Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 92: A sex slave

Chapter 92: A sex slave

"Let him go!" Storm suddenly said, and the beating stopped. I peeked an eye open, and watched him, trying to know what he was going to do.

Will he kill me with his hands? Is that why he stopped the men? Is the Storm of this world a sadistic man?

He squatted in front of me and placed his hand under my jaw, making me stare into his blue eyes.

"What will happen when I let you go?" He raised a brow at me. "Why should I even do that?"

"Please help me," I whimpered. The pain from the wound those men inflicted on me was so painful, it seemed like I had gotten a broken rib or two.

"Why?" He smiled, looking like the devil. "What do you have to offer, Omega?" His dark eyes stared into my scared one, making it seem like he was about to devour me with the darkness.

"Anything!" I cried out. "I will do anything you wish for me to do! Anything to exempt me from death!"

I will do anything he wishes, so long as I get to escape death. I won’t mind at all. I just need to stay alive so I can see my baby.

"Anything?" His eyes racked through my body before his mouth curved at the side, "you don’t look bad for an Omega," he leaned down. "Are you good in bed?"

Those words —whispered —should have excited me, but I felt nothing but dread down my spine. The expression in his eyes spoke of pain, not pleasure.

He looked so different from the Storm I know.

"Do you think you are so righteous? Don’t wish to be a sex slave?" He laughed, looking more insane by the minute.

I shook from fear as I watched him rise before he turned to his guards. "Behead him!" His voice rang out in the entire place.

My heart dropped into my stomach as dread filled my entire body. The guard raised their weapons at me, ready to hit me with it.

"I agree!"

I called out to the prince. "You can do anything you wish to me!"

And that caught his attention. He turned with a smile, "get ready for the fun. It’s about to begin," he winked at me before he turned to his guards, "take him to my chamber."

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And that was how I found myself in his room. Three maids helped me have my bath, and dressed in a sheer gown which left nothing to the imagination.

My purple eyes stared back at me, glistening a bit with emotions.

The door to the room opened, and Storm stepped in. His eyes immediately went to where I was before he started walking towards me with a predatory smile on his face.

He stopped in front of me. His nose flared as his eyes racked through my body before it stopped on my face.

"Why are you dressed this way?" He asked.

Shivers racked through my spine at his cold and detached voice. It sounded different from the voice I have grown used to.

"I... That is," I swallowed, with my focus on my feet rather than on him. I bit my bottom lips and tried to stop my heart, which seemed like it was trying to break out of my chest.

"You don’t seem like a prince any more," he leaned down and took a whiff of my scent. "How the mighty has fallen."

My legs threatened to give way, but I stood my ground. Though I’m scared of him and what he might do to me, I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing what’s going through my mind.

I need to survive this. It’s what I owe to the a

Storm in Dark Moon Pack.

With a throaty, dark laugh, he strode over to the bed and sat on it.

"Strip."

"Pardon?" I frowned at him.

He slowly rose from the bed.

"Strip or do you want me to use force on you?" His eyes darkened. The black orbs made me swallow. He looked like a beast, waiting for the right moment to unleash his anger. "You agreed to be my sex slave, didn’t you?"

"Yes, but...."

"It’s either you do that or you face your death, Omega?" His blue eyes racked through my body.

At the mention of death, I froze for a moment. Without waiting for him to repeat his order, I did what he asked. I removed the gown, and stood in front of him, naked.

His eyes took in my naked body. The darkened orbs caused me to swallow. I felt hot wherever his eyes touched. It was as if his eyes had hands.

"Turn around." He commanded once more, and I did what he asked me to. I slowly turned around. I didn’t resist because I know I’m nothing but a toy to him. He doesn’t see me as the Strawberry he adored so much that he was willing to go against his parents for. Presently, he sees me as a sex slave, a prince that should have been long dead.

"Turn and walk to the bed." He commanded after a few moments of silence between us.

The silence back then was so unnerving, it made me wonder what he had in store for me.

I did as he asked. I walked to the bed, and stood in front of it, not knowing what to do.

"Kneel and spread those legs of yours." His command washed over me once more, leaving more shivers in its wake.

I bit my bottom lips as I did what he asked. I knelt on the ground and spread my legs, knowing fully well that my arsehole was now on display.

My legs shook and my bottom lips quivered. This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be. I thought this world will be similar to the one I left, but it’s so much different.

I’m about to be fucked by a man who looked so much like my Storm but with another personality.

I wondered if he will be as gentle as my Storm or as cold as his voice. Will he take care of me or not?

I heard footsteps before he touched my back. His palms were rough on my arse. He fondled it for a moment as I lay under him, with my heart still hammering in my chest.

I gasped when he wrapped his right palm around my neck and pressed. I heard him laugh before he tightened his hold on my neck once more and slowly slipped a finger into my arsehole.

I bit down hard on my lower lip when he rubbed on my balls.

My breath hitched at the pain I felt in my rear when he added three more fingers to the one he added.

He removed his fingers from my arsehole before I heard a rustle behind me. Without looking back, I already know what he’s about to do. He was getting naked. The sound is now familiar to my ears.

He rubbed his shaft on my arse before he rubbed on my balls with it.

"Storm, please, I don’t think I will ever —"

He tightened his hold on my waist and brought me closer. "First, you are not entitled to call me by that name. I’m your master, slave. And you have to learn how to call me!" He growled.

"Please I don’t want to do this! My arse will —"

"Break? That’s what I intend to do. You are nothing but a slave to me, slut. You are a sex slave, and that’s what you will always be!"

He continued to rub on my hole before he removed his shaft only to thrust in. He didn’t give me enough time to react before his shaft entered me.

A painful scream tore from my throat at the intrusion. The pain was unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It felt like my arse was on fire.

God!

I gritted my teeth so hard, I was afraid they might fall off.

"No! Stop! It hurts," I cried out as tears freely flowed down my face. I thrashed but only got a slap on my arse.

"You are nothing but a damned slut." He slapped my arse once more, thrusting in so hard, I screamed from the pain.

Though I have had sex countless times with the Storm of Dark Moon, it wasn’t enough to prepare me for this.

It seemed like he was trying to rip my arse with his large dick.

He placed both hands on my arse as he slowly removed his shaft, only to thrust back in.

I knelt there, with my back to him, as I tried not to think of what was happening.

The pain numbed me, but I didn’t say a word. I allowed him to do whatever he pleased, to me.

And when he orgasmed, I was relieved. But that was short-lived.

I presumed he was through with this, but it was just the beginning of my torture, that night.

He doesn’t look like he’s ready to let me go, at least not until he cripples me.