A Facebook writing group I’m in does prompts every now and again for flash fiction pieces. These works are generally 500 words or less and are mostly just a scene.
Prompt: The last thing he needed was another mouth to feed.
She was such a cute little thing. The way the metal collar and cuffs gleamed under the spotlights, the chains holding her pinned to the small platform made her look the perfect little doll. The auctioneer had had to force her into the submissive pose, and as he drew closer he saw why she had stopped her earlier snarling. The leather bit cut deep into her plump cheeks, lips raw where her teeth had gnashed in fury.
The other males called to her, forcing slick to drip in thick rivulets from her pretty red lips, but she screamed mangled obscenities as the chains rattled her defiance.
The gathering parted before him as he stalked closer to the stage. He was the damned king of this depraved corner of the universe, and it showed as Alphas from near and far bowed their heads and made way. Standing over the growling Omega, lips tugging up into a smirk, he let his gaze wander over her bared flesh. The growl rose from deep within his chest. Darker, richer than any other present. Smirk drawing up into a cruel twist of his full lips, he watched her pupils blow wide, the thin ring of deep amber nothing but a memory as he worked his fingers through the thick tangles of her hair and pushed her nose against his seeping prick caught beneath thick wool.
Her plaintive whines were music to his ears. He really didn’t need another mouth to feed…
“Put her in my transporter.”
It was going to be so much fun breaking this one. Hopefully she lasted longer than her predecessor.
