Chapter 8
Charity
I didn't know for how long I'd been sitting on Atticus's shoe. Every now and then, he would take calls, which seemed to drone on for much longer than I deemed necessary, but I wasn't here to judge.
Matthias had come in earlier with a smoothie and a protein bar.
I got through the protein bar with about all of the discipline in my body and downed the smoothie immediately after.
My stomach didn't feel too upset by the protein bar, and I was glad.
I didn't particularly feel like having the contents of my stomach come back up the way they came.
Part of me was amazed at myself for being able to just sit here with nothing to do for so long, but another part of me knew that I've just been lost in my thoughts the whole time.
Atticus reached a hand down and lifted my chin up so that I was looking at him. "Charity," he began. "Your other alphas will be coming in here momentarily. We're going to have a discussion about your heat."
I nodded and he let my chin go. A few seconds later, I heard the door to his office open, and four of my favorite scents swirled around my nose. I squirmed on Atticus's shoe, wanting to see my alphas and touch them, but he shook his head as he looked down at me.
"Behave." I swallowed roughly and nodded again.
"Yes, sir," I replied. He brought his hands around my ribcage and lifted me up, turning me to face my other alphas as he sat me on his lap. My toes didn't even reach the floor, and the top of my head landed at the middle of his chest. I felt enclosed by him, but I didn't mind it at all.
His hands firmly gripped my waist as I looked at Zade, Xander, Marcel, and Matthias. Each of them smiled at me, and I returned it, blushing softly.
"Charity, we had a discussion earlier today, and we decided that since your heat seems to be arriving sooner than we expected, we would tell you a bit more about ourselves," Matthias said.
"Like what?" I asked, curious about what they were going to share with me.
"Well..." Matthias hesitated for a moment.
"Why don't I go first." He cleared his throat and sat up a bit.
"I'm sure you've noticed that I've referred to myself as 'Daddy' a few times.
That is what you'd call a 'pet name' that I'd like you to use for me.
" I tested the name on my lips a few times, liking how it felt to say it.
"You can call me that whenever you'd like.
And if you'd prefer not to call me that —that's fine, too. "
"I think I like it," I said quietly. "Why do you like to be called that?"
He thought on it for a moment, formulating a response in his head.
"Well, to be honest with you, it stems from the fact that I like to feel needed.
I would enjoy having you rely on me for anything and everything you could possibly want or need.
Atticus can explain it better than I can, but I like the idea of you needing your Daddy to do things for you," he explained. I nodded slowly.
"I think I can make that happen," I said, smiling at him.
"That would be wonderful, sweet girl," he said. "Thank you so much."
Then, Marcel turned his shoulders more toward me. "Charity, I've called you 'kitten' a couple times now, so let me first ask you this: did you like it when I called you that?" He truly seemed like he cared and wanted to make sure that we were on the same page with everything.
Blushing, I thought about all of the times he had called me kitten. "Y-yes. I did."
He smiled, almost seeming relieved. "I'm glad to hear that.
Did you notice when we were in the gym earlier, that some of my veins had turned dark purple?
" When I nodded, he continued. "That's a genetic mutation I have.
It causes larger blood vessels and larger groups of blood vessels to turn that color whenever my internal body temperature rises. "
"Does that mean that when you blush, it turns your under eyes dark purple?" I asked, giggling when the veins of his under eyes gradually turned to that color.
"Yes, kitten —it does mean that my under eyes changing colors is my body's way of blushing." I gigged a few more times before sobering up, not trying to distract too much from the topic at hand.
"Anyways," he said, "I grew up in a family that taught us to be very in tune with our alpha.
So, I like the idea of chasing my little kitten around until I catch her.
" His words shot straight to my core, and I squirmed on Atticus's lap, slick beginning to drip out of me.
He swatted the top of my thigh and growled softly.
"Bad girl," he whispered. "Stay still for your alphas." I nodded and did my best to obey him, trying not to think of the slick soaking my panties.
"After your heat, there is more that I'd like to introduce you to," said Marcel. "Atticus also likes that other thing, too. We can wait until after your heat to tell you about it, but if you really want to know, then I'm happy to explain it to you whenever you'd like me to."
I nodded, already confirming in my mind that after Xander, Zade, and Atticus were done talking, I would ask Marcel to tell me whatever else there was. The curiosity would eat me alive if I didn't ask him today.
"Me next," Xander said, smirking as he glanced at Zade and then back to me.
Zade rolled his eyes but let him speak. "So me and Zade are pretty similar, but I'll go first. I won't get into the nitty gritty of it right now, but there's nothing I want more than to pleasure you.
It's hard to explain, but during your heat —or whenever else you feel like having some fun —I get all of my pleasure and satisfaction from giving it to you. "
"Wait, what does that mean?" I asked.
"Hopefully, I won't make our head alpha too mad by saying this, but basically, during your heat, you'll be cock-obsessed.
It probably doesn't make sense to you now, but once you're in the height of it, you'll understand.
You'll want to please us and touch us in any way you can, but I want you to know that my cock gets hard from bringing you and your body pleasure.
Atticus will explain it better than I can, but at some point in the near or distant future, your orgasms and your pleasure won't belong to you -- they'll belong to us.
" Xander had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and it amplified the blush on my cheeks.
"That's where I come in," Zade said. "I love to overstimulate. So, when I'm pleasuring you, I won't stop until I've decided that you've had enough. I won't give you too many details right now, because I don't want to scare you, but later on, I'll go more in-depth with what that looks like."
I nodded, filing each of their interests in my head. Atticus picked me up by my waist again and turned me to face him, letting my legs straddle his hips as I looked up at him.
