Chapter 100: Pucking the virgin rookie -6

I woke up in Neal’s bed with my lower body throbbing, completely sore, and soaked in the heavy, resinous scent of his post-knot release.

My insides felt heavy and warm, completely filled with his mark. I shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh of pure satisfaction, my fingers tracing the outline of his muscular chest beside me.

Neal opened his eyes, his dark Alpha gaze locking onto mine instantly. There was no softness in his eyes - only total, undisputed ownership.

He didn’t say good morning. He simply sat up, reached over to his nightstand, and pulled out a small black leather collar with a silver ring on the front.

"If you want to stay in my bed, Fraser, and if you want my dick inside you for the rest of this season, we do this right," Neal said, his voice flat, heavy, and absolute.

"You aren’t just my second on the pitch anymore. You belong to me."

My heart hammered against my ribs, but a hot wave of pure excitement rushed straight to my gut. I didn’t pull away. I leaned forward, tilting my head up voluntarily, offering my neck to him.

"Put it on me, Captain," I breathed, my voice full of genuine surrender. I wanted this. I’ve always wanted him to own every single part of me.

Neal buckled the heavy leather snug against my throat. The cool metal ring rested right over my pulse point.

"Here are the rules," Neal purred, his fingers lightly gripping the collar to pull me closer until our lips were inches apart.

"Rule one: whenever you enter this room, you drop to your knees at the threshold and wait to be acknowledged. Rule two: you do not touch your dick unless my hands are guiding yours, or I explicitly command it. Rule three: any mistake on the field or in this room gets punished immediately."

"Yes, Captain," I whimpered, my breath catching as my Omega instincts practically purred under his strict command.

"Good," Neal said, pushing me back onto the mattress. "Now let’s test your obedience."

He stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling out a heavy, braided leather crop.

My eyes widened slightly, a mixture of anticipation and fear flushing my skin bright red.

I lay there, my bare thighs trembling, my dick twitching and leaking pre-cum onto his sheets.

"Hands behind your back, Fraser. Arch your chest," Neal ordered, standing at the edge of the bed, towering over me.

I instantly complied, pulling my arms behind my spine and pushing my chest out, exposing my sensitive, bare body completely to him.

Neal stepped up, resting the tip of the leather crop right beneath my exposed, erect shaft.

"You’ve been leaking constantly since yesterday," Neal murmured, his voice laced with dark, dominant satisfaction.

"Your dick is too needy, Rookie. It needs to learn discipline."

He flicked his wrist.

TAP!

A sharp, stingingly precise strike landed right along the sensitive underside of my shaft.

"Ah...! Fuck! " I gasped out, my hips jerking violently off the bed, my toes curling tightly into the sheets.

The pain was sharp and immediate, but as it throbbed along the nerve endings of my hard dick, it transformed straight into an agonizing, electric wave of pure heat that made my core leak slick.

"Did I tell you to move?" Neal barked softly, resting the cool leather back against my shaft.

"No, Captain! I’m sorry!" I cried out, forcing my hips back down, keeping my hands pinned behind me, surrendering completely to his control.

"Please... strike it again."

Neal’s dark eyes flashed with ruthless approval.

TAP! TAP!

Two fast, stinging strikes hit the sensitive head and shaft of my dick.

I let out a high-pitched, pathetic whine, my entire body vibrating from the intense overload of pain and pleasure. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, but the sheer thrill of giving him absolute authority over my body made me wild with arousal. I loved every second of his control.

"Look at you," Neal purred, stepping between my parted knees and gripping my jaw firmly in his broad hand, tilting my face up to look at him.

"Taking every strike like a good, obedient little slut."

"I’m yours, Captain... I’m your slut," I choked out, my voice thick with tears and absolute adoration, my throat thumping hard against the leather collar.

"Please... use me."

Neal let go of my jaw, dropped the crop onto the nightstand, and unbuckled his pants, letting his thick, eight-inch shaft spring free, fully hard and heavy.

