Beta Bully (F/M) - Chapter 24 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Mirror

His hands trailed along the seams of the one-piece. Her skin tingled beneath every touch.

Darcy’s body was burning up, flushed pink, with goosebumps raised along her thighs and forearms. Her nipples were pushing through the thin material and Luca grazed a single finger across both of them. Darcy squirmed in the cage of his arms.

The fingers sunk lower, flowing over her quivering stomach, tracing along the cut-outs until he reached the crotch of the swimsuit. Their eyes met in the mirror and Darcy jerked her face away, burying it into his shirt. She couldn’t bear for him to watch as he touched her, but she didn’t want him to stop touching her. As long as she looked away, she wasn’t condoning the dirty behaviour. An innocent bystander, capable of nothing except to submit to his hands. Her own were still glued to the cool surface of the mirror by his order.

Two fingers and a thumb caught the point of her chin and dragged her face back to the front. Forced to stare down the tiny and trembling omega before her. All around her curled the hungry beta. Darcy almost felt bad for the girl in the mirror, she knew that look in Luca’s eyes all too well. It made the lips between her legs throb. His hunger for her, so obvious and unashamed, filled her with heat.

He watched her for a few moments before returning both hands to her body. One thumbed at a nipple while the other tucked itself between her tightly closed thighs. From the first graze of his fingertips over her mons, they began to quake and open ever so slightly. He filled the gap instantly, wedging his hand into any space her wanton body would offer him. She watched his every move through the glass. A single finger stroked into the plump crease between her legs and her breathing hitched. The elasticated material offered no friction, only cling. It exposed every dip and curve of her pulsing lips. He rubbed over her gently, warming-up her already red-hot body.

The nipple he was coaxing was ready to break through the silky material of the swimsuit. Darcy whimpered at the overstimulation. Sudden sensitivity brought on from his touch left her feeling every movement of air past it. The nub tingled, but he continued his gentle rubbing, just as he did along her slit. Darcy needed more. He traded hands, bringing up slick fingers to toy with her opposite nipple.

She caught her own eyes widening in shock at the sight of her wetness on his hand. She was leaking. Mirror Darcy’s mouth had popped open. Luca chuckled into her ear.

The new fingers digging between her lips were far more eager. They sought out her clit immediately and stroked the tip in the lightest of circles. Darcy jumped in his arms, bumping back against his chest with a weak moan. Everything she did seemed to encourage him, and he traced her most sensitive spot in slightly rougher strokes. She rolled her hips down onto the invading digits. Now she was definitely encouraging him.

Darcy was panting softly. Little whining noises slipped out in between her breaths. Mirror Darcy watched her with flushed cheeks and bleary eyes.

The touch intensified, dragging over her warm core and pressing into her clit over and over. Darcy’s thighs were forced to part further around his huge hand. Wet noises began to come from his ministrations, quiet enough that only the pair could hear. Her slick had soaked the swimsuit to the point of soft squelching sounds. Darcy attempted to turn her face away again at the sound, but Luca pushed it back with his temple and nibbled her ear gently in silent reprimand.

His thumb took full ownership of her clit while the other four fingers explored deeper and lower. She watched the muscles in his forearm flex as he worked at her. If she had just a little less dignity, she’d beg him never to stop. His thumb suddenly pressed so firmly into her clit that she squeaked, hands finally jerking off of the mirror to scrabble onto Luca’s upper arms. She squirmed against him, driving his fingers further into the crease of her.

Luca broke the silence suddenly. “Isn’t my mate beautiful? Look at her.”

Darcy’s eyes snapped up. The girl in the mirror looked nothing like Darcy felt or Luca described. She was tearful and quaking, almost as though in fear. She clutched her soul-mate’s shirt wretchedly with fragile fingers. Barely able to cope with the overwhelming sensations. She was so close to the edge of something. She could no longer tell if it would be good or bad, only that it was coming on fast.

