Barely Contained

~Vaughn~

"Vaughn?"

It was Declan’s voice. My oldest friend. I had invited him over for us to talk business together. He had walked down from the upper deck at some point without me noticing. He stood a few feet away with a crystal glass of amber bourbon in his right hand. His wife, Audrey, was tucked neatly into his side.

I dragged my gaze away from Siena. It took the brutal force of a man tearing himself out of a dark spell to look away from that white dress. I dragged a heavy hand over the back of my neck. My skin burned. My tailored shirt clung tight to my broad back, soaked in a fresh layer of sweat. My large palms were damp. My throat felt like cracked earth, dry and tight. It was not the glaring tropical sun beating down on the wooden deck. It was not the summer heat. It was her. It was the Omega standing a few yards away, oblivious to the primal reaction she provoked in my body.

"Jesus, man. You alright? You’re sweating like hell."

Declan stepped closer. His brows drew low in a deep frown. He studied my pale face with evident concern.

Audrey narrowed her eyes. She tilted her head slightly, analyzing my rigid posture. She reached forward and placed a cool hand on my tense forearm. I almost flinched away from the sudden contact. The light touch felt like a shock of ice against my feverish skin.

"You don’t look fine. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or something worse."

Audrey spoke with genuine worry in her soft tone.

"I'm fine."

My voice betrayed my polite facade. It came out low. It sounded gravelly. It possessed the raw, rough edge of an Alpha fighting his own instincts. It was so obvious I was not fine that Declan immediately raised a skeptical eyebrow.

I forced my mouth into the shape of a reassuring smile. Or maybe I failed. I was not even sure what the muscles in my face were doing anymore. My strong jaw felt locked tight. Every muscle in my chest and arms held an agonizing amount of tension. I was still hard. I was painfully, desperately hard. The thick outline of my heavy cock dug relentlessly into the metal zipper of my slacks. The friction was sheer torture with every breath I took. I knew if I did not turn around and walk away from this conversation, the situation would escalate into a disaster.

I glanced over my shoulder. She was still there. Siena.

She had walked over to the glass railing at the edge of the yacht. Her back faced me. She bent slightly forward, resting her forearms on the smooth rail as she looked out over the sparkling blue water. That simple, innocent posture pushed the soft curve of her ass back. The movement made the hem of that sheer white dress ride up even higher on her bare, sun-kissed thighs. My dark eyes locked onto the thin fabric. One cool breeze off the ocean. One strong gust of wind. That was all it would take, and I would see everything hidden beneath. I would see if she had any underwear on beneath that light cotton. I would see the wet, plump swell of her heat-drunk cunt perfectly outlined in the bright sunlight. The visceral image slammed into my groin. My heavy balls ached with the sudden, sharp demand to breed her.

I ran a rough hand through my damp hair. I needed to cut Declan off before he started asking real questions about my physical state.

"I need water. Too much sun."

Audrey gave me another deeply concerned look. Declan merely chuckled. He clapped a heavy hand on my tense shoulder.

"You’re not as young as you used to be. You probably need to pace yourself with the bourbon and the view."

I let out a sharp, dry laugh. It held zero humor. I nodded my head once, agreeing with the hidden truth in his joke.

"Yeah. The view’s a lot to take in."

I turned on my heel. I was already walking toward the sleek interior doors of the yacht. I needed vast amounts of space. I needed the freezing blast of the air conditioning. I needed to lock myself inside my private cabin and jerk off to the maddening image of her. I needed to stroke my aching cock while picturing her walking barefoot into my life like a walking temptation wrapped in white cotton and bare thighs.

My heart hammered against my ribs with a heavy, frantic rhythm. The truth was dark and terrifyingly undeniable. If I had stood there on that deck for one second longer, my restraint would have shattered. I would have walked straight over to her. I would have grabbed her by those soft hips. I would have pressed her chest flat against that hard glass railing. I would have ripped that little dress up over her round ass and fucked her deep, fast, and raw until the entire yacht crew heard her scream my name.

I reached the hallway of my private cabin. I stepped inside the dark, cool room and slammed the heavy wooden door shut behind me. I flipped the brass deadbolt. The sharp click of the lock echoing in the quiet room was the only permission my beast needed.

The civilized facade died. The respectable father figure vanished the second that door secured my privacy.

I yanked my expensive leather belt open. I tore at the metal button of my slacks. I shoved the dark pants and my silk boxers down just enough to free my aching cock. It sprang out thick, angry, and flushed dark red. The sensitive head already glistened with a heavy coat of slick pre-cum.

