Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
REX
Discussion from last week
From: anonymous
To: Rex Rothsbourne
Dear Sir,
It is my pleasure to inform you that the situation you wanted me to monitor has reached critical mass.
The package is set to be delivered tomorrow at 3:00pm at the Corner Haven Civic Center with the preliminaries for the primary package to begin at 12:00pm sharp. The second package is actually a familial package. A direct line. That package is set for delivery at 1:30 pm.
It is my suggestion that you arrive early and inform reception that you wish to meet with the custodian about an internal issue. That person is who will assist in whatever you need to accomplish with the packages. He is a father of five with a sixth on the way. His wife is currently on bedrest, so he’s the sole provider. I’m sure money will go a long way into manipulating the packages as you see fit.
I lean back into my chair and rub my lips absently, going over the email several more times to commit it to memory. A minute later, my screen glitches and the email is gone. No matter. A plan formulates in my mind as I pull up my cameras. More than likely, Stephanie will be a nervous wreck by now.
When I watch her, however, her movements are calm and easy. My mouth turns down into a frown. So at odds with what I’ve been learning about her. Then again, she could have taken another pill.
Pulling up the screen, I skim through the various side effects of the medication I saw in her bathroom. Nothing too horrific. So that’s good, at least. The only concerning one seems to be a decline in libido, but that hasn’t seemed to affect her either.
Once we’re married, I’ll make sure she meets with a therapist so she can get more pills. Such a small, inconsequential thing I can do to keep her healthy and happy. Pushing away from my desk, I go back to watching her through the screen.
She should be getting ready for her massage soon. I grip my cock through my pants as she flits about, her fingers brushing over various fabrics on the bed. My eyes narrow as I zoom in on her.
Could she be going into heat? Though she seems calm on the outside, her constant fighting with the blankets and pillows gives me pause. I can’t gain access to her medical records, so I have no idea if she has OCD or not. Based on how her apartment looked when we got her stuff, she didn’t seem the type.
Again, I look over the side effects and frown. Could the pills be interfering with her suppressants? Not that I mind. The sooner she can go into heat so I can bind myself to her, the better. My balls ache as I picture her under me, her body writhing in the throes of her heat.
She’s mine, and she’ll always be mine. No one, not even the Governing Body, will take her from me. Gritting my teeth, I yank my hand away from my cock and force myself to go back to work. I’ll be taking an extended honeymoon soon and want these smaller tasks off my plate so I can devote myself to Stephanie and our new relationship.
Dinner is quiet. Usually Stephanie fills the silence with all sorts of chatter, but tonight, she seems so far away, so distant. I tip my nose in the air and scent the room, needing to see if my earlier assumptions are correct. There, just a thread underneath her normal scent, is the one I’m looking for.
My baby girl is going into heat. I grip my pants leg to keep from squirming as my cock rises stiff and hard. Soon. So achingly soon she’ll be crying out in ecstasy and need as I pour my cum into her body, willing or not. Once we say I do, she’ll have no choice but to submit to me in every way.
Clearing my throat, I get her attention. Her emerald eyes look unfocused, fuzzy even as she blinks over at me. That haze makes me think of how beautiful she’ll look lying in her nest after I fuck her senseless.
“You seem quiet tonight. Anything particular on your mind?”
“I’m just wondering where Brody is.”
My lips twitch as I watch her, noting the slight sadness in her eyes. Tonight will be the last night Brody hurts her. I know exactly where he is. He’s in the guest house fucking a whore he can only afford because he lives with me rent free.
“I’m sure he’s busy with the crypto crap he peddles.”
A soft smile lights up her face as she giggles and stabs a small bit of mashed potatoes. “When he first started, he asked me if I wanted to invest. Not on my salary.” Her lips turn down again almost instantly. “I guess it’s a moot point now.”
“Yes,” I growl. “It is. Because I sure as hell am not investing. Any money you receive from me will go to you and your needs, not his infantile fascinations.”
“Speaking of. I finished your expense reports.”
“I saw. Such a good girl getting them done in a timely fashion. And I must say they’re better than any I’ve had in the past. So meticulous. You certainly have a way with numbers.”
Her cheeks turn pink at my praise. Though she ducks her head pretty fast, I still catch the small grin on her lips. “It helps that you’re so organized. Such a lot of money, though. Have you thought about investing?”
