Chapter 7
DEVIN
I’m playing with fire. I fucking know it. And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from teasing this omega, bringing her to the cusp over and over again just to prove I can. Though I can’t see all of her face, her eyes tell me everything.
They bare her fucking soul and demand I do the same. Why does she have to be so damned tempting? If she was only just a brat, then maybe I could keep the walls in place. It would be so easy to just punish her, then shove her off to some other Dom to finish things.
But she’s not.
There’s a pain there, a vulnerability I see peeking through her shuttered expressions. As much as the sadist in me wants to cause her the discomfort her body clearly craves, a part of me wants to scoop her into my arms and kiss her senseless.
I want to know more about the bastard Alpha who makes her question so much. Though I don’t know the guy, I know one thing for certain: he wasn’t being honest with my little slave. Why he was lying, I can’t say.
Ruts only happen when there’s an omega in heat nearby.
If she’s on suppressants, there would be no reason for him to fall into a rut.
More than that, omegas only go into heat about four times a year.
So even if her suppressants failed, abandoning her every month didn’t mean he fell victim to a rut. Something else was going on.
So much doesn’t make sense. I want nothing more than to strap her down and interrogate her, finding out just what happened between them. But that can’t happen. To get any closer would be to lose myself in a stranger.
What I told her was the truth. I will never entangle myself with an omega. Not until I’m matched by the government. To engage like that is wrong on so many levels. It’s a manipulation I refuse to commit.
Other Alphas and omegas seem to be able to do this carefully orchestrated dance where they meet each other’s needs, but don’t go past a certain point. I’m not so lucky. When I engage with someone, it’s with my heart and soul. There is no in between.
That’s why betas are safer. That’s why this club is my second home.
At least here, I can get out my frustrations then go jack off if no beta is available to see to my needs.
But to use an omega like that? To allow them to think there’s a future when the government could pair either of us at any moment?
Unconscionable.
Even though the omega stares up at me, her eyes fathomless, dark pools of need, I have to be the stronger person.
For both of us. She may hate me for it. She may despise me for not giving her the one thing she asked for—a good, hard fucking.
But in the end, she will thank me when she gets an Alpha of her own.
An Alpha who is not me .
Again, my heart constricts as I continue to pleasure her, sliding my fingers across her soaking pussy.
Until now, I never cared about the plague that transformed us into the dynamics we have today.
I didn’t give two shits about the mating program put in place to ensure the strongest relationships survived.
I didn’t have to.
My life was perfect. A neat little bow. But somehow, this stranger waltzed in and shattered my illusion. Now, all I can think about is her getting paired off to some other guy. Someone who won’t know her darker needs.
Not all Alphas are kinky like me and my friends. Some actually find the practice of kink and BDSM abhorrent. They state ‘facts’ and ‘statistics,’ equating our brand of physical contact to be abusive or disgusting. True, there are always bad players, but it doesn’t make our needs any less valid.
It doesn’t make this omega’s needs any less valid. Especially now that I’ve opened this door for her, showing her how great a relationship like this could be. What’s going to happen to her after tonight? Next week? Next month? Next year?
I shake my head, dispelling the impending gloom threatening to overtake me. She’s not my responsibility. Hell, she didn’t even want anything from me except my cock and knot. She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it.
As long as she sticks to this club, I can watch her from the shadows, ensuring no one harms her in any way. That’s something, at least. I can’t give her my heart, but I can sure as hell give her my protection. Even if it’s from afar.
Pulling back my hand, I smile as she sways forward until her body presses hard against the cross. Her lips screw up into a fierce frown as she rocks back and forth, pounding her hands against the wood.
“I was so close. Why? Why are you torturing me like this?”
“Why?” I step in closely, allowing myself to drown in her scent for just a moment more. “Because I can. Because I’m a sadist. Because I love having this control over you.”
Her soft whimpers of need go straight to my cock. There’s no way I can visit a beta after this. The need is far too ferocious to expend upon a body who can’t take it. Looks like it will be my hand after all.
Dropping the genital flogger to my side, I swish it back and forth. The tails are so short, they don’t connect with her skin, but I know she feels the movements as the breeze grazes her sensitive nerves.
“Slave,” I growl, infusing my voice with an Alpha command. “Look. At. Me. Until you come, you will not remove your gaze from mine. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” she wails, the desperation tightening her body.
“Good girl. Now breathe in and out. Easy. Slow. Measured.” I bring my hand closer, allowing just the tips to touch her pussy.
Her eyes widen at the contact, but she doesn’t pull away. Her breath hitches for a moment, but then goes back to the regular cadence. It causes my own breath to stutter at the trust blazing in her eyes.
“That’s it,” I murmur, bringing my hand even closer. “Keep breathing. Just like that. You’re doing such a good job for me.” At my praises, her arousal perfumes the air, threatening to drag me down.
Again, I come in just a bit closer until the falls fully smack against her pussy. Her soft moans and whines wash over my skin, sending shards of painful pleasure cascading down my body. Will she actually be able to come from this?
I’ve brought her to the edge so much tonight, and her clit is so very sensitive.
No doubt she can. I’ve never made an omega come this way before, and I’m anxious to see if this little newb is up to the task.
Growling under my breath, I adjust the intensity, ratcheting it up until the falls pound into her.
The omega cries out, her body writhing as she keeps her gaze trained on me. Her breathing, though still slow and even, comes out in harsh pants with each exhale. Her body tightens as her fingers wrap around the cross.
