CHAPTER 89: BDSM DUNGEON! [-R18]

Lucien regretted everything. He should never have swum across the damn ocean just to drag those idiotic Twinster back. He should have let them drift away and let natural selection take care of them.

"You know," he murmured with an exaggerated tremble, "the ocean is so cold. I think I’m going to catch a cold."

Edmund sat beside him with a quiet, blooming smile, clearly delighted with the view he had of Lucien’s restrained, fully exposed body. From where he was seated, he could see every curve and every twitch.

"Aren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to be treated like a weak princess?" Edmund replied in a gentle, amused tone. "Now take your medicine, Lucien."

"Fuck all of you. This is humiliating," Lucien muttered, his face overheated enough to warm an entire room.

He was bent over the sex bench, his wrists and ankles secured, his flushed face revealed to everyone present.

The so-called dungeon surrounding them was filled with unfamiliar toys and devices he wished he had never learned existed.

"This is also your debt," Adrian said, clearly thrilled. "You lost the game. Now you pay."

He looked deliriously happy, like someone who had just discovered a new favorite pastime.

Silas stood beside him with his sleeves rolled up, revealing dark tribal ink across his forearm, the black gloves on his hands only making him look more dangerous.

Lucien hated the way Silas looked. He hated the tied-back hair, the veins along his arms, the calm confidence in every movement. No omega with functioning hormones would remain sane staring at that.

Silas lifted a thin black paddle and brought it down in a swift, precise motion.

The sound cracked through the air.

Lucien jerked violently. "Hah!"

"Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy it," Silas said, his voice deep and velvety, sending a shiver straight along Lucien’s spine. "You should be honest with us."

Lucien forced down a swallow, mortified by the way his body reacted. He wanted to give in. He wanted to surrender every filthy desire he’d buried. But shame kept clawing him back.

"No. I don’t," he insisted through clenched teeth, although his voice wavered when Silas gave him another light slap, this time landing dangerously close to his entrance. Heat flooded his cheeks instantly.

"Oh, you lying little omega," Silas whispered near his ear, his breath warm enough to make Lucien tremble.

"Stop it. Seriously. Don’t you all feel ashamed doing this kind of degenerate nonsense? Let me go already," Lucien complained, twisting helplessly against the restraints.

Adrian sighed dramatically and sat beside Edmund. "There he goes, ruining the atmosphere. Should we get him another aphrodisiac?"

Lucien huffed out a dry laugh. "Drugging me just to make me kneel to alpha orders. That’s pathetic."

Silas only smiled, his expression filling with amusement. "So you are playing hard to get."

He turned toward the table, opened a small box, and returned with a familiar black device resting in his hand.

Lucien’s eyes widened immediately. He recognized it. A prostate massager.

"What are you planning to do with that?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Silas tilted his head, his tone soft but merciless. "I will put this inside you. If you do not climax within five minutes, I will let you go."

Lucien scoffed. "Five minutes? That’s easy. Bring it on."

The alpha’s grin curled into something wicked, a slow, predatory lift of his lips, telling him he had just made the worst mistake of his life .

"Right. I almost forgot. This one vibrates. A lot. So enjoy it."

"What?!" Lucien twisted to look back, but Silas was already slicking the toy with lubricant.

Before he could spit out another protest, the alpha pushed it inside him in a single confident glide.

Lucien’s entire body locked up, his amethyst irises going wide as a strangled moan punched out of him.

"Hah!"

His forehead dropped onto the cushion in front of him, but Adrian immediately tapped the bench in protest.

"Hey! Face up! We want to see you getting horny, Lucien!" he laughed, absolutely delighted with the chaos unfolding.

Lucien glared through a pant. "Th-this is cheating! Ahh, hnn! You didn’t tell me it vibrates!"

The toy was already shifting inside him, slowly moving on its own in search of the spot it wanted.

When it found his prostate and pressed down, the omega’s moan deepened, spilling out raw and desperate.

His cock hardened instantly, and his scent filled the entire dungeon in a wave that hit every alpha like a drug.

"Not even a full minute and you’re already this hard," Silas said, closing one gloved hand around Lucien’s cock.

The omega jolted violently, the movement pushing the toy deeper until it ground right against his sweet spot.

"Sh-shit! Don’t touch me, hnngh!"

His breath came fast and ragged, almost feverish. His body felt like it was burning alive from the inside, every nerve buzzing with pleasure so sharp it nearly made him dizzy.

"What’s wrong?" Silas murmured, leaning closer.

"You already want to cum, don’t you?" His voice dropped to a low, controlled rumble that made Lucien’s knees tremble.

"And the best part? I haven’t even turned it on yet."

A soft click echoed.

The toy shuddered to life.

Lucien’s body tensed like he’d been shocked. His eyes flew open, his mouth falling into a weak whimper.

"Oh, ohhh... ahhhn!" He bit his lips hard, but it didn’t stop anything.

His interface was already wet, nectar dripping onto the bench below him in soft, steady drops.

He was ready to cum. He needed something bigger, something alive, something that could break him open properly. The toy wasn’t enough and he knew it, but his pride refused to admit it.

"No... no, hold it in, hold it! hnnn—" he whispered to himself, trembling.

His tiny hope shattered the moment Silas brought the paddle down on his ass. The slap cracked in the air, and the mix of pain and pleasure slammed through Lucien so strongly his legs nearly shook apart.

Silas didn’t stop. He spanked his cheeks rhythmically, each strike making Lucien’s entrance clench around the toy, making the vibration sink deeper, harder. His voice dropped into the filthiest baritone imaginable.

"Come on, Lucien. Give in. Be our little bitch."

Another slap landed, this time hitting the base of the toy and driving it even further inside him.

"You love my cock. Don’t act like you don’t." Silas leaned down, his breath hot against Lucien’s ear.

"You want to be ruined under us. You want to be nothing but a doll who moans and cums. Isn’t that what you dream of?"

A hand—his bare hand this time—struck Lucien’s ass with a sharp, precise smack.

Lucien’s entire body convulsed.

He couldn’t hold anything anymore.

"I—I’M CUMMING!!!"

He screamed, voice cracking as he spilled hard onto the dungeon floor, ropes of white painting the ground while his slick dripped desperately down his thighs.

The force of it even pushed the toy out, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud.

Silas chuckled above him. "Four minutes. If you’d held on for just one more, you’d be free right now. What a shame."

Lucien slumped forward, trying to catch his breath. "Ugh... hahh... jerk..."

He could feel their gazes on him; hungry, impatient, starving. Adrian was already stroking himself eagerly beside Edmund, whose slow movements showed he was savoring every second.

Lucien licked his lips.

Tonight was going to be a very, very long night.