A bark of laughter rips from my throat before I can stop it. “Are you seriously asking someone like me if I invest? My poor, sweet, na?ve, omega. What I spend isn’t even touching what’s in my investments.”
Her eyes widen as her fork clatters against her plate. “You really are filthy rich then.”
“You can certainly say that. You can also say I’m rich enough that I’ve bailed out presidents and other governing officials a time or two. But that needs to stay between us.”
Without vocalizing an answer, she nods and goes back to picking at her plate. “Does Brody get all your money if you pass away?” The guilt in her expression makes me want to laugh.
“Planning my funeral already? You didn’t strike me as the black widow type.”
“Oh,” she cries out. “Oh no. I wasn’t… But you can’t… Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Calm down, sweet girl,” I chuckle. “I’m only teasing. Brody will get a chunk of it, to be sure. As a Rothsbourne, he’s entitled to most of my assets. That is, unless I end up getting married and my bride has a baby.”
“I don’t understand. Brody is your legitimate son.”
“Legitimate by birth, yes. Legitimate in the eyes of the law? No. His mother and I weren’t arranged by the Governing Body. If I get matched and we have a baby, that child will be my new heir.”
“Oh. I see.” Again, that hint of sad desperation clouds her eyes as she goes back to her food.
Silly little omega. The fact that she still doesn’t realize I would give her the world if she only asked for it. Shaking my head, I go back to my food, not wishing to give away my plans for tomorrow.
We finish the meal in silence until there’s nothing left on my plate. “Aren’t you going to finish your food?”
“I’m not really hungry.”
Frowning, I get up and stride over to her side and lift her from her chair. Her squeak of surprise has my cock pulsing against the confines of my underwear. Before she can protest, I sit her on my lap and start to purr. Instantly, her small body goes limp against mine.
Here, in my arms, the scent of her impending heat is unmistakable. Perhaps if things get timed right, she’ll have her heat on our wedding night. Unable to resist, I plant a kiss on the back of her head, drinking in the arousing smell of her body.
“Eat, sweetie. You’ll be skin and bones if you don’t.” When she refuses, I tighten my grip around her waist with one hand and grab the fork with the other. “Open.”
“Please,” she whines. “I don’t feel like I can take another bite.”
“Eat three more bites for me, and I’ll give you nearly anything you want.”
Her eyes are so wide, so innocent, as she blinks up at me. “What are the parameters?”
“Well, I’m not going to give you money or anything. That’s not the sort of bribes I deal in.” Not with her, at least.
“What about spankings?”
I freeze. “You want me to spank you?”
“Never mind. It’s stupid.”
My grip tightens. “It’s not stupid. Why do you want me to spank you? Have you done something wrong?”
Again, that flash of guilt zips across her face before she turns away from me. “Not really.”
“Talk to me, Steph. Why do you want me to spank you?”
“I… I can’t. Just. Just forget it.”
“No. I will not forget it. You what?”
“It just makes everything go away for a bit. That’s all.”
A soft smile teases the edges of my lips. “Tell you what. You give me five bites on your own, go change into your nightclothes, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“And you won’t tell Brody?”
“Why would I tell Brody?”
“Because this is wrong. It’s… Well, it’s not cheating exactly.”
“Sweet girl. I’m only spanking you. It’s not as if you’re asking me to stroke your pretty pussy until you come, are you?”
From what little I can see, her face is bright red. Perhaps I’m skirting the line just a bit, but by tomorrow evening, it won’t matter.
“You can’t talk like that. What would Brody think?”
Irritation runs up and down my spine at her insistence of talking about the same boy who’s actively cheating on her the night before their wedding. “He’s not even here to have a thought. But I am, and I think every inch of you is lovely.”
She shakes her head but doesn’t say a word.
“Are you saying your pussy isn’t pretty? I find that hard to believe. You are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Can’t imagine someone like you having an ugly pussy.”
That, at least, gets a giggle out of her. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t make it a habit to compare pussies.”
“Fair enough. So what’s it going to be? Are you going to be my good girl and eat five more bites for me so I can spank you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, sliding her fork into her mashed potatoes.
Stephanie takes her time, stretching out the five bites until I’m almost sure she doesn’t want me to spank her. Soon enough, she squirms off of my lap.
“It’s just spanking. So it’s not wrong. Right? I mean, you’re just being the best life coach you can.”