She’s close. So fucking close.
“You can do it, slave,” I purr. “You can come for me like this. I know you can. Be my good little slave and come for me. Show me how beautifully you fall apart.”
Her eyes stay on me, but I sense the need in her to look away. Her face, at least what part is visible, goes through a gamut of emotions as she sways into my rough pounding. Sweat gathers at her brow as she focuses on her breathing.
So close. So, so close.
Her lips part as a loud cry pierces the air. For a moment, it drowns out the music pulsing through the space. Looping the handle over my wrist, I drop the flogger and use my hands to drag out the orgasm rolling through her.
She clenches around my thick digits as she writhes, jerking back and forth as she rocks against my hand, her throaty moans filling my ears. How badly I want to kiss her.
In a moment of weakness, I press my lips against hers, drinking in the fevered sounds as I thrust my fingers up and down inside her. The desperation leeches off and pours into me, making me hunger for the woman trussed up on the cross.
Jerking away, I slide my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips. She watches, her eyes widening as I slide them into my mouth and lick her cum off of them. “God, you taste so fucking good,” I growl.
Undoing my pants, I pull my erection back out and stroke up and down. Her head bobs along with my actions as her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip.
“Ready to get down on your hands and knees and take my cum into your mouth like the other submissive?” I barely get the words out before she nods feverishly, nearly knocking her mask off her face.
Pity. I’d love to see the face of the woman I just pleasured. But perhaps it’s for the best. Going to the cross, I release her from her bonds and help her down to the floor.
Her body quivers, nearly giving out as she kneels there.
I’ll have to make this fast for her sake.
Sliding my thumb along her bottom lip, I urge her to open for me.
Thankfully, she’s given me enough visual fodder that it takes little effort to get back to that place from earlier, when my face was buried in her pussy.
Just thinking about the flogger slapping her aroused flesh is enough. A soft grunt spills from my lips as I glide up and down my shaft, using the rest of her arousal on my hand as lubricant. But it’s not enough. I want more.
Kneeling in front of her, I slide my hand between her thighs and gather some of her slick and use that. Her scent surrounds me, filling my brain, making it fuzzy. Her lighter notes combine with mine to make a decadent mixture. But I can’t let myself think about that.
I rise, pulling myself away from her willing body, so eager to be devoured and defiled. Her moans are so much softer. Her scent is far less potent. It’s safer here. Above her, I can remain in control, an Alpha just using this omega’s mouth as my receptacle.
“Keep your mouth open,” I grunt, gripping my knot so hard colors explode behind my eyes. “I want you to lap up every bit I give you and swallow every drop down that pretty little throat. I want my cum to fill your belly.”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice is soft, husky, as she opens her mouth wide for my cum.
Her eyes glaze over as she waits for me, ever the patient, dutiful, obedient omega. Fuck. Why couldn’t she have been a beta? Why couldn’t I have thrown all my morals and ideals to the side and just taken her on the floor like she asked me to?
Stepping closer to her mouth, I keep my tip just out of reach. If she were to lick me now, my veneer of civility would snap. I’d not be able to control myself. Tingles travel up and down my spine as my balls tighten. Just a few strokes more.
With a loud roar, I empty myself into her mouth, groaning as my seed disappears behind those luscious lips. She moans as she tastes me, her hips rocking back and forth as new arousal glistens on her thighs. Such a beautiful fucking submissive, just waiting to be trained and used.
Pulling away, I wipe off the rest with a nearby rag and tuck my softening cock back into my pants. Still, the omega sits here, hands on her knees, waiting, expectant.
“Good girl. Now come, let me tend to you until it’s time to leave.”
“You’re going to fuck me after all?” The hope in her voice slices through me, shattering me a little inside.
“No. I’m not. I’ve explained why. I will not do so again.”
Her shoulders slump as she leans forward a bit. A small pout turns down her lips as she wraps her hands around her waist. “That’s fine. There’s nothing else I need from you. I’m going to find Kessily and go home.”
That’s not what I want at all. Even though I can’t allow myself to have sex with the girl, it doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel her in my arms as we snuggle in the aftercare room. I step forward, about to insist when she stands up and pulls her skirt out from the band of her bra.
“It’s my duty to make sure you’re well after a scene. Allow me to attend you.”
“Unless attending is code for fucking me senseless, then I don’t want it.” The brat rises back up as she crosses her arms, pinning me with a glare.
With a sigh, I take the loop off my wrist and hand her the small flogger. “I can’t force you. But here. Something to remember tonight by. It’s fluid bonded to you, and I refuse to use it on another.”
She takes it from me, holding it at a distance as if it’s something distasteful. “I guess I’ll find something to do with this, then.”
“Trash it for all I care,” I bark out, my anger rising.
“It’s yours now. Do whatever the fuck you want with it.
” Taking a deep breath, I force my irritation back down.
It won’t do to lash out at her like this.
“Either way, promise me you’ll get lots of water tomorrow.
And treat yourself to something. Anything.
It can be a piece of cake or some other snack you like. ”
Her eyes glisten, as if she’s holding back tears. What could I have possibly said to upset her? Can she not eat sweets? Before I can make amends, she turns from me and races toward the front of the club .
What’s the use? It’s probably better for both of us that we part this way.
Nothing but heartache will come from indulging in our feelings any more than we already have.
Still though, I can’t help the niggle of unease thrumming through me.
She’s not mine to protect, and yet, I wish she was more than anything in the world.