The Blacklore's Plan

After Richard had fully used Paloma, he leaned back in the chair with a satisfied grunt. He fixed his clothes quickly, then gave her ass a sharp slap.

With a grin, he slid two fingers back into her dripping pussy, scooping up his own thick cum. He brought them to her lips and pushed them inside.

“Clean them,” he ordered. Paloma sucked obediently, tasting the salty mix without protest.

Richard stood and straightened his jacket. “I’ll go tell Matthias myself. Thanks to your private meeting, I’ve changed my mind about selling those shares.”

He left the boardroom with a refreshed, smug look on his face.

A few minutes later, Richard walked into Matthias’s office without knocking.

“Alpha Matthias, good news. I’ve decided not to sell my shares after all. Your secretary was very… convincing. She made me want to stay with Redborne.”

Matthias knew exactly how Paloma had convinced him. The images from the gap in the door still burned in his mind.

He forced a nod, his jaw tight. “Good. We appreciate your continued support.”

Richard didn’t wait for more. He turned and left, whistling softly.

Moments later, Paloma entered Matthias’s office.

She looked completely disheveled. Her hair was messy and falling everywhere. Her makeup was smudged, dark streaks under her eyes. Her dress was barely hanging on, the front torn low enough that one breast was almost fully exposed.

Between her legs, her slick private area was partly visible, cum still leaking down her thighs.

Matthias swallowed hard.

Heat rushed through him against his will. His cock twitched in his pants as he stared for a second too long. He quickly pushed the unwanted desire down and stood up.

He removed his suit jacket and draped it gently over her shivering shoulders, covering her as best he could.

“Sit,” he said quietly, guiding her to his own chair.

The office fell into heavy silence. Matthias poured her a glass of water and handed it over.

He couldn’t find the words to speak about what he had seen. Guilt gnawed at him like sharp teeth.

Paloma noticed his restlessness. A tiny, hidden smile flickered across her lips for just a moment.

Then she let the tears come. She started sobbing softly, her shoulders shaking.

“He… he used me so roughly,” she whispered between sobs. “He came inside me again and again. So much cum. Then he scooped it out with his fingers and made me suck it off. I could taste everything…”

Matthias growled low, cutting her off. “Enough. I told you not to do it. You didn’t have to.”

Paloma sobbed harder, looking small and broken in his oversized jacket. “I only did it to prove the Blacklores have truly changed. We don’t want the top spot anymore. We just want peace. I wanted to help you, Alpha.”

Matthias felt worse for snapping at her. He calmed himself and looked at her wrecked state. She kept fidgeting, squeezing her thighs together as if still feeling the aftermath.

The sight stirred something deep and unwanted in him again.

He cleared his throat. “Take my jacket with you. Go home and rest for the rest of the day. You’ve done enough.”

Paloma nodded weakly. She fixed her dress as much as she could, then buttoned the suit jacket around herself.

It covered her down to mid-thigh. She excused herself quietly and left.

Matthias finally sat back down in his chair, the same one Paloma had used. His breath hitched.

The seat was still warm and wet with her slick and Richard’s cum. He grabbed a bunch of tissues and wiped it off quickly, trying not to think about it.

But his cock was painfully hard now. He gripped it through his pants, adjusting himself roughly. Then he poured a glass of whiskey and drank it fast.

“Shaina…” he muttered under his breath. “Please come home soon.”

••••••••

At the Blacklore estate, Paloma went straight to her uncle Ferdinand’s study without changing. She still wore Matthias’s suit jacket, sniffing his scent from the collar with a big smile on her face.

Ferdinand looked up from his desk and chuckled knowingly. “Well? Did you succeed in planting the debt and guilt?”

Paloma let out a purry giggle. “It worked perfectly, Uncle. Your plan is going exactly as expected.”

From the corner of the room, old Alpha Richard sat with a glass of bourbon in hand.

A Blacklore omega was on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock deep into her throat while massaging his balls.

The Tealthorne pack had been secret allies of Blacklore for years, hidden from everyone else.

Richard grunted in pleasure as the omega took him deeper. “Our deal is solid,” he said between heavy breaths. “I’ll keep pressuring Matthias in the boardroom. And I’ll make sure Paloma stays the target for every problem we create.”

Paloma walked over to Richard. She gave his cheek a gentle pat, then suddenly yanked his hair hard with fury in her eyes.

“You were too rough. I thought I’d be too sore to move. And making me suck your cum off your fingers wasn’t part of the plan. The show should have stopped when Matthias turned away.”

Richard just chuckled, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “The extra play helped. You looked properly wrecked. It added to his guilt. And I knew you’d use it to your advantage and play the pity card.”

Paloma released his hair and sat down across from Ferdinand.

Richard pressed the omega’s head down harder, forcing her to swallow every drop as he came with a groan. He pushed her away afterward. “Get out.”

That night, Ferdinand, Paloma, and Richard celebrated with drinks.

In the Blacklore estate, Paloma was their secret weapon, a dominant Omega raised and groomed to please and control.

She had a unique trait: anyone who took in her full scent through repeated mating could be slowly brainwashed, turned into her puppet.

Ferdinand and Paloma exchanged a look, then glanced at Richard.

Paloma stood and offered herself again.

This time there was no show for Matthias.

She rode Richard with wild enthusiasm, taking full control. She used his body for her own pleasure, grinding down hard on his cock while letting him drown in her powerful scent.

Richard’s eyes soon dilated and turned hazy.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Don’t cum until I say so.”

Richard obeyed, his face turning pale as he fought the urge. Paloma laughed wickedly, watching him struggle.

Ferdinand watched in awe at his niece’s power. “Let him cum. He’s still useful to us.”

Paloma gave the order. Richard shuddered violently, thrusting up into her as he exploded, filling her with every drop.

Then he fainted on the spot.

Paloma stood up calmly, wiping the leaking cum from between her legs and smearing some on Richard’s face with a smirk. She excused herself to wash up and rest.

Ferdinand remained in his study with the unconscious ally. He took a slow sip of his drink and chuckled softly.

“Everything is progressing exactly as planned.”