Chapter 15 No Fucking Way
No Fucking Way
Leo
Davidson made me stay in the stained clothes, reeking of sex until late in the evening.
After dinner, he bent me over the table and fucked me again.
This time, he tugged my underwear down over my ass just enough to put his dick in me.
The cotton took most of my cum when I climaxed.
I struggled to find a spot on my T-shirt clean enough to wipe his cock.
I twisted the fabric around and used the hem from over my hip.
Of course, then my mate told me to help him clean up the kitchen.
I walked around putting the dishes away, my groin and crease an indescribable mess, my clothes ruined, and the slight, harmless humiliation of the situation thrilled me.
When we were done, Davidson gripped my neck possessively.
“Still like being filthy, omega?”
I loved it. “Yes, Master.”
“You can’t go to bed like this. I just changed the sheets this afternoon. Are you going to sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed?”
That didn’t sound bad at all. I could take a blanket and a towel and stay filthy until he fucked me in the morning. On the floor. It would be uncomfortable, but…hot? I imagined how I’d look and smell, trashy, sloppy, and ready to be used over and over… Ooh.
Noticing my confused hesitation, Davidson laughed. “I was joking, but you’d do that, wouldn’t you? You’re so obedient and meek when you’re well fucked. Such a good boy. Now shower, c’mon.”
Holding me by my neck, he led me up the stairs.
He went to the bathroom with me, folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and told me to strip.
He watched as I peeled the stained clothes off me and scratched at the dry smears under the shower stream.
He ordered me to rinse my hole thoroughly and stared as I fingered myself to get the cum out.
Then we went to bed. He made me show him my groin and crease, pretending to be checking if I’d cleaned up properly. I had. My reward was a long nursing session, mind-blowingly tender, until I was almost falling asleep, floating on a cloud of balanced desire and satisfaction.
I didn’t even think of Fabio or my possible pregnancy until I woke up at three in the morning.
Davidson lay wrapped around me, his arm cast over my waist, and I mapped out the shadows on the ceiling, listening to his quiet snores.
Because I was on a mission to become a good omega mate, I followed the doctor’s advice.
For hours, I thought of a child. My and Davidson’s son.
I imagined him as a baby in my arms, then as a boy, toddling through these rooms, swimming in the pool with me, and running in the garden.
In my mind, he had Davidson’s copper eyes and almost black hair.
I felt no less selfish because the yearning intensified until it was overflowing.
Together with it grew my fear. Me, a father?
Anyone who knew me at least a little would laugh at the idea and possibly warn social services.
But Davidson would keep an eye on me, tell me what to do, and if nothing else, I was good at following his orders.
He would be an excellent parent—of that, I was sure.
Eventually, I must have fallen asleep again because when I woke up, it was noon. Davidson sat on the bed next to me, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, his laptop on his thighs.
He greeted me with a beaming smile and was about to put the laptop aside, but I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Bladder empty, hole clean, showered, and with my teeth brushed, I returned to the bedroom. Naked. Davidson closed his computer and stretched his arm toward me.
Most of the following two hours, I spent with his cock in me. He let me ride him, looking at me possessively, and I eagerly bounced on his dick, my guts overfull and my head blissfully empty. If we weren’t both hungry, I could have fucked for the rest of the day.
We took a walk after lunch, and I asked about his work.
I wanted to get to know him in all the ways I could even if it meant letting him bore me with engineering talk.
But as Davidson described his various search and rescue helicopter drones, and the different strategies to eliminate fossil fuels from air travel, I was strangely captivated.
What Sullivan Aerospace did was important.
He kept glancing at me questioningly, no doubt trying to gauge my thoughts, but I didn’t want to talk about myself or the impossible decision I had to make.
In the afternoon, while he worked in his office, I read more in the book about dragon shifters. I even opened the folder from Dr. Clearbridge.
The information it contained was directed specifically to young dragon mates and was divided into two topics.
One spread was about heat and breeding, containing seven illustrations depicting the alpha’s knot inside a mate’s body and various sexual positions best for satisfactory breeding.
