Chapter 29 #2
“It’s not a complicated or unique story.
Megan married Bryce a few years ago. He seemed normal, if a little bland, when they were dating, but once they got married, he became toxic and controlling.
He’s part of that alpha rights movement, and he sucked Megan into the whole traditional pack values bullshit.
Makes her pretend to be an omega.” Camille grimaces.
“We’ve tried to convince her to leave him, but she refuses.
He’s a disgusting asshole, as you saw yourself at Nesting, but she’s too far gone to see reason. ”
My stomach churns. “That’s completely fucked. I’m so sorry, Camille.” A helpless sensation builds inside me, knowing there’s nothing I can say to make the situation any better.
“Yeah, it is.” Silent tears roll down her cheeks and I pull her against my chest, hoping at least my body can give her some comfort.
Camille sniffles. “I know I can’t keep hiding my omega, but I’m terrified of the alternative. That fucker barked, and I listened. Now he knows he not only has control of my sister, but he has that power over me.”
She shudders and I hold her tighter. “I won’t let him hurt you. Neither will Ambrose, or River, for that matter. There are ways to counteract a bark.”
“There are?” Camille perks up a little, brows arching.
“Absolutely. We’ll find a way to make sure you’re safe from monsters like him.”
If we can’t fix the alpha bark issue, I’ll be her 24/7 bodyguard. I don’t fucking care what it takes, as long as she’s safe.
“Th-thank you.” She peers up at me, swiping at her eyes. “I hate that I have no control now that I’m an omega.”
“Now, that’s where you’re wrong. As an omega, you hold the power. Don’t let fuckers like Bryce convince you otherwise. You could bring alphas to their knees, and have them begging for the chance to make you happy.”
Camille laughs dismissively, but after a moment, a mischievous twinkle appears in her eyes. “Just alphas?”
The shift in conversation takes me aback, but not in a bad way. Not at all, if the way my cock thickens again at her flirtation is any indication.
I’ve always been curious about letting someone else take control, but it’s not something I’ve explored. No one felt trustworthy enough to let go with like that. At least no one before Camille.
“Not just alphas,” I reply, voice pitching down into a low rumble.
Camille’s eyes widen. “Really? Mr. ‘I’m going to torture you until you’re begging me to fuck you’ would give control to me?”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Fuck yeah, I would.” I glance over at a bag that I told Camille to go through once we’d finished setting up.
She grumbled about me buying her stuff without asking, but I could tell she was intrigued.
“There are handcuffs in that pink bag if you want to see for yourself.”
I groan, rubbing my cock with the heel of my hand as a burst of her perfume fills the air. Damn, my omega likes that.
She pushes herself up off the bed and goes to the bag sitting on the floor. “You bought me handcuffs?” Camille’s eyes go comically wide as she sifts through the contents of the bag.
“And some other things,” I say with a chuckle, as she dumps everything out onto her dresser.
Camille gapes at the variety of toys, bondage equipment, and pleasure aids designed specifically for omegas. “You bought a whole damn sex shop!”
I shrug, grinning at her. “It never hurts to be prepared.”
When she finds the padded handcuffs, designed not to cause any chafing to delicate omega skin, she picks them up and gives me an assessing look.
“So, what? You want me to handcuff you to the bed and have my way with you?”
My cock bucks, and I swallow hard. “Something like that.”
I can see from her expression that she’s fighting between uncertainty and arousal. Stripping off my shirt, I tuck it under one of her new pillows to help infuse the space with eau du Jackson, then reach down to cup my obvious erection. “We’re safe together, remember? If you’re game, I am.”
Camille hesitates for a moment longer, then nods.
With unceremonious movements, she strips off her shirt and wiggles out of her pants so she’s standing before me in her underwear.
They’re not fancy, just plain scent-blocking panties and a basic black bra, which tells me she hadn’t planned on sex today.
My heart squeezes at the subtle indication that she truly just wanted to spend time with me.
My arousal flares even brighter as I drink in the sight of her lush body. God, I want to sink my fingers into her thighs as she sits on my face.
“Take off your pants and underwear.” Her command is soft. A little uncertain. But the effect it has on me is still potent.
“Yes, Cami.” I consider saying ma’am or madam, but I don’t want to ruin the moment by using a term she might not like. I quickly shuck both my pants and briefs in one go, tugging them down off my legs and letting my throbbing cock spring free.
Her eyes rove over my naked body, and I resist the urge to pose for her or make a joke. I’m used to people liking my body, but Camille’s gaze makes me feel oddly vulnerable.
I love it.
Huh, guess I’m more of a switch than I realized.
My breath quickens as I wait for her to decide what to do next. After what feels like ages, Camille joins me back on the bed, handcuffs dangling in one hand.
“Give me your hands,” she says, more confident in her command this time, and my balls tingle at her husky tone.
I reach my hands out eagerly, watching her face intently to make sure she’s enjoying this. The little grin that forms on her lips as she places the cuffs around my wrists reassures me, as does the sweet richness of her scent.
Right before she closes the cuffs, her brow furrows. “Should we, uh, have a safeword or something? I’ve never been on this side of things.”
I shrug as best I can with my wrists in front of me.