“And you’re being such a good girl by asking for what you need. Head on upstairs, and I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Nodding, she slips away from the table, silent like a wraith. I watch her ass as it sways with every step, my balls clenching with each innocent movement.
I’m such a wicked man. What I’m doing is certainly wrong, even if she is a touch culpable. But I can’t resist her. Every minute in her presence makes the obsession all the greater. I crave her in a way that has my breath stilling in my lungs and my cock pressing hard against the band of my underwear.
As bad as what I’m doing is, it’s certainly far better than what I want to do to her. Besides, she asked so sweetly. How can I resist such a request?
I stare at my watch, giving her ample time to get dressed for me. What will she be wearing? Will it be a silky little negligee? Will it be some of those little shorts I bought her? Knowing her, it will be those long pants covering everything.
Chuckling under my breath, I climb the stairs. Her scent is potent with each step I take. It’s darker, far more erotic and aroused. She probably doesn’t even realize it. With her taking her suppressants every day, she thinks she’s safe from my rut and her heat.
Every day she takes them, not missing a beat. I know because I count them. But I know those suppressants. They’re cheap. Honestly, it’s a miracle she hasn’t gone into heat before now. Then again, it’s not as if Brody is all that potent as an Alpha. Not like his father.
My heart pounds in my chest as I rest my hand against the doorknob. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.” Her voice is soft and timid, so tiny.
She looks almost swallowed up in her virginal white pajama set. It is indeed the one with pants. Just as I suspected. Striding over to the bed, I sit down and spread my legs.
“How many do you need?”
“I- I don’t know. I was hoping you would?”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Now lower your pants so I can spank that bare bottom.”
A tinge of fear wafts off of her as she grips the fabric in her hands. “Oh. I thought since this wasn’t a punishment spanking that I could leave them on.”
“Oh no, little omega. Any time you go over my lap, your bottom will be bare. I want to see the effect my punishing hand has on you.”
“I… I suppose.”
“I’m waiting, Stephanie. Either pull down those bottoms or I’m going to leave without spanking you.”
Moments tick by where she doesn’t move. For a minute there, I worry she doesn’t hear me. With a sigh, I slap my hands against my thighs and move to stand.
“Very well. Seems as if you made your choice.”
“No, wait!” She cries out. “I… I just don’t want them as low as in the car. It… it doesn’t feel right.”
“I can certainly agree to those terms. Pull them down just until they clear your bottom.”
Her face is bright red as she inches the fabric down. I watch her strip for me, hunger beating in my chest. Short, crisp hairs guard her entrance, and I force myself to look away. It’s not for her modesty, but for my control.
With each bit of skin she exposes, her scent swirls in the air. She’s so aroused. I’m sure if I looked, her pussy would be glistening. I’m sure the impending heat has something to do with it, but then she also got turned on in the car. Eventually, she lowers herself over my lap. I shuffle her into position, tipping her forward so she remains off balance.
“I’m not going to have you count. I’m simply going to spank you until I think you’ve had enough. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I skim her soft skin for a moment as I gaze down at her pussy. Her lower lips are puffy and swollen. Poor thing is so painfully aroused. I suppose I should put her out of her misery.
Without giving her time to overthink things, I bring my hand down against her ass cheek. Her little squeals as she kicks her feet behind her make precum well to the tip of my cock. God, it feels so good to have my hands on her.
Again and again, I spank her, keeping my touch firm and heavy. It takes little time for her to break down and start sobbing over my lap. But I don’t relent. I keep spanking her, keep giving her that stimulation she needs for her brain to shut down.
Eventually, the soft sobs turn to a far different sound. Not erotic, exactly, but there’s a hint of a moan under her cries. The scent of her heat grows a bit stronger. I’m going to have to cut this far shorter than I planned. The last thing I need is for her to be incoherent during our vows.
Besides, the way she lies limp over my legs tells me she’s finally relaxed and letting go. It will be good for her to sleep it off. With a gentle grip, I stand her upright, smothering a smile as she sways before me.
“Go to bed. Tomorrow, I have a lot of plans for you.”
Now would be the perfect time to reveal she’s supposed to get married, but she doesn’t. I resist the urge to shake my head and stand instead, allowing her to crawl into bed.
“Good night, sweet girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Daddy.”
It takes all my resolve not to gather her into my arms and fuck her then and there. Tomorrow certainly can’t come soon enough. Even if she’s able to get some sleep, I know for a fact it will elude me.