Luckily, the illustrations were merely schematic, so they didn’t have the same effect on me as the book Lawrence lent me.
In the lower right corner, in small font, was a frame with a compact chunk of text that I ignored at first, more interested in the pictures. But then I noticed the word “half-shifted” and read it properly.
Rut and half-shifted breeding: When breeding is possible, as signaled by the omega’s pheromones, the dragon alpha might go into a rut.
Historically, partial shifting was deemed inappropriate, and some alphas will try to contain the need to partially shift during rut so as not to alarm or repel their mate.
However, to grow thorns, tail, and even smaller wings during rut is natural, and a dragon mate in heat is instinctually drawn to a half-shifted dragon.
A half-shifted dragon’s hands and feet are larger, his facial features more pronounced, with protruding cheekbones, sharper teeth, and a longer tongue.
Different skin coloring might appear in places, especially over the shoulders and down the back of the alpha’s thighs.
His phallus is also slightly larger and longer, with more distinct ridges.
Despite his intimidating looks, a half-shifted alpha is not aggressive, and his protective instincts toward his omega mate are not compromised.
If you are concerned about dragon rut, discuss half-shifted intercourse with your mate.
Spend some time with him in a fully shifted state so you are familiar with the dragon before your heat.
Half-shifted intercourse during heat is most pleasurable and doesn’t entail any risks.
Intrauterine contraception is no less effective.
Some couples continue having half-shifted sex even outside of heat.
There was no way I was bringing this up with Davidson. The mix of fear and arousal wasn’t something I could put into words. Shaking my head, I looked at the other spread.
And wow.
The following sexual positions are recommended during labor for ideal depth and angle of penetration.
During a contraction, aim for deep penetration, retreat between contractions.
Figures 1-3 for early stages. Figures 4 and 5 after the dilation reached 3 inches.
Figures 6 and 7 are the recommended delivery positions.
The pictures were mere silhouettes, but my imagination supplied the rest. I folded the paper and put it into the book on procreation—I’d had enough studying for today—then went to the kitchen to refill my water glass. With the amount of slick I was producing these days, I needed to hydrate.
Actually, a cold shower might be a good idea.
In the evening, Davidson had to take care of some international calls, so I swam in the pool. I was getting rather fond of the whole pool in the living room setup. It compensated a great deal for the fact that aside from the doctor’s visit, we hadn’t left the premises in days.
I took a quick shower in the downstairs bathroom and put on the loose sweats Davidson had bought me.
I completed the look with an old T-shirt of his that was so big on me it revealed my collarbones and hung like a dress.
But it smelled of him, and I loved wearing it.
I smirked at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked like a slob, but I liked it. Davidson wanted me all the time, no matter what I wore—I didn’t have to dress up for him.
Itching to be close to him again, I was on my way to check if he was done with his call when the front door opened. I spun around to see who it was. I’d spotted a few of Davidson’s staff members going in and out of the house, but this guy I didn’t recognize.
He was an omega in his twenties, dressed in shorts and a singlet, plump with thick thighs, a round belly, and a big bubble butt. He was quite pretty and moved with confidence. Smiling, he nodded in greeting and was about to walk past me like he owned the place.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He paused and squinted at me suspiciously. “I’m Mr. Sullivan’s companion for the evening. He’s expecting me.”
It took me a couple of seconds to put his words together. Then my vision went red around the edges. “No, he’s definitely not,” I bit out.
The omega smiled wider. “I’ve never seen you here before. Usually new staff members are informed about my visits, and more polite too. Careful or you’re not going to keep your job for long. Mr. Sullivan has a short fuse.”
“I don’t need a job.” I took a step closer to him. “I’m not Davidson’s employee. And you’re not spending the evening with him. Leave.”
The omega cocked his head, and his smile turned positively evil. “I’ve been invited by Mr. Sullivan himself. He expects me to be naked, ass up, in the bedroom over there in ten minutes. So I’m going to walk around you now, get undressed, and get nicely and deeply fucked like every Tuesday. Bye.”
My blood went from ninety-eight to boiling in a split second. I was going to tear his fucking head off.