I let out a harsh, guttural groan. I leaned back against the solid wood of the door. My broad chest rose and fell in jagged, uneven gasps. I breathed like a man who had just sprinted for miles through a war zone. The air conditioning chilled the sweat drying on my skin, but my blood was boiling hot. I was a feral beast. I was purely an Alpha losing his mind over an Omega.

I wrapped my large right hand around the thick base of my cock. I squeezed hard. I squeezed with enough brutal pressure to cause a dull ache, desperate to take the edge off the maddening hunger flooding my system.

"Fuck."

The curse hissed through my gritted teeth. But the second I closed my eyes, she was there. Siena. The image was burned permanently into the back of my eyelids. That fucking white dress. Those soft, heavy tits bouncing free without a bra underneath. That sweet, innocent smile. She looked at me out there like she had no idea her intoxicating scent was dragging me down into the darkest depths of sexual madness. She looked at me like I was just a polite man. She did not know my inner wolf was tracking her every breath.

My hand started to pump. The movement began before I even gave my brain the command. Long, tight strokes. Up and down the slick shaft of my cock. The friction felt incredibly good, but it was not enough to satisfy the animal in my gut. I needed her flesh. I needed to sink into her heat.

I pictured her dropping to her bare knees on the plush carpet of this very room. I visualized her looking up at me. Her soft mouth parted open. Her big eyes wide and teary with total submission. I imagined her struggling to take my thick cock all the way down her throat like a good, obedient Omega slut. I could almost feel the scalding heat of her wet mouth sliding over my frantic flesh. I could imagine the slide of her tongue over my sensitive frenulum.

My deep groans grew louder. The rough sound bounced off the polished mahogany walls of the empty cabin. My hips jerked forward, thrusting my rigid cock deeper into my own tight grip. I chased the phantom sensation of her soft lips.

I imagined her whimpering beneath me on the large king-sized bed across the room. I saw her pinned flat to the white mattress. One of her long, bare legs thrown high over my broad shoulder. I pictured her wet pussy stretched wide open. I saw myself shoving two thick fingers deep inside her slick channel. I would pump my fingers in and out, curling them relentlessly against her sensitive walls. I would make her come over and over again. I would ruin her with my hands until she was sobbing, thrashing, and begging for my knot to plug her leaking hole.

I increased the brutal pace of my hand. The friction burned my palm, but the sharp pain fed the dark fire in my gut.

I imagined grabbing her slender throat. I saw myself flipping her over and pressing her beautiful face flat into the pillows. I pictured gripping her soft hips and pounding her tight cunt from behind. She would take every brutal inch. She would shake from the relentless force of my heavy hips slamming against her ass cheeks. She would scream 'Daddy' into the mattress while I claimed her body as my own.

I imagined rolling her onto her back. I saw myself burying my face between her pale thighs. I would lick her sweet, soaking wet pussy. I would drag my rough tongue over her swollen clit. And then, I would pull back and slap her wet cunt with two fingers. I would slap her just to watch the shock cross her pretty face. I would slap her just to watch her cry real tears and spread her legs even wider for more punishment.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Siena. Fuck."

My voice cracked. It came out hoarse and ragged. My broad chest heaved as my lungs fought for oxygen. I was panting like a wild animal. My hand pumped harder. Faster. Rougher. I could feel the thick veins bulging along the shaft of my cock, straining against my sweaty palm. I could feel the intense heat racing straight up my spine. My balls pulled up tight against my body. They felt heavy. They ached with the desperate need to unleash a massive flood of cum deep inside a womb.

I could not stop the explicit images from flooding my brain. I was drowning in my own filthy obsession.

I saw her lying back on my bed. Her slim legs spread wide apart. Her big eyes wide with a intoxicating mix of fear and pure lust. Her plush lips trembling as I grabbed her knees and forced her thighs open to their absolute limit. I pictured her bare pussy exposed to my hungry gaze. It would be glistening under the cabin lights. Untouched. Pink, tight, and swollen shut with desperate Omega need. She would be dripping slick all the way down to her ass.

I imagined sliding my fingers inside her just to hear the sweet, broken way she cried out in pain and pleasure. I would use my thumb to press hard against her sensitive clit. I would rub in merciless, fast circles until she lost her mind. She would lose all her sweet innocence. She would become a slave to the orgasms I gave her.

I imagined her breath hitching in her chest. I heard her sweet voice breaking as she whimpered into the quiet room.

"Please, Daddy, I want it. I want all of it."

The fantasy hit my brain like a shot of pure adrenaline.

