Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Mason
T he magnetic cuffs were a hit. I’d suspected they would be, but the way Billy and I used them over the next two days proved that they were effective and versatile. I had them rigged to adhere to the bed, but any metal surface could be adjusted to act as an anchor. I could think of a list of clients a mile long who would love them.
Billy had thought of some, too.
“These would be such a hit at kink parties,” he’d said, panting, on the second day of his heat when I used the cuffs to restrain him in an elaborate spread up against the headboard so I could eat his delicious ass out.
“Kink parties?” I asked stickily, leaning back, then shifting to let the excess slick streaming down his legs gather on my balls.
“Yeah,” Billy had managed to puff out through desperate breaths, his plump ass quivering inches from my face. “I mean, you might want to find a way to pad the insides, since my wrists and ankles are getting pretty banged up, but it’s a small price to pay.”
I winced and considered ditching the cuffs. It wasn’t my intent to hurt the omega I was playing with. Criminals and other people being restrained for questioning wouldn’t be wearing them for long enough to worry about bruises, but maybe Billy had a point about kinksters wanting something like this.
He’d made a comment about the electrode area restraints I’d attached to his cock and balls being an effective chastity device during that lull between waves, too. He’d even asked if there were an electrified sounding rod that went with them. I hadn’t thought of that either. Those restraints were so early in their development that I wasn’t even certain I would continue with the project.
But I’d be lying if I said the idea of using them to discipline a naughty sub didn’t tickle some fancy in me.
All in all, the beta-testing aspect of the fantasy was working out beyond my wildest expectations.
Even better, the compatibility angle of Billy’s heat was working out perfectly for both of us, as we discovered a few waves later.
“Deeper. Harder. Yeah,” Billy groaned later in that second day of his heat, when things were at their most intense for him. “God, yes! Like that!”
I had him pressed up against the headboard again and was more or less drilling him into the wall with each powerful thrust. We’d dispensed with the magnetic cuffs, since his wrists especially were black and blue after more than forty-eight hours of playing, but I’d replaced them with soft, silk cords.
Currently, Billy was trussed up with his arms extended above him, the rope joining his wrists tied to a large ring in the center of the canopy above the headboard, and his cord-wrapped thighs pulled apart and fastened to the top bedposts. I could tell from the easy way he worked with the cords that he was into bondage.
“You like that?” I growled against his ear as I pounded into him with squelching thrusts. “You like my cock owning you?”
I had run out of clever dialog the day before, and now I had nothing left but cliché sex-talk.
Neither of us seemed to care.
“Yes! Yes! More!”
I reached around to hold Billy’s hips steady and increased the intensity of my thrusts. One of my hands stroked his cock as I moved, sending him into an orgasm that painted my already sticky headboard with sweet-smelling omega cum. I was going to have so much cleaning to do once this fantasy was over.
That thought was fleeting. Far more all-consuming was the strong drive within me as I pushed harder and harder into Billy, reaching for a goal.
Breach. Mate. Fill . The rumbling alpha voice deep within me had been growing louder since the fantasy had started. It had only ever been a distant feeling within me in the past. It would have been disturbing to hear that part of me so loudly now had it not felt so right.
Claim. Mine. Mine!
I came hard, feeling as though my soul was being drawn out of me through my balls and cock. Pleasure encompassed me as my knot formed, locking the two of us tightly together. I kept rocking, pushing my knot into the sensitive places of Billy’s warm, loose, sore body, giving the pleasure back to him.
The way he shuddered and moaned and spasmed as he came continuously circled that pleasure back to me. We were so, so connected that it felt….
It felt like something was missing, if I was honest. It was the best sex of my life, but everything essential in the core of my being felt like something was missing from the whole experience.
As we started to settle and Billy sagged against me, I reached up to untie his hands.
“How are your shoulders?” I asked, picking away at the knot.
As soon as it came loose and his arms dropped, he let out a moan that told me everything I needed to know.
“Sorry,” I said, rubbing and massaging his shoulders for a moment before shifting from one side to the other to untie his legs.
“No, it’s fine,” Billy gasped, then groaned through an aftershock orgasm that dribbled out of his tired body.
“We can take a warm shower after my knot goes down,” I said. “That should ease some of the aches.”
Billy laughed exhaustedly as he leaned back into me. The way he sat on my cock pushed me that much deeper. My cockhead had been knocking against the clenched entrance to his womb for the last few waves, but I could have sworn it felt softer now.
The fleeting thought that we should have discussed contraceptives the second we figured out Billy had gone into heat crossed my mind. Omegas who played as hard and as frequently as I assumed Billy did were almost always on the pill, though, so I let the thought pass through and drift away.