“You’re always so cute, Darcy. Right now, you’re so sexy I could just bite you.”

The fantasy of him biting her. Marking her. Claiming her. It was too much. Something spilled over inside of her and it was only a well-timed mouth covering from Luca’s palm that kept her cry from being heard throughout the whole shop. Her fingers bunched in his shirt and her legs bowed, wracked with trembles. His fingers slipped back and forth over her messily as she rode out the catastrophic orgasm. Her eyes watered and she threw her head back against him. He held her up until all of her bunched muscles suddenly released in one breath. Darcy slumped against him. She would have hit the ground, had he not caught her around the waist and lowered her into his lap.

He dropped into a cross-legged seat on the floor and twisted her to face him. Darcy flopped forward and panted into his neck weakly. She was exhausted. He stroked her back with feather-light touches and nuzzled his cheek into her hair.

After a few minutes of pooling all of her energy, she managed to drag herself from his lap and lean her back against the mirror wearily. Her eyes were only half open, but she could still see how red his neck and cheeks had become. He was watching her with soft eyes, his hunger dampened for now.

He pitched forward, leaning over her suddenly, but she didn’t have the energy to question him or give him a cheeky kick. He licked his lips and Darcy’s insides clenched. He ripped the tag from the swimsuit and the noise of the snapping plastic ricocheted through Darcy’s addled mind. He stood up with the rectangular piece of card in his hand. She blinked a few times as reality hit her. She gave Luca a curious look.

“I’m going to go pay for this,” he explained.

“W-wait, what will you say-”

“I’ll say it got a hole poked in it while you were trying it on,” he answered slowly. “And I want to pay for it like a good samaritan.” He added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.”

Darcy nodded dazedly. Luca’s orders were so easy to obey today.

“I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” he added. He couldn’t restrain his smirk before he left.

A bolt of energy hit her. She couldn’t let Luca see her naked. That was a step too far, even for a day filled with stretched boundaries. As soon as the curtain had slumped back into place, Darcy began to wriggle out of the sticky suit.

It was already dripping, so there seemed no harm in using it to wipe herself up a little more. When she was almost dry again, she tucked the wet section into the centre and folded the rest of the garment around it.

Feeling the clock ticking at her back, she hopped into the nearest bikini she had lined up. It was pink, with a watermelon pattern, and faux ties that stuck out like cartoon ribbons. Surprisingly, it fit really well. It covered all of her delicates, and a little extra with high-waisted bottoms and chunky straps on the top. Darcy was admiring herself in the mirror when Luca returned.

“You changed,” he said. A limp carrier bag was dangling from his arm.

Darcy hummed in affirmation and spun on the spot to face him properly.

“What do you think? It’s cute but not childish, fits well but it doesn’t cling-”

“Sounds like you’ve found the one!” he said with a bright grin.

“But what do you think?” she repeated shyly.

“I love it. You somehow look even more adorable than usual. I also like that the bottoms are so high waisted.” He pinged the waistband playfully.

Darcy shrugged. “Skimpy isn’t really my style.”

“You could have fooled me.” His golden eyes flashed with the return of his hungry gaze for just a moment.

Darcy’s face flamed.

“Where’s the black one?” he asked.

Darcy scooped the folded pile from the floor, but didn’t place it into his outstretched palm.

“It needs to be washed,” she said awkwardly. Holding it out in front of her felt like holding a nude photo out to him.

Luca smiled salaciously. “It will get washed.”

“When?”

“After I get home.”

“How soon after you get home?”

“Very.”

Darcy squinted at him and pinched her lips.

“Don’t do anything creepy with it,” she said slowly, handing over the scrunched black material.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he cooed. He stuffed the damp parcel into the plastic bag the cashier must have given him. “Actually, I probably will dream about you wearing it. That was hot as fuck.”

“Okay, now I feel uncomfortable.” She shooed him with her hands. “Get out.”

Luca laughed, but obliged.