Chapter 3 Kneel down

Cynthia's heart trembled, finally succumbing to the irresistible intimidation.

　　She took off the strap of her collar, revealing her neck and clavicle, as well as the white undershirt covering her chest.

　　The opening of the Bordeaux clothes was mostly at the front, pierced and tied with thin and long straps. If she pulled off the straps, she would took off the entire clothes.

　　Her clothes slipped onto the sofa chair.

　　Cynthia's kneeling position was somewhat unnatural, and she tried to cover her chest and lower body with her hands.

　　"Two seconds."

　　Zachary turned around and saw the dress that the girl had taken off and the bra covering her breasts, frowned dissatisfiedly and approached her.

　　"What did I say just now?"

　　Cynthia was too ashamed to repeat the man's command.

　　"Undress yourself completely."

　　On Cynthia's body, aside from her askew panties that had already been pulled down to her thighs, all that was left was a small top barely covering her breasts.

　　In contrast, Zachary was dressed immaculately.

　　Under the brim of his hat, his deep brown hair covered half of his pupil, making it difficult to discern his expression. Cynthia's fingers trembled as she clutched the hem of her small top, trying to make a last-ditch effort. "Mr. Churchill, I'm just here to deliver breakfast," she said, her voice barely audible, almost drained of all courage.

　　"So?" Zachary seemed to have completely missed the point of Cynthia's words.

　　"..." Cynthia lowered her head in despair.

　　The command of the copper mirror sounded.

　　["Tell Mr. Churchill: Please enjoy me."]

　　"Please...enjoy me," Cynthia said. There was a moment of silence.

　　Perhaps Cynthia's words had really pleased Zachary. The cold and aloof man didn't seem to pursue the fact that Cynthia hadn't undressed within the specified time.

　　He stood in front of the sofa chair, with his right hand passing through Cynthia's hair, stroking it a few times.

　　His left hand lifted Cynthia's top and pulled it up to her neck, revealing her delicate and beautiful breasts and light pink nipples.

　　"That's not bad." He said, trying to hide his desire and embarrassment.

　　Zachary's fingers slowly traced from the top of Cynthia's breast to her waist, causing Cynthia's body to tremble under the touch of his leather gloves.

　　He leaned in close to Cynthia's ear and spoke in a deep voice, "However, the command earlier wasn't completed, and punishment is inevitable."

　　Zachary stood upright, took out the bronze spoon that had once been inserted into Cynthia's vagina from the teacup and fiddled with it between his fingers.

　　"Kneel down. Hands behind your back."

　　Cynthia couldn't resist anymore, whether it was because of Omega's obedience to the powerful werewolf or because she couldn't make any out-of-line actions under the command of the bronze mirror.

　　She slowly brought her hands behind her back.

　　"Look up at me."

　　Cynthia raised her head, and her gaze met with the man's. Under the man's instructions, she could hardly feel anything except for his pitch-black pupils and the pressure of the spoon against her chin.

　　"Lift your boobs."

　　Cynthia pursed her lips and straightened her back, causing her full and round breasts to almost brush against the man's hands.

　　And then, without giving Cynthia any chance to react.

　　"Ah-" The back of the bronze spoon in Zachary's hand hit Cynthia's left nipple with precision and force, causing it to instantly turn red and erect, as if it had just been cruelly teased.

　　Cynthia was gasping, almost unable to calm down. She instinctively wanted to cover her chest with her arms.

　　"Mr. Churchill." She pleaded.

　　Zachary remained unmoved. He grabbed her wrist and the spoon struck her left nipple again, more heavily this time.

　　"Ah..." The pain spread from the nipple, and Cynthia's entire upper body tingled.

　　His voice became even more stern than before, threateningly: "If you don't want your nipples to be whipped, put your hands behind your back."

　　The pain was unbearable.

　　But what made Cynthia feel even more ashamed was that because of the whipping her nipple with the back of the metal spoon, more sticky fluid flowed out of her lower body.

　　A sense of emptiness overwhelmed her.

　　She began to miss the man's warm fingers pressing on her vagina. Undeniably, an Omega's sensitive body was naturally aroused by such humiliation and manipulation.

　　The numbness in her boobs remained, and Cynthia bit her lips.

　　Zachary pinched the girl's chin, pressing down on the corner of her mouth through the black gloves.

　　Cynthia thought that he would soon take the next action, but Zachary just looked down on her in this way.

　　He asked in a flat tone, "What's your name?"

　　"Cynthia Green." Under the man's gaze, Cynthia didn't dare to lie.

　　"You are an Omega?"

　　"Yes, Mr. Churchill." Cynthia felt embarrassed because of the man's gaze, as if he could see all the details on her body.

　　Not only the erect nipples and bare lower body, but also the secretions constantly oozing from her vagina, even the intact hymen and small uterus deep inside.

　　After shift, Omega's reproductive organs would grow into completely different shapes compared to other werewolves. Omega's uterus would undergo secondary growth, making it more conducive to fertilization and semen irrigation.

　　And all of this seemed to be penetrated by the man's deep gaze.

　　"The scent of pheromones in the air has always been faint. You're resisting, trying to hold back, and not wanting to reveal your pheromones."

　　Zachary was not satisfied with using pheromones to seduce her. As a powerful werewolf and the Alpha of his wolfpack, he wanted Cynthia to actively release pheromones, beg for his touch, desire his generosity, and seek pleasure from him.

　　"Since that's the case, let's make a deal."

　　Cynthia looked up at him.

　　"Next, I will use the back of a spoon to slap your left and right nipples five times each. During the slapping process, I want to hear you counting. If you finish counting and no pheromones are released, I will let you go."

　　"What if...I fail?"

　　"Have you started thinking about the consequences of failure?" Zachary stared into the girl's eyes, "What would a male werewolf do to an Omega who releases pheromones in front of him? Do I need to make it any clearer?"

　　"......"

　　Cynthia's heartbeat became even faster.

　　Zachary, "Let's get started."