"On your knees, Rookie," Neal commanded, pointing to the floor beside his feet.

"Clean your captain up before we head out to practice."

I scrambled off the bed without a second of hesitation, dropping straight to my knees on the cold floor, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes, ready to serve him however he demanded.

I stayed on my knees on the cold floor, the heavy leather collar sitting snug against my neck as I looked up at Neal’s massive, rock-hard shaft standing inches from my face.

My dick was still throbbing violently from the sharp strikes of the cane, it was raw and hypersensitive, but the sheer submission of kneeling at his feet made my core leak slick down my thighs.

"Don’t just stare at it, Fraser. Use that beautiful mouth of yours,"

Neal commanded, his voice dark and absolute as his hand came down to cup the back of my head, his broad fingers tangling into my hair.

I leaned forward eagerly, opening my mouth wide and taking the flared, pre-cum-coated tip past my lips.

A low, guttural hum vibrated in Neal’s chest as I swallowed him deeper, my tongue swirling around his thick head while my hands remained pinned firmly behind my back.

He didn’t let me set the pace. Neal took complete control, his hand gripping my hair tighter as he began to rhythmically drive his heavy eight inches down my throat, forcing my jaw to stretch to its limit.

"Fuck... just like that, Rookie," Neal growled, his hips snapping forward, burying his length deep until my nose pressed against his dark pubic hair.

He held my head down until I almost could not breathe.Tears of sensory overload streamed down my cheeks, but I took every single inch without pulling away, letting my throat yield completely to his dominance.

I loved the weight of him in my mouth, loved the knowledge that I was serving my Alpha exactly as he demanded.

After a few minutes of ruthless, wet thrusts into my throat, Neal pulled out with a loud slick sound, leaving me panting and messily dripping onto his floorboards.

"Up," Neal ordered flatly. "On the edge of the bed. And push that ass out for me."

I scrambled up immediately, placing my hands on the mattress and arching my spine, presenting my slicked, aching entrance to him without hesitation.

Neal didn’t waste a single second with lube. He stepped up behind me, lined his thick, veined shaft right against my puckered rim, and slammed himself all the way in with one long, brutal stroke.

"Ah...! Captain!" I screamed into the empty air of the room, my fingers digging into the bedsheets as his heavy pelvic bone slammed flush against my bare buttocks.

The sheer fullness stretched my raw, sensitive walls, instantly triggering the deep, aching heat of my Omega instincts.

Neal didn’t offer a gentle warm-up; he began a relentless, hard-pounding rhythm, his hands coming down to grip the sides of my leather collar, using it as a handle to pull my upper body back against his broad chest with every deep thrust.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The sound of his hips crashing against my skin filled the dim room, mixed with the sharp jingling of the collar’s silver ring.

"You like this, don’t you?" Neal growled against my shell-shocked ear, his heavy Alpha scent of cedarwood and amber suffocating my senses completely. "You like kneeling for me, being hit for me, taking every fucking inch of my dick whenever I want it."

"Yes! Yes, Captain! I love it!" I sobbed out, my head thrown back against his shoulder, completely weeping with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "I’m yours... own me, Neal! Break me!"

Neal let out an animalistic roar, his grip on my collar tightening as he drove himself deeper and faster, hitting my swollen prostate with brutal accuracy until my vision went completely white.

"I’m knotting you again, Fraser! Take every drop!" Neal barked, his entire frame tense as his shaft swelled rapidly inside my tight, convulsing walls.

With three final, bone-crushing thrusts, he buried himself to his hilt, his knot locking us firmly together. A high-pitched, helpless scream ripped from my throat as a violent, hands-free orgasm hit me, my untouched dick spurting heavy, thick ropes of cum straight onto the floorboards while Neal’s seed flooded deep into my core.

We stayed locked together in the quiet room, my chest heaving and body trembling under the absolute authority of his claim.