The Omega For Sale

Greyson’s POV:

“That should round it up. I think we’ve got the rest of it covered. We just need t-” Smith had been saying.

But he was interrupted by screaming coming for downstairs and his eyes widened with shock. My Beta didn’t live here, but even himself knew how much I valued peace and quiet and how demanding I was for both of these things.

I couldn’t exactly understand The ruckus from downstairs, but that was exactly the point, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to hear any of it.

“I think we covered the main ground for this meeting, let’s have another one by Friday.” I said and Smith understood the message in my words.

It was a dismissal and he rose from his seat and prepared to exit the room.

I followed soon after once I was done with putting away the documents we had just worked with. The moment I stepped out of my office, I recognized the voice.

Zoe.

That disappointed me even more. Of all the maids that should break a rule, it should never have to be her.

I walked in the direction of the kitchen where the ruckus seemed to be coming from and I was just in time to hear Emilia hurl hurtful words at Freya.

The unforgivable thing about this was the fact that it wasn’t the first time she was doing this. At the auction house, I had heard her comment about Freya’s body.

I knew that not all the maids would get along properly, it would be wishful thinking to assume they would, but the last thing I wanted to deal with would be another questioning why I had chosen to purchase a maid.

Or bullying amongst the maids.

I watched silently as Freya raised her hands to slap Emilia and for a second a surge of pride went through me.

No one should have to tolerate that sort of behavior for anything, but I berated myself for it. I shouldn’t also be supporting the behavior that Freya had just exhibited too. They were all wrong.

I had gotten all the culprits involved with the ruckus, although Freya could have avoided being involved by thinking through her actions last minute, but it was too late. She was getting punished too.

The moment I sent the girls to the punishment room, I went back to my office to gather my thoughts a bit and also give the girls some time to reflect on their behaviors.

I couldn’t exactly be sure of what had triggered Zoe’s loud scream. She was head of the maids so it was okay for her to scold a maid that wasn’t doing good enough, but it was never okay to shout-scream- at them.

For Emilia, I had watch her scene unfold. If I had to guess then Zoe had either been screaming at Freya or the other girl beside her, Christie, I think her name was.

Or maybe both of them. Since they both had their head bowed in what looked like shame or embarrassment, but whatever the situation that was, Emilia had crossed a line.

I got to make the decision of what omegas I purchased and the ones I didn’t. She had no right to spit the hateful words that she had at Freya.

Freya had reacted the way every person would react when triggered in the manner that Emilia had done to her.

But not in my home, no form of physical violence could be excused. So she also had to be punished.

That settled it then.

Zoe would take the harshest punishment, simply because she should know better than anyone to not do anything that could get her in trouble, Emilia would come next then Freya.

With my mind set on a decision, I moved in the direction of the punishment room.

Punishing the other girls felt like a walk through the park. Not only did it go by faster than I even thought it could, there was also a part of me that wasn’t connected to the scene in anyway and that hurried the punishment even faster.

Something changed when it came to Freya’s turn to be punished.

It started with the confusion of what punishment tool to use. I had initially picked out the paddle but now it seemed too little compared with what the other girls had suffered.

Although it was only her behavior that could be properly excused but it felt unfair to cheat the other girls.

Maybe I would increase the number of strike she would get, so her punishment could be closer to what the other girls had gotten.

“On your feet. Hands on the pole.” I instructed.

There was a moment of hesitation and confusion that flashed through the green eyed girl, but then she was moving to do as I instructed.

The paddle was definitely easier than the whip and cane. In fact it merely hurt for too long and it was usually easier to get over.

I let the tension in the air settle around us and then with no warning at all, I let the paddle come in contact with her buttocks.

Freya jumped in reaction but then I could see that she had been expecting something much worse, since she was calm in a couple of seconds again.

I increased the strength I used in delivering the second blow and my personal maid whimpered.

The sound was surprising to me since that wasn’t the ideal sound to make while in pain but I continued the punishment.

After the sixth strike was when I caught whiff of it.

It wasn’t hard to recognize it for what it was because Freya moaned along with it.

I couldn’t be sure if it was the intoxicating scent of her arousal or the wanton moan that she had let out alongside but it had an immediate effect on my body.

My pants tightened in seconds flat and I could feel my sexually charged senses roar to life. I couldn’t go on with this punishment.

The more strikes I delivered the worse Freya’s arousal got. The air around me felt thickened with it and I couldn’t be sure if I were actually taking in any oxygen that wasn’t laced with the scent of her arousal at this point.

An overriding need pulsed through my body and threatened to drive me mad in the very next second.

I took subtle deep breaths to try to quench the raging fire that had begun burning inside my pants and was at the edge of bursting through my entire body and spreading.

But that resolve and efforts shattered the moment Freya let out a breath that was stringed with a loud moan.

The green eyed girl’s breathing had grown alarmingly ragged and I knew that I had to get out of the room in the next second, or I couldn’t be responsible for my actions anymore.

My wolf was just on the edge and he clawed at my mind threatening to take control and ravage my maid but I knew better. That had consequences that couldn’t be taken back easily.

Dropping the paddle onto the floor, I exited the room quickly and speed walked back to my bedroom, hoping that I didn’t encounter a maid on the way.

It would be hard trying to get out of explaining why I was walking around with my wood trying to shoot a hole through my pants.

Thankfully the coast was clear.

The moment I walked into my room and locked the door properly behind me, I flew towards my bathroom and in seconds my clothes were off my body.

As my hand came in contact with my dick, I felt a delicious shiver pass through my spine. It was hard for me to believe that I had gotten this drunk on lust from inhaling Freya’s arousal alone.

My fingers worked the length of my dick, slicking it with pre cum and I pumped my throbbing cock in long, hard strokes from base to tip.

I was appalled by my lack of self control but it seemed like I was helpless in the face of the frenzy that was currently overtaking me.

I shuddered with pleasure and blinding need because even when I was out of the room that had been clouded with Freya’s scent, I could still perceive her arousal like I was still in the room with her and that drove me closer and closer to the edge.

My orgasm hit me with more force than I thought was possible and with an animalistic roar, hot cum burst out from the tip of my cock in thick streams.

I whimpered almost brokenly as my cock jerked within my hand and my entire body convulsed in fierce tremors as relief exploded through me.

It felt like my heart was trying to get out of its cage with the way it pounded fiercely through my chest and for a moment I feared that it would explode along with my cock.

I could barely manage to make it into the shower from way my body writhed with pleasure.

What the hell just happened?

It was rare that I would lose control like that, I could barely remember the last time that I had been intimate with another person. That could very well explain the uncontrollable onslaught of lust.

But what I couldn’t understand was how my body had become uncontrollable because of a scent.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

This was a problem.

And no matter how small and insignificant it appeared to be now, I knew that I needed to curb it to prevent it from exploding into something unexpected.