"Fuck. Yes. Just like that, kitten. Just like that."

I groaned out loud. I slammed the back of my head hard against the wooden door. My cock jerked and twitched with brutal force inside my fist.

I kept stroking. My grip was relentless. My pace was savage. I needed this release. I needed to come. I needed to purge the weeks of pent-up, suffocating hunger I had buried beneath tailored suits, polite manners, and fake fatherly smiles. I was not thinking like a civilized man anymore. I was thinking like an Alpha in a blind rut. I was thinking like a beast who had locked eyes with his Omega and was losing his mind from the primal urge to mate.

I imagined sneaking up behind her while she stood at the railing outside. I saw myself grabbing her narrow waist. Yanking that white dress right up over her round ass. Ripping her little silk panties aside. I would grab my thick cock and slam it deep into her tight, wet pussy in one brutal thrust. I would hit her cervix so hard the breath would leave her lungs in a shocked gasp.

I imagined her sobbing my name into the ocean breeze. Her hot tears falling onto her hands as I stretched her delicate entrance wide open. I saw my thick knot swelling up huge inside her tight channel. I would lock her down. I would trap her on my cock while her little pussy clamped down hard, milking me for every last drop of my heavy seed.

I stroked harder. I grunted. I swore into the empty space.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Siena. I’m gonna fucking come."

My large hand was a blur of motion over my heavy cock. The thick shaft was slick with a massive amount of pre-cum. It flushed a dark, angry red. The sensitive head twitched rapidly in my palm. It pulsed like it possessed its own feral heartbeat. It pulsed like it knew it belonged buried deep inside her untouched body.

I was panting. Sweating. I hunched my broad shoulders slightly forward. My narrow hips bucked into my own fist. I thrust my pelvis with savage, jerky motions, pretending I was driving my cock deep into her soaked little cunt and not my own calloused hand.

I fastened my rhythm. I tightened my grip until my knuckles turned white. I squeezed the head of my cock so hard the intense pleasure turned sharp. It burned. It felt filthy and raw.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck that ass. I can’t wait to spank it."

The dark words spilled from my mouth in a feral growl. I visualized the specific scene with crystal clarity. She was bent over the sleek wooden desk in the captain’s quarters. She was bare from the waist down. Her smooth thighs trembled under the heavy weight of her own arousal. Her pussy was soaked, pink, and swollen. She was just waiting for me. Waiting for her Alpha to take what was his.

Her round ass was soft and high. It was a perfect, peachy curve made to be punished by my large hands. I saw myself stepping up right behind her. I grabbed both cheeks in my hands and pulled them wide apart. I spread her open. I spit a thick wad of saliva right onto her tight, puckered hole. And then, I raised my heavy hand and slapped her bare ass. I slapped her until the soft flesh bounced. I slapped her until her pale skin turned a bright, stinging red under my heavy palm. She would moan through the sharp sting of pain. She would bite her lower lip to muffle her cries. She would arch her back and push her round ass back into my hand, begging for more.

I gritted my teeth. I stroked faster. Harder. Every muscle in my arms, my chest, and my thick legs locked tight with agonizing tension.

"Gonna slap that ass until you cry, kitten."

I growled the dirty promise under my breath. My chest rumbled with the deep, predatory sound.

"Then I’m gonna fuck you from behind. Gonna stretch that tight pussy around Daddy’s cock until you’re dripping wet and stuffed full."

My balls drew up so tight against my body I thought the cords would snap. The pressure in my groin reached a critical, agonizing peak. I let go of the door and pumped my cock with both hands now. My left hand wrapped tight around the thick base. My right hand twisted relentlessly over the slick head. I was coated in my own filth. I was furious with pure lust.

I did not care how deranged I looked standing alone in a locked cabin with my pants around my ankles. I did not care how loud my ragged groans echoed off the walls. I was a man swallowed whole by lust. I was drunk on the phantom memory of her sweet scent. I was addicted to the image of her body. I was obsessed with ruining her innocence.

"I’m gonna bend you over the glass window. Gonna make you scream my name while the whole fucking ocean hears you getting ruined."

I hissed the filthy words, spittle flying from my lips.

"Gonna fuck you with my fingers first. One. Then two. Then three. I’ll stretch you until that little cunt begs for more."

My heavy breathing stuttered in my chest. My thick thighs locked tight, bracing for the inevitable impact.

"Then I’ll put it in. Nice and slow. All of it. Every fucking inch of this cock."

I could hear her sweet, desperate voice echoing inside my shattered mind. I could hear her whimpering up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Daddy, please. More. I need it. I need your cock."