"Charity," he said. "I've had you crawl and ordered you to do things just because I said so. Did you like it when I did that?"
I nodded, a deep part of my soul loving how it felt to be told what to do. "Yes, sir. I liked it."
He smiled softly. "That's good. I do like it when you call me 'sir,' so keep doing that.
What I mainly wanted to tell you about, though, was that I enjoy a certain kind of ownership dynamic.
Where I own you, and you rely on me. It goes for both domestic things, like picking out your outfits or simply telling you what to do, and for other things, like having you crawl or making you do something with your body.
You can always tell me if you don't like something. Communication is key."
I worked through what he said in my mind. "Does that mean you'll punish me if I disobey you?"
He chuckled softly. "I'll only punish you if you've done something worth punishing. But if you're simply having a weird day and give me a bit of an attitude, then I'll likely just have you do something similar to what I had you do today where you sat on my shoe."
"That makes sense. So, do you expect me to always obey you?" I asked, wondering if he liked some pushback or not. "'Cause I don't like to cause trouble."
"I typically do expect you to obey me at all times.
If I tell you to do something, it's because I have your best interest in mind, not because I want to order you around like a servant.
You're my omega and I care about you and your well-being, so it's not like I'm going to make you do something just to bring me pleasure," he explained. I nodded.
There was a brief moment of silence between us before I looked at Marcel and then back to Atticus. "Can I hear about that extra thing, please?"
Marcel smiled devilishly, and Atticus's jaw ticked as he sat back in his chair, nodding begrudgingly.
I looked back at Marcel as he began talking.
"So, earlier today, Atticus had you crawl next to him and then had you sit under his desk while he worked.
That sort of goes into the idea of you being a pet for us.
It wouldn't be all the time, but it would be whenever you'd like, or whenever you're in that kind of headspace where you want to be a pet and rely on us. "
"I think...I think I might like that," I said, enjoying how it sounded, even if it seemed a bit strange.
"The kind of things you do while you're in that pet headspace depend on what you communicate to us beforehand.
I'm not saying you have to brief us every time you plan to go into that pet headspace —since we can typically tell when you're in it or not —but as long as we have an idea of how to treat you and the kind of things you want, it should all be okay.
And you can decide on those things later," said Marcel.
"Another thing we like, that you are welcome to say yes or no to, is having you wear a collar," Marcel continued.
"It would be one that you wear at all times, and you can decide if you want to have one for home and one for public or just have one that you wear everywhere.
You also don't have to wear one at all —just let us know. "
"And having you sit under my desk is one of those things that I hoped you would enjoy at any time, regardless of whether you want to be a pet or not," Atticus told me.
"It's sort of meant to be a relaxing space for you that you can hang out in.
But I might have you sit under there if I need to keep a close eye on you for whatever reason.
" I leaned against his chest, loving the idea of sitting under his desk during the day.
"So in the meantime," Matthias said, "We'll start to really introduce you to the various things that we like, and then, before your heat, if we're able to, we'll have a conversation about what you want to include and what you'd rather save for after your heat."
"That would be great," I said. "Right now, I'm not opposed to anything you guys said, but I mean that for while I'm not in my heat. I'd love to explore all of those things with you until I'm ready to implement them fully." I looked at each one of them, a soft smile on my face.
"Dinner should be ready now," Matthias told us. He looked at me. "It's spaghetti and meatballs. Do you want to try eating that, or do you want us to make you another smoothie?"
I thought to myself about whether or not I could keep spaghetti down. It was soft, but I would likely have a larger serving since it doesn't have that much of a nutritional makeup. I was struggling to decide, too at odds with whether I could handle it or not.
I looked up at Atticus, needing his guidance and needing someone to decide for me. My appetite was already low enough, and if I was told I had to eat something, it would make it easier for my brain to handle, than if I had to decide myself.
Atticus understood what I was silently asking of him, and he responded for me. "She'll try the spaghetti." Matthias nodded, and everyone stood. I whined softly when Atticus picked me up and pulled me away from him. I clung onto him tighter, letting more whines escape my throat.
He walked around his desk with me attached to him like a koala, and whines kept pouring out of me. I didn't know what had gotten into me to make me whine so much, but all I knew was that I couldn't help it.
Matthias ran a hand up and down my back. "Shh, baby, it's okay," he cooed. He and Atticus started purring, and my whines died down. I stayed settled against Atticus's chest as he walked us to the kitchen table.
He sat down, keeping me in his lap. Just like in his office chair, I straddled him as I nestled my face into his chest. Matthias sat down next to us after a moment, placing a plate before him and another one before us.
"Daddy's gonna feed you, okay, little one?" he asked me, his voice gentle. I nodded softly.
He gathered some pasta on his fork before holding it out to my lips.
"Open." I obeyed, letting him place the fork in my mouth before closing it as he pulled it out. "Good girl." I watched him as I chewed slowly. He took several bites before offering me another one, and we repeated that rhythm until his plate was clean.
"Was that enough food for you, sweet girl?" he asked me. I nodded, full from the amount he'd fed me.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered, blushing softly as I spoke the words.
He smiled, and I could see how proud he was of me through his eyes.
"Of course, sweetheart." He put his and Atticus's plate in the dishwasher before returning to his seat.
"Now you have a choice of what you can do next.
You can shower and get ready for bed, or you can watch a movie with us if you don't feel up to showering.
Do you want to pick, or do you want Atticus to pick? "
I gently tugged on Atticus's shirt, looking up at him. "She'll shower and get ready for bed. She needs to rest," he said, keeping me secured to him as he stood and walked us towards his room so I could shower and get some sleep.