A Boy for Miss Molly (Omegaverse)

It wasn’t the first time Sam had ever stood anywhere with his hat in his hands but this moment definitely stood above the rest as one in which he thought he’d certainly hit “rock-bottom.” He twisted his little flat cap in his hands while he stood, dirty and wet from the rain in Miss Molly’s parlor. He hadn’t even the courage to put his boots near to the fire so he stood next to it, hoping that it wouldn’t merely make him warm and damp or the room humid. When he’d asked to speak to Miss Molly, he’d thought himself capable to say what he’d come to ask but as he waited for her, alone and uncertain, he grew more and more convinced that in this he was doomed to fail as well. He hadn’t been a very good boxer. Fight after fight he lost and gained only more scars to show for it. He used to be pretty, he thought solemnly. He used to be pretty and lithe and worth having for a night or two…but now? He avoided peering into any mirrors for the fear of having to see the scars on his face. He supposed that to most, he was still cute enough. It wasn’t as though he had to have his jaw put back together like Hugh or his nose broken like Cyril. He’d never lost function of any of his eyes like Fox or near had his tongue ripped out like Maddie. Despite all his losses…he still only had a few scars… Her low feminine tone put more butterflies in his gut and he gasped when she walked in. “Hello, little boxer. Forgive me, I don’t recall your name though I’ve seen you before.” She was beautiful and tall, her deep sanguine skirts floating about her as she moved easily into the room and sat upon the settee. She smoothed her gloved hands over those voluminous skirts and looked up at him through long lashes. “You asked to see me?” “Uh I…I-I…” He gulped, twisting his hat harder. “I um…I-I heard…th-that y-you were m-most times…uh…um…” His lower lip began to tremble and he could feel his back bowing as he cowered in submission. “Oh, sweetpea,” she cooed gently, sitting up, “you don’t have to be afraid of me. Whatever it is, I’m not going to be angry with you.” “I-I…u-um…” “Shhh, little one. Would you like me to rub you?” “N-no thank you, m-mum,” he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides with a huff, “I-I’ve come here t-to ask…if…” She was leaning forward now, concern etched in her features. “If…?” “If you mightn’t need a…another.” “Another…?” “Another. Whore.” There was a bit of a pause in which the beautiful Alpha’s face did not change from concern, her scent muddling into an odd state of befuddlement before she sputtered out a gentle giggle in her realization. “Oh dear, you mean you.” She giggled again, pulling out her fan and flipping it open so that she could flutter it toward her throat. “Gracious, this is a surprise. What in the world would possess you to resort to this?” His cheeks were so hot he thought he might burst into flame. That or tears, he wasn’t sure which. “M-My manager…Mr. Hawk…he’s had enough of my losin’. If I d-don’t find my way, I’ll…I’ll just…y-you see, I owe a lot of money…me Ma was sick for a long time and…now though she’s gone, the doctors still need their pay…and…I can’t pay them… I don’t want to go to to the workhouse, mum…I’ll die there…” He felt hot, shameful tears spill over onto his cheeks. “So here I am…and I’m beggin’, mum. Please…I’ll do anythin’.” Miss Molly was looking at him with soft eyes and she flipped her fan closed. “Dearest little one, you are far too sweet. Come here and let me rub you.” He stumbled forward, unable to resist her cloying scent. Sinking into her, he held her behind her shoulders and dipped his face into her throat while she rubbed at the back of his neck with her silk-gloved fingers. The pressure she placed there soothed him and he felt more of his tears leak out and dampen her flesh. God she smelled incredible. Poached pears and cinnamon with a whiskey burn. The way old hard wood held him up after a night of heavy drinking and the glow of the orange fire in the hearth at the Rabbit. The comfortable scratch of wool blankets and the tight bearhugs that Hawk used to give him when he’d let her fuck him to have a safer bed in the loft. “Oh little Omega…” she cooed, “you’re very sweet and so precious, but you haven’t the looks…you haven’t the disposition.” He felt a new wave of sorrow crash into him and he was lost to his sobbing cries, rendered unintelligible against her. “Please…pluh…please…pleassse…god, please…” “Sweetpea,” she crooned, “sweetpea, shhhhh…let me hold you. Darling. Shush.” She lifted him and stood, swishing in her skirts and moving through the house while she held him and he wept. She was still cooing softly to him as she laid him down and brought his arms from around her. “Darling, my love, you must let me hold you. Properly, of course. Shhhh…shhhhh…” He blinked away most of his tears, his breaths coming in short hiccuping gasps while she undressed him to his drawers, distracting him with gentle nipping kisses to his ears and then his neck that he exposed in a show of his submission. It was warm and she was comfortable and slowly he lost himself to her touch as she swept her soft hands