“Is that any way to talk to the prisoner you’re trying to get information out of?” Billy asked after he’d caught his breath.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, needing to hold him close. “I think this federal agent is willing to admit he made a mistake at this point.”
Billy grinned as he glanced over his shoulder at me. “What? Giving up so soon? You’ll never get the location of the codes out of me now.”
A warm, fluttery feeling shot through me. Billy’s smile was absolutely killer. It made me want to keep holding him.
It made me eager for his next heat wave so I could fuck him like he was a rag doll.
“So you’re admitting that you know where the codes are?” I asked, not really in character.
Billy huffed a small laugh and settled into my body. “What’s with that whole ‘codes’ thing anyhow? I have no idea what you’re even talking about.”
I laughed. “I imagined that it would be codes to security systems, or maybe the combination to a safe.”
“Then you definitely know nothing about security systems,” Billy snorted.
I almost told him. I almost opened my big mouth and blurted out everything—my job, my company, and my real name. Billy didn’t want to be bored with those details, though. He was just in town for business. This was supposed to be one night and maybe part of the day, that was all. No strings attached, kinky, kidnap fantasy sex. He didn’t want to know me, and I didn’t want to?—
I couldn’t even finish that sentence in my thoughts. It would have been a lie. I did want to know more about Billy. I wanted to know who he really was, where he came from…whether he would want to see me again.
I sucked in a breath and shook my head a little to clear those thoughts. It was his heat hormones getting under my skin. Everything we’d done in the last two days was more intimate than anonymous fantasy sex. I couldn’t trust the impulses running through me now.
And besides, Billy had told me he had a family back home. It could have been part of his character, but he wouldn’t have been the first omega to use the Dark Fantasies Club to cheat on his partner. Maybe he was married to a beta who couldn’t fulfill him sexually. That happened way more often than people liked to talk about.
“Would it be too much to ask for a snack?” Billy asked after we’d been silent for several long minutes.
My knot was going down anyhow, so I shifted, lifting him off me so I could pull out all the way.
Something in my soul resisted pulling out. It was like my cock was screaming, “ No, no, no! We were so close! He’s going to open, just wait! ”
“How about that shower first?” I asked.
“Yes, please!” Billy groaned, rolling to the side.
I let him climb off the bed on his own power, but once I shifted to get off as well, I scooped an arm around him and half carried him the rest of the way out of the bedroom and around the corner into the small, plain bathroom. The unit I’d chosen to set up my play space in was actually one of the smaller ones in the building. It didn’t have an en suite, like the larger unit next door, where I kept my computers and monitors, did.
Billy was a little out of it as I turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. I could tell from the way he moved that his body was sore. His belly was slightly distended from all the cum I’d pumped into him in the last two days, but not by much.
Once the water was warm, I stepped into the shower, bringing Billy with me. There was something deeply satisfying about resting him against the tiled wall and rubbing his limp body with a soapy washcloth.
That was another thing that seemed slightly off-center. I wasn’t a brute, but I’d never cared much for coddling and cooing over my omega playmates. I did the aftercare the way it should be, but I’d never taken such joy in tenderness. I didn’t even nudge Billy to his knees so he could suck me off as thanks for taking care of him. I even considered doing that for him.
We were both tired and hungry, though, and as soon as we were clean, I turned off the shower and helped Billy step out of the tub.
We dried off, wrapped up in robes, and headed out to the kitchen.
“Obviously, you don’t live in this apartment,” Billy said once we were seated at the kitchen table, eating sandwiches made from the scant ingredients I’d stocked in the fridge.
“No,” I said vaguely. I hesitated, then decided to hint at who I really was a little. “I own this entire building, though.”
Billy’s brows flew up, and he swallowed his bite before saying, “Really? No wonder we haven’t had neighbors pounding on the walls, telling us to shut up.”
I laughed. “There aren’t any neighbors at present,” I said. “I’ve been remodeling the units, but I paused all that for a few months to?—”
I almost told him about the tech equipment, how I’d actually been testing it on him, and how they were all prototypes for Horizon Tech.
“—do other things,” I finished lamely.
“I see,” Billy said with a sly look.
That look had me catching my breath.
I couldn’t resist it. I had to know more about him.
“You’re probably used to better than this,” I said, fishing for information. “What with your family.”
I leaned in slightly, both wishing for and dreading information about his family.
Billy laughed. “My family is used to better,” he said, smirking at something in his memories. “I could be happy with pretty much anything.”
That didn’t tell me much of anything.
