so incredibly wet, Jannah... your walls are trying to eat my entire hand," Dorrent growled, his breathing heavy and ragged as he accelerated the car through the estate gates. "If my fingers are not enough to satisfy this pathetic hunger... then you can get on top right now and ride on my cock."