over his body and teased him until he was whimpering beneath her. His voice was breathy and he felt so terribly lost. “M-Miss Molly?” “Darling,” she murmured, standing up and reaching back to unlace her bodice. “I don’t understand…” “You don’t?” she asked, gazing down at him while she slowly peeled away her clothes, revealing herself before him as the most stunning example of an Alpha he’d ever seen before. She was lithe and almost feline in her musculature, her flesh unblemished and radiant. “Do you want me, little one?” “Y-yes…but…” “Then take me and take your pay for it. If you wish to be a whore so badly, then you’ll spread your legs for me and put in the work necessary.” Her words were honeyed but they hit him all the same and he sat up suddenly, his eyes tired from his tears. “Shhhh, Sweetpea. Everything’s fine.” She came to him then, naked and impossibly alluring, letting the pins out of her hair so that glorious red curls cascaded over her shoulders and the scent of her overtook him. “Let me keep you…just for a little while…” “K-Keep me?” She loomed over him, tugging down his drawers and revealing his hard little cock, stiff and reaching for her. “You’re ready for me already? That’s a good boy…” She pushed him back down onto the bed and climbed over him, her presence like that of a lion over her freshest kill. “Will you have me, little one? Darling?” “Uhhhn…” he tried, his lower lip trembling still, even as he nodded up at her. “Good boy…my very good boy…” she whispered. She continued to shower him with soft compliments, her hands roving over his body as she commended him on his physique, something she was fond of when it came to the boxers, of course. She held him and nuzzled at him, snuggling close to him before she leaned over to her bedside table and produced lubricant which she placed in his own hand. “Show me,” she purred, “how you like to touch yourself. How you’ll ready yourself for me.” He scrambled up on his hands and knees, slicking his fingers and reaching behind to touch himself. With a swift glance to make certain she was watching him, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly began to insert his fingers, fucking himself with them and all the while trying his best for it to appear arousing. He wasn’t certain he was succeeding as she only seemed amused and after a time, she took his wrist and halted him, swooping in behind him to poise her long, beautiful Alpha member against his slippery little hole. “Miss…Miss Molly,” he keened with a gasping sigh, leaning backwards to place more pressure upon that singular point where he would be impaled by her. The last time he had taken an Alpha was the last time Hawk had given him a place in the loft with her and it had been so long ago that he was itching for that perfect size, the stretch and the prodding length inside him. His body yearned for it and he couldn’t contain his wild groan of need. “Please…please…” “Eagerness is always a good trait in a rent boy…at the very least, you have that.” She leaned forward and took him then, easing into him as he gave out a guttural, masculine cry of relief and pleasure that sounded more like an animal’s cry than a human’s. He needed this. He needed to rid himself of all his tension and the build up of his frustrations. He needed to get absolutely fucking railed. Miss Molly seemed to read him easily, gripping his hips and pounding into him hard, her long nails digging into his flesh where she held him. She plowed him until he was screaming, grasping at the pillows and the headboard, his skin covered in scratches and nipping marks from her teeth. He came explosively, laying ropes of thick come over her counterpane and still she did not ease up or let him go. She continued to take him, mercilessly fucking him until he had lost count of how many times she’d made him come and how many wounds she’d given him that would bleed. “Uhhhhhhhhhnnnn…uhhhhn…uhhhhhhhnnn….” he breathed when she finally let him go and he lay on the damp counterpane, his thighs parted to allow his sore bottom room to pulse and ache. He was coated in sweat and blood and spend and the room smelled heavily of sex and Alpha. Never before had he been used so thoroughly. Never before had he enjoyed himself so much! His body was humming with overstimulation, tingling all over with satisfaction. He panted, turning his head to where Miss Molly lay among her pillows, lighting up a cigarette with matches from the side table, her mass of red hair floating around her shoulders like some brilliant red cloud. She blew out a breath of aromatic smoke and candidly gazed over at him where he lay. “I hope you’re not too tired for a bath. I’ll have you take one before you get between my sheets.” He nodded up at her mindlessly, in awe of everything about her. She took in another drag. “If you’re up for another round in the morning, I’ll pay you double. You seem like you have the stamina. That’s what all these little vixens are missing around here that you’ve got. You’ve got the endurance they haven’t.” “Y-Yes, Miss Molly,” he breathed. “Oh dear,” she frowned down at him, “I’ve only just realized I don’t know your name.”