Chapter 15

Kai’s POV

He smacks me again, harder than before. “You don't get to tell me what to do. I tell you.” 

“Say yes, master!” He growls. 

A cold shiver runs through my spine. “What the hell!” I protest only to be shut by an even harder smack. 

“For each time you talk, you get it.” He grits his teeth. 

I turn back to see those eyes of his darkened with anger and desire, deeper than words can explain. 

“We're fucking raw!” The words drag on his lips. I choke a cough. He really means it. 

It's risky on a normal basis, but them here are placed on anti-STIs injections which prevents them contracting infections of any sorts. I even heard before coming to work here, they are tested and found to be clean. 

I nod in approval, quite assured. 

“No noise.” 

“Yes…yes, master.” The rumble of words spills over. An omegaverse aura cascades over me. 

Quite weird. An Omega topping an Alpha. 

I'm not originally gay and battling with a sick dick. What do I expect? 

I sigh. 

He slams into me when least expected, grabbing and clutching both of my hands together in front of me. 

“Why do I even have this?” He releases my hand for a second, unbuckling his collar. My heart ceases as I wait eagerly, wondering who he's going to drop that on. 

Me. 

Fuck! 

He pushes his cock hard again, one hand sliding over to my cock, he hums 

with satisfaction. 

“Hardening.” He remarks. 

“Yeah–hh–hhh.” I groan but the hand that groped me gets fucking tight. I wince in pain. 

“No noise!” He reminds. 

“Yes…master.” I stammer. “Please fuck me harder!” 

He goes still. The sensations ripples harder inside of me, vibrating right in front, worsen by his release of my cock and the teasing circling of my balls. 

“Please…..please.” 

“It feels like urine is going to drop,” I beg. 

“Better not pee here!” 

“But this is how I feel.” I repeat. 

Without a word, he spins me over, dragging both of us out of the bed. “To the bathroom.” He orders, cock still inside of me. 

I've never experienced this before. 

“Arrg…..ghh.” I moan, jerking in constant reflex from my rioting hormones. 

Fucking hard yet deliciously sweet carrying a massive load tuck to your hole while walking. With collar on neck, my wolf weakens with submissive pleasure. 

It's me here feeling like a sex slave and Liam, feeling like my master. 

We emerge the bathroom and the urine is almost dripping. He strikes in and deeper a brute, fatal thrust and it gushes out. 

“Liam, you're wicked.” 

“Shhh!” He clips my lips. “It's master.” 

The more he pushes deeper, the eerie feeling ripples, forcing out more urine. My body falls in tender surrender. 

“Please do with me as you please.” I mutter, barely a whisper. 

“Good it's you giving me the permission.” He says. And I wonder what he's up to next. 

He presses me against the white tiled wall of the bathroom and switches on the water to pour in drizzles. He presses his face against the side of my neck. 

The suppressants on the vicinity was almost failing prior to the intense striking of my wolf. This forced proximity and wild cock thrusting is already fighting hard to release my wolf. The bond. My scent. 

“Please don't,” he grits his teeth, sensing it. 

“Water suppresses scent maskers, it's washes suppressants. You should have known.” I say to him. 

“Why don't you want me releasing my scent?” I stammer, turning over to look at him but he shifts his lips closer, enveloping me in a kiss. 

When his lips pulls out, he proceeds to lean over me. “I can't bear to mark you. Enjoy me. This might be the last time you get me.” 

“I'll come here for you.” 

But he smiles. “I might transfer. I don't want you coming for me.” 

Those words hurt so much. 

“But I really need you. I'll do anything…..” 

“Shhh. You need Cerise. Just doing my job. So quit talking and be that submissive bitch.” 

My voice seizes at once. I can't just describe the impact his words has on me, most especially that commanding voice of his. 

Till my body slides over the floor of the bathroom and his under me, cock striking towards me, I can't tell. One moment, I'm standing and the next I'm on two hands down. 

“Really sad I have no one to repeat these styles with.” I fucking disobey again earning a warning look. Liam switched the punishment into his brutal thrusts. 

From this style to him carrying my ass on his palms and thrusting deep into me. Rounds upon rounds, the sexual spree goes on. 

I can tell I've never been wasted this way before. I can't even feel myself any longer. His pace has gone miserably quick. I can even see the stars when I'm inside here. 

The hot-blooded sensation of release begins to rock my urethra. “The cum is coming……” I announce. “Please harder!” I beg. 

Unbelievably, Liam obeys. Then it shoots so warm, against his tummy. That's when he presses me harder, fucking tight. 

“Fuc–kk–kk.” His voice breaks. “So fuck–ing sweet.” 

His semen shoots into me, his face leans closer and then his lips, closing in on mine. 

“We're massaging right after here.” He whispers against my ear. 

“Really?”

“Yes, a special treat for you.” He pauses.”That's what I was trying to do the first day you came to me before the threat.” 

“What? You mean…..you didn't want to fuck me or something?” Panic runs over and I start to recall the past. I still can't understand. 

“I never wanted to fuck or suck you but massage you.” He proves serious. “We don't do sex at work. I'm a doctor.” 

“Then why did it seem as though you were going to do that to me?”

“I was trying to put you in a wet-on situation. Thought you were gay.” 

Gloom fills in as he drops me, his face is a big frown. He still feels bad till now. I earnestly search for ways to tease him, to erase that threat off without looking awkward. 

“Please…..please, I wasn't serious about that.” I  say. 

“No, no, it's the past. I definitely have other things to do.” The serious mode switches on quickly. “Let's have our bath.” 

He passes the soap dispenser tube to me. The liquid presses on my palm but my eyes doesn't leaves him. “I'm really really sorry for what I did.” 

He looks at me and swipes his eyes off, returning the tube back to the wall. He spreads the soap over his skin, eyes shut, standing under the water. I watch, salivating as the water pours on his greek-god sculpture body, the movement of his hand, splashing the water over. 

Waiting for a look and getting none, I join him to shower. In ten minutes, we vacate the bathroom. He grabs my wrist leading me off to the adjacent room. The door opens. A mini-sized massage parlor. 

“Lay here.” He point to tge platform. “I couldn't do it at the hospital, I'll do it here.” 

My dick massage. 

I wanted to lay face down but he turns me swiftly without a word. Then he selects a series of oil, mixing them together expertly. The sweet scents from them mixes up the air with a sweet, eerie sensation. 

“Does this works only for the penis or the body in general?” 

“How did you know I'll be……”