A slave to the Alpha I rejected

Cruel punishment 🔞🔞

The loud snap of wood embers burning in the fireplace echoed, causing Celeste’s body to flinch from the noise.

Her eyes slowly blinked open before she shot awake. She found herself not on her knees but on the floor, lying on the warm bear rug that soothed her fever.

She looked around, breathing in the warm air of Syzar's spice and cedar scent that was far too potent, a sign he was close. She sat up.

Looking back, she saw the movement of a shadow—someone sitting in the armchair that faced right at her, daunting dark eyes spreading a cold shudder down her spine and, oddly, between her legs.

“Did the matron not instruct you on what I prefer?” His deep voice echoed, screaming to Celeste that this wasn’t a dream.

She shuffled back to her knees in surprise at his presence; she was, in fact, supposed to be kneeling.

“Syzar—Alpha,” she corrected herself, her palms sweaty as she took in a sharp breath. Watching him, she saw his palms and fingers were dark red. Goosebumps filled her skin as she noted it was dried blood. “I am sorry, I—”

“Do not speak…” His voice boomed as her body stilled. She watched each powerful movement of his body. She couldn’t breathe until she heard his command. “Now crawl to me…”

“E—excuse me?” Celeste called with mortification, her skin flushing from his words. But watching his hardened gaze, she couldn’t tell if this command was real—and he would not repeat himself.

Humiliation flooded her system as she got on her hands and knees, crawling toward the alpha until she was between his parted legs.

Some of her long hair, already peeking out of the tightly packed bun, now hovered over her face.

She peeked through and stared at the alpha from under her long lashes that shadowed her eyes, even though only nerves frazzled her insides.

Their eyes met in a hot clash that made Celeste feel like words had disappeared and she was trapped in those warm amber pools—eyes that would drown her.

The darkening of his gaze showed that she looked outright sinful in this position on her hands and knees, ready for him.

“Is this what you used to seduce your brother and father? Why were they so ready to have an incestuous mating with you? Why were they ready and eager to have you?” he growled. Celeste’s gaze showed confusion and disgust, recalling her father’s sick touch.

His hand traced over her bitten lips, over her lush, full, pink lips that drew him in. “Did you want to be f****d by them… Were you ready to be claimed by another male who wasn’t me?” he accused, and Celeste felt humiliation in his words.

“Syzar, stop—” Her words were cut with a cry as a wicked tug pulled her hair. The alpha’s eyes blazed with wicked greed as he lowered himself.

“I never gave you permission to speak; it seems I have to train that mouth,” he called as his calloused hand traced her chin, his thumbs pressing at her lips until they opened.

She felt sick knowing his bloody hands were inches from her lips. “Are you afraid of the blood?” he asked, and she nodded slowly, unshed tears brimming as he caressed her chin once more.

He reached the front of his pants, undoing the rope, and pulled the cloth from his crotch. His c**k sprang free from its hold, leaving Celeste startled to see its length mere inches from her face.

Her throat dried at the alpha’s monstrous length; she had never seen a male phallus in such a close view—one that held such monstrous size as her core burned, her legs still weak from his previous pleasure that had claimed her virginity.

“I want you to suck my c**k,” he called brazenly and unashamedly. Celeste’s gaze shot to his to see the cold and unfazed eyes of the alpha watching her.

She recalled the matron’s words: Do all it takes to live and escape his wrath. She must not get hurt by her past lover’s unexpected wrath.

She had to do this, had to face this utter humiliation for what she and her family had done to him, and for the sin of her rejection that broke him.

With a heavy swallow, she knelt upright, and with shaky hands, wrapped them around his length.

His member was so large she could barely get her hands around it; she couldn’t believe this monstrous thing had been inside her just a few hours ago.

She wanted to ask how she would do this, but she was far too afraid to speak; her gaze filled with a question that Syzar acknowledged with a hum before he gave his command: “Speak.”

“I–I have no idea how,” she said in earnest. A growl echoed from the alpha, who wickedly cursed, and before she could protest, she felt a hard hand on the back of her head.

“Open your mouth, tongue over your teeth, and lips covered,” he instructed with a short command. Celeste blinked, doing what he told her.

“The moment I put my c**k in your mouth, I want your hands nowhere near it. Any resistance will land you a punishment. Do you understand?”

Celeste nodded just as he commanded, “Hands on your knees, and don’t move.” He pushed her head lower until his monstrous length entered her small mouth.

Celeste’s eyes widened; she couldn’t bear it as his length filled her whole mouth. Her eyes bulged wide, and she pinched her lips, stopping her leg from touching him.

His thrusts were brutal and merciless, his c**k hitting the back of her throat as he pushed her head further in like his personal toy.

Her eyes watered from the salty, musk-filled taste in her throat and nostrils. Her vision began to blur, and she couldn’t breathe.

She felt the heavy length twitch on her tongue just as a hot spurt shot down her throat.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stay still any longer as her hands pushed against his thigh until she pulled away, leaving Celeste falling to the floor, coughing from swallowing his c*m.

Her vision doubled with white spots as she took in a lungful of air, hand trembling as she looked up at Syzar, who watched her.

“You failed, slave. You resisted and touched me,” he called. She felt her stomach plummet for the umpteenth time.

His gaze was cold, with no affection in it; the small smile he once gave her was gone. This cold, ruthless man was her captor and her master.

She looked at him, watching as he stood, taking off the dark robe from his body and letting his pants fall, pooling at his feet.

His naked body was clear in the light as Celeste’s eyes took note of all the scars marking his skin.

“I am sorry. What must I do?” she pleaded, her guilt and her need to obey evident just as the alpha laid out his next command for her, his words causing her core to heat with flames.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, and show me who you belong to—because I will make you scream all night.”