“For now, why don’t I just tell you ‘stop’ or ‘slow down’ if I need either of those things?
Keep it simple.” I don’t tell her I sincerely doubt either will come up.
I’m eager for whatever she wants to do to me, but I love that she checked in with me.
Camille nods. “Okay.” She assesses the head of her bed with a slight frown. “I don’t have anywhere to attach these, so you’ll have to be good for me and keep them in place on your own.”
I make a mental note to look for bedframes with anchor points for the future. Whether we use them for me or her, it’ll be an excellent investment.
A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip of my cock. I don’t think Camille realizes how fucking sexy she sounds right now, but my body makes it clear.
“I’ll be good for you, omega,” I murmur. The mention of her designation slips free without thinking. I freeze, worried I ruined the moment.
But no, I definitely didn’t, because her tiny, wicked smile returns. “That’s right. Because I’m in control. Now be a good beta and lie back. Keep your hands above your head.”
She places a hand on my chest and gives me a light push. There’s no force behind it, but it still has me falling backward onto the mattress. She grabs my cuffed wrists and eases them above my head before I can do it on my own, and my mouth waters at the enticing view of her breasts above my face.
When Camille sits back up, straddling my waist with her thick thighs that make my brain cloud with lust, there’s a smirk on her lips.
“I think it’s my turn to torture you,” she murmurs, moving off of me to scoot further down the bed, tracing a nail down my stomach to rest right above my cock.
“Fuck,” I curse, oddly thrilled at the prospect. “Give me what I deserve. Please.”
Camille wraps her hand lightly around my cock, giving it a testing stroke. I groan at the contact, but she frowns slightly. I already want to whine when she pulls her hand away, which doesn’t bode well for me enduring what’s to come.
My nostrils flare as she dips her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear and slides it between her thighs.
Is she going to make me watch her get off while I can’t do anything? Damn, I kinda want that.
To my relief and disappointment, she removes her hand after a moment and brings her slick-coated fingers back to my cock. When she strokes me again, it feels so fucking good that my hips buck up into her grip.
Camille removes her hand again, glaring at me. “Behave.”
Fuck me, I almost come right then and there.
“S-sorry. I’ll be good.” I have to grit my teeth as she goes back to fisting my cock, pausing occasionally to gather more of her slick to lube me up.
I desperately want to suggest she take her underwear off and apply her slick to me directly, but I stay silent, begging her for more with my eyes and low groans.
When her grip tightens and she brushes the sensitive underside of my cockhead with her thumb on each stroke, the telltale tingle at the base of my spine starts to form.
“Fuck, Cami, I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
The heated grin she gives me as she looks up from my cock and into my pleading eyes is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
She doesn’t change her strokes at all, letting out a giggle when I grunt and tense to keep my orgasm at bay. Camille watches my face as it twists, her lips parted and cheeks bright pink with excitement.
I’m seconds away from coming when she abruptly lets go.
“Fuck,” I groan, panting as I try to regain some of my composure before she starts again.
“I understand now why you enjoy doing this to me,” Camille says with a soft, slightly cruel laugh. She unclasps her bra, letting her gorgeous breasts spill free, cupping them with a soft sigh. Daring me with her ardent gaze to move my hands.
Fuck, I want to. I need to. But my desire to be good wins out.
She takes her underwear off next, and the scent of her slick is so potent I groan.
I clasp my hands together tightly to keep from moving them. “Goddamn, Cami, you’re so sexy.”
For once, she doesn’t shy away from my compliment. She just gives me another filthy smile as she palms her breast. My mouth falls open as she moves down off the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs that dangle off the edge.
My muscles tense as she leans forward so those perfect tits brush against my weeping cock.
“How long do you think you can last?” she asks, cupping her breasts with her hands and wrapping them around my dick.
“I… Fuck, I don’t know. Not long. I’m really close.” My voice sounds raw as I stare down at her.
Her little pout at my answer makes my cock pulse. “Hmm, I guess we’ll have to work on that.”
It takes all my willpower not to thrust up as she moves her tits up and down my shaft. Fuck, they’re so big that they wrap around it easily and her slick makes the soft flesh feel almost as good as her pussy.
Barely thirty seconds pass before I’m on the edge again. When Camille sticks her tongue out and hovers it above where the tip of my cock juts up between her breasts, I lose it.
“Please, please can I come?” I pant, the need for release almost painful.
Camille’s eyelashes flutter like she’s the one on the edge of orgasm, and she nods, letting my tip slide into her mouth on the next downstroke of her tits.
“Fuck, thank you. Thank you, omega.” I erupt, cum splashing in hot jets across her tongue and chin, and spilling down onto her breasts as she works me through my release.
When she’s wrung everything from me, and I shudder from overstimulation, she pulls back and hurries up beside me to undo my cuffs. Our eyes meet as I sit up and test my wrists now that they’re free, and Camille wipes at the cum on her chin.
A grin forms on both our lips, followed by her delighted laughter and my own deep, slightly stunned chuckle.
“Well, that was fun,” I say, glad she doesn’t feel weird after trying something new for both of us.
“It really was.” Her eyes soften and my heart flutters. “I’m not surprised, though. Everything with you has been wonderful.”