“Are they missing you?” I asked. “This wasn’t supposed to last so long.”
“No, it’s alright,” Billy said, shifting in his chair. He was starting to turn a little pink. I assumed his next heat wave was coming on. “I’m not scheduled to fly home until Monday night.”
“You know it’s Sunday night—no, early Monday morning right now,” I said, glancing past him to the clock on the wall.
“Is it?” Billy turned to check the time. “Wow! Time flies when you’re fucking your brains out.”
He laughed. I laughed with him. I still didn’t have the slightest idea about who he was or where he came from. Somewhere far enough away that he had to fly to get there.
So I guess I wouldn’t accidentally run into him on the street one day in a few months. We wouldn’t gape in surprise at seeing each other, then share a secret, naughty smile as we remembered where we’d last met. There would be no movie-worthy meet-cute where we exchanged real names and went for a cup of coffee, then covertly checked each other out as we talked about mundane things while remembering what we each looked like naked and?—
“I hate to drag you out of whatever thoughts are making you grin like that, but my next wave is starting, and I think it’s going to be a doozy,” Billy said, suddenly breathing heavily.
“Got it,” I said, pushing my empty sandwich plate back and downing the last of my glass of water. “Let’s return to your interrogation.”
Billy laughed loudly as he stood and pushed his chair back. The back of his robe was already damp with slick. The chair must have been, too, because he took one look at it and laughed again.
I would never, until my dying day, forget that laugh.
“Do you want to check in with your second before we go on?” I asked as we headed back into the bedroom.
My own phone was on the bureau in the bedroom. I detoured to pick it up.
I only had time to see a bunch of missed messages and calls from Colin, one of them with a preview that said, “You’d better get your ass over here now or—”, before Billy dropped to his knees in front of me.
“I need some cock to wash down that sandwich,” he said in a thick, breathless voice as he tore through the tie of my robe.
I tossed my phone back on the bureau, forgetting Colin entirely.
Moments later, as I leaned back, bracing against the edge of the bureau, Billy parted my robe and licked a wet lick from the inside of one knee, all the way up my thigh to my balls. I tipped my head back and groaned as he mouthed one ball. He was too impatient to carry on with that, opting to skip right to sucking my swiftly hardening cock straight to the back of his throat.
Even after two solid days of sex, it still felt so good to have Billy’s hungry mouth working around me. In no time at all, I felt primed and ready and desperate to reach for that ineffable something that had been so close, but just out of reach, during his last couple of heat waves.
Billy seemed anxious for it, too. Instead of sucking and slurping and swallowing until I came down his throat, he scrambled back, only standing when his back hit the side of the bed. His robe was already untied, and the sight of his slim, pale, pink, and leaking body had me growling like the ancient beasts we’d apparently evolved from.
“Just the anticipation of it feels so good,” Billy panted as I shrugged out of my robe and paced toward him. “Fuck fantasies constructed through an app. Right now, my only fantasy is you in me, strong and hard, bending me to your will, making me?—”
I didn’t let him get farther than that. I yanked the robe from his shoulders then pushed him back. He fell willingly to his back, throwing his arms and legs wide.
There were no restraints, no cuffs or ropes, metal or silk. There was only Billy’s beautiful, pulsing body as I grabbed his legs and pushed them wide, lifting his hips as I did. I tugged him to the edge of the bed, securing him with my strength alone, then guided my cock straight to his red, gaping, dripping hole.
It was all a blur from there. I thrust into him, and Billy let out a primal cry that was pleasure and pain, victory and surrender. I didn’t stop, regardless of his cries, knowing he wouldn’t want me to. I pushed in, harder and faster and deeper, watching his contorted expression of pleasure and endurance as I did. I watched the changes in his body as it flushed and tensed.
When he started to come, spilling thin, pearly spurts all over his belly, I increased my thrusts. I shifted to lean over him, his ankles caught on my upper arms, bending him nearly in half. I kept going like an animal in rut, bathed in his scent, desperate to be one with him.
And then it happened. As my knot burst to fill, locking us tightly, the resistance I’d been hitting for two days gave way. Suddenly, I was all the way inside him, inside his womb, and it was like a supernova.
I’d never come like that before. It wasn’t just like my soul shooting from my body through my cock. It was like my entire being turned itself inside out with pleasure and fused with the space and time where Billy existed. To call the sensations pulsing through me pleasure didn’t come close.
Billy felt the same way. Literally, I was sure. For those powerful, intense moments as I pumped his womb full of cum, I could feel what he felt, sense what he sensed. For those startling few seconds, we were the same being.