That was the breaking point. The edge of the cliff.

I snapped.

My entire body tensed into solid stone as the massive orgasm hit me like a runaway freight train. My thick cock jerked violently in my brutal grip. Thick, hot ropes of pure white cum shot out of me. The heavy fluid spilled in massive bursts across my hard stomach. It coated my knuckles. It splashed onto my untucked shirt. Heavy, wet splatters hit the wooden floorboards between my boots.

I groaned. The sound was deep, loud, and incredibly primal. I threw my head back against the heavy door. My broad chest heaved as I dragged in huge gulps of air. But I did not stop. I kept stroking right through the overwhelming climax. I milked my throbbing cock for every single drop of seed. My hips twitched and bucked involuntarily with each powerful pulse. Cum kept pouring from me in a relentless flood. It poured from me like I had not released in months.

"Fuck. Yes. Take it. Take all of Daddy’s cum."

I gasped the dirty words to the empty room.

"So fucking much. I’m gonna fill you up, kitten. Gonna breed you so deep you’ll never forget how this cock felt inside you."

My jaw locked tight. My breath came in harsh, ragged rasps.

"I’m gonna fill you, kitten. I’m gonna fuck you so deep you won’t remember your fucking name."

My tall frame shook with brutal tremors. Cold sweat soaked through my expensive shirt, pasting the fabric to my chest and shoulders. Thick strings of cum streaked down my knuckles and dripped onto the floor. I kept pumping my heavy shaft. I squeezed and stroked even as the sensitive flesh throbbed with the painful ache of overstimulation. I kept pumping until the second wave hit.

My breath hitched sharply in my throat. My cock twitched in my slick fist again. Another hot pulse of cum leaked out over my fingers, even though I had already emptied my heavy balls twice over. The sheer volume of my release proved how feral my body had become under her spell.

"Fuck, I’m gonna breed you."

I snarled the dark vow. My voice was low. Shaky. Unhinged. The Alpha inside me was demanding a mate.

"Gonna knot you so deep you’ll never be able to fuck anyone else. Gonna pump my seed into you. Gonna fill your little cunt until my cum leaks down your bare thighs. You’ll smell like me for days."

I stood there in the quiet cabin. My heavy cock rested tight in my wet hand. The thick cum began to slide down my wrist, slowly cooling against the heated skin of my stomach. The frantic pounding of my heart slowly started to decelerate. The brutal haze of lust began to recede, leaving behind a stark, exhausting clarity.

Then, a sudden noise pierced the silence.

A soft knock rapped against the heavy wood of the door at my back.

"Sir?"

A female voice called out gently through the thick wood.

"Your room on the deck is ready."

Fuck.

It was the yacht’s stewardess.

I froze. I stared down at the absolute mess I had made of myself. The sticky cum on my stomach. The ruined pants. The sweat-drenched shirt. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep, slow breath, forcing my heart rate back down to a normal human rhythm. I had to put the mask back on. I had to cage the beast.

I coughed once. The sound was rough and low. I tried to clear my dry throat of the filthy, feral words that were practically choking me.

"I’ll be there in a few minutes."

I called out through the door. My voice sounded deeper than it should have been. It still held the raw, gravelly edge of a post-orgasmic Alpha.

"Yes, sir."

The stewardess answered politely. I listened to the soft, rhythmic click of her heels as she walked away down the carpeted corridor.

I released my grip on my cock. I let my hand drop to my side. I pushed myself away from the solid wood of the door. I walked over to the small en-suite bathroom and reached for a thick white towel. I wiped the cooling cum off my stomach and my hand with slow, deliberate motions. I tucked my still-semi-hard cock back into my silk boxers. I zipped up my pants and fastened my leather belt.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My chest still rose and fell with heavy breaths. I still looked like a man who had just fought for his life in a dark alley. My dark eyes were dilated and incredibly dangerous.

I gripped the edges of the marble sink.

I was going to see her again.

I was going to walk out of this cabin. I was going to climb the stairs. I was going to step back onto that sunlit deck. And she would be standing there. Looking sweet. Looking innocent. She would be smiling at me with the exact same soft mouth I had just dreamed of fucking. She would talk to me like she had no idea what her body had done to me. She would act like she did not know what her scent was still doing to my fractured sanity.

She was clueless.

But I knew the truth.

As I tossed the dirty towel into the hamper and turned to leave the bathroom, the feral realization settled deep into my bones. The dark obsession had taken root. The beast had tasted blood, and he would not go back to sleep.

This was not over.

This was just the beginning.