Here She Is Again

This time, the Alpha was already waiting for her. The same muscular guards who had driven her the last time escorted her into Ceres House and straight up the massive staircase without so much as stopping at the door.

Leda was not allowed the luxury of milling in the around the lower room with the others like she had before. She caught a brief peek of larisa, who threw at her, a small smile before they dashed her away.

She was wondering how long the blonde girl had been coming to Ceres House. Was that a brief illusion of her own future, just after she grew habituated to the easy dollars and her Alpha lost interest?

Unlike the first time, they had not required her to change into one of those absurd scraps of sheer fabric that served no purpose as a body covering.

Rather, she again wore the simple blue dress that the whoremonger had so viciously mocked. But it was also the only item of clothing she owned, aside

from her work outfit, that did not have holes in it. She understood this place for the trap that it was, and yet that had not stopped her from showing back up inside it. It was hard to feel exceptional when she made the same mistakes as everyone else.

And realizing that it was a mistake hadn’t stopped her from coming here, so what did that make her? They left her in the exact room, dimmed just as it had been before, but this time lit sconces lined one wall and established a soft glow. A small table sat below it, organized with a light buffet of fruits, cheeses, and sliced meats.

She wondered how much of that food, laid out more like artwork than anything meant for certain consumption, would go to waste. They would dispose of enough food to feed a family in the hovels for weeks without even taking a second thought.

And that was why she disliked the citizens of the upper levels, particularly the Alphas who did whatever they pleased regardless of the consequences.

Leda turned unhurriedly to take in the entire room although most of it remained shrouded in darkness. She then started in surprise to find Brumeh sitting in the corner of the room in a large chair, totally silent and was glancing at her. Words froze in her throat because there wasn't anything there for her to say?

Brumeh continued to gaze as he lifted a wine glass to his lips and took a careful sip. She flinched, completely unsure of what to do with herself without explicit instructions.

Somehow, she instinctively knew that she should not be the one to break the silence, that he would not like that. A draft of cold air went across her bare legs, her skin dimpling with goosebumps in response.

Every instinct in her body was prepared for flight, sending a vibration coursing down each muscle. She wanted to run out of the room without looking back. Except she knew better than to run from a predator, because then, he would be threatened to chase her down.

With a herculean action, she forced herself to focus only on her own breathing to ease the rapid beat of her heart. How bad could this possibly be?

“Take off your dress.” Says the Alpha.

The tone of his voice, falling over like a stone on the surface of a still pond, shocked her. A shiver caught her small body as she tried not to surrender to panic. It wasn’t until a low growl escaped his smirking lips that she realized she had failed to kowtow with his command.

Stiff fingers clutched the hem of her dress. It took many tries before she finally got it over her head as the fabric kept sliding from her trembling fingers. She allowed it drop to the floor beside her as he watched, stone-faced.

He rose from the table, body lengthening like a serpent to rise above her. She gulped a gasp as he slowly came to stand before her, the center of his chest level with her forehead. His shoulders were wide enough that she could not make their span even with her arms spread wide. She had to bend her head back uncomfortably far to meet his eyes, which appeared to glow in the candlelight as he glared down at her.

It was impossible for her not to think about how easy it would be for him to physically demolish her, wrap his large hand around her throat and snap it with ease. She hated the unfairness of the universe, that it would establish such a unevenness of size and power.

But that was it meant to be Omega, too weak and powerless. His gaze broke from hers and she gave out a gasp, unaware until that point that she had been wielding her breath. He twisted her slowly as she stared straight ahead, practically cold in place. She felt the whispers of air on her skin as he moved, but he didn't touch her.

“Panties as well.” He added.

She closed her eyes, desperate for a way to segregate herself from this deplorable moment, but her fingers still complied. The scrap of fabric pooled at her feet and she pushed it aside with one of her toes.

The low sound coming out from his chest changed in pitch, becoming weaker. A muscle clasped deep in her belly. He was purring for her.

“Use your fingers to widen your cunt, wide so that I can see it.” He requested.

Leda made a choked sound in her throat, surprised at the demand. Blood rushed to her face, reddening every part of her exposed skin with her embarrassment. He had allowed her to be a barely willing participant at their last meeting and simply endure his attention. She wasn’t prepared to take a more active role.

The purr abruptly stopped. “Do not make me repeat myself.” The Alpha repeated.

Her trembling hands moved between her legs to do what he had requested. With clumsy fingers, she reached between her thighs and spread her folds, eyes pinched shut in beautiful embarrassment. When one of her knuckles just barely brushed her already aching clitoris, Leda couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure.

He took the few steps that would bring him back to face her, gaze locked firmly on the naked flesh between her thighs. He knelt in one fluid movement, nostrils flaring as he sniffed deeply.