Chapter 4 #2
I didn’t bother listening to what Caden said to sell me to the crowd.
My heart pounded, sending adrenaline through my body, as Hamish pulled me to the front of the room, pushed me over the block, smacked my ass, then showed my hole to the salivating alphas.
I wasn’t in heat, but I could feel the slick gushing out of me.
It was all I could do not to hump the block.
I wanted to show off what a good, eager sub I could be for all those alphas.
At least, I wanted to show off for them until Hamish pulled me straight again and I saw him.
“Ten million!”
It was the guy I’d nearly bowled over at the Dark Fantasies Club office the week before. The tall, gorgeous guy in a suit who had smelled like rain on marble. And he was staring right at me with fire in his eyes.
“Fifty million!”
His shout ended what had been a tongue-in-cheek bidding war. The rest of the room went silent for a moment, then Caden called out, “Sold to Mr. W for fifty million. Come on up and collect your prize.”
Mr. W? I guess that was who he was for the event. I didn’t care what his name was, I just wanted to get close to him and smell that amazing, rain-fresh scent of his again. I almost ran to the side of the stage when Hamish pretended to drag me there as Caden went on with the rest of the auction.
“Here you go,” Hamish said, handing me off roughly to the delicious Mr. W. “Have fun with him. He’s already primed and desperate for your cock.”
“Thanks,” Mr. W said.
Immediately, I was thrown out of the scene a little. Thanks?
“You can take him up to your suite now,” Hamish said, a little less like he was in character.
“Oh, right,” Mr. W said, jolting a little. He looked at me again and grabbed my upper arm stiffly, like he wasn’t entirely certain that’s what he should be doing. “Come with me, um, you,” he said.
Okay. That wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting from this event. I stayed in character as much as I could without, well, frankly, spooking Mr. W. I’d played enough to know when someone was vicious and sadistic and when they were just testing the waters to see if they were actually kinky or not.
My immediate impression of Mr. W was that he was not.
He looked anxious as he led me out of the auction room and along the corridor to the lobby.
He paused for a moment to pull his room key out of his pocket, fumbling it a bit, then nodded and marched me on across the lobby and down a shorter corridor to a room marked with a seven.
“This is us,” he said, smiling nervously at me, then clearing his face and putting on an expression he maybe thought was tough. It was actually a bit comical.
What had Caden and Hamish been thinking when they picked this guy out for me?
On second thought, I didn’t care. Mr. W was hot as hell, and it wasn’t like he was inviting me in to play checkers.
“Now, omega,” Mr. W began as he shoved me into the room, then shut and locked the door behind him, “um—”
He just stared at me, standing there in the beautifully decorated lodge suite, hands still zip tied behind my back, drool seeping out from around the ball gag, hard and perky for him, with slick oozing down my thighs, making me itchy and horny.
He didn’t have a clue what to do with me.
I made a sound and pushed my tongue against the ball gag. When Mr. W met my eyes, I did it again.
“Oh, right,” he said, jumping forward a little, like I’d given him an order.
Okay. That was different. But if he wanted to play things that way, I’d been known to top from the bottom.
Mr. W stepped behind me and undid the buckles holding the ball gag to my face. Once those were loose, he pulled it away from my face, popping the ball out of my mouth. I made a small sound of relief and worked the stiffness from my jaw for a second.
“I don’t see any scissors to cut the zip tie around your wrists,” Mr. W said in a distracted, definitely not in character voice.
“They’re on the cabinet over there,” I said, also not in character for a second, nodding across the room. “But don’t cut the zip tie just yet.”
“Really?” Mr. W asked, surprised.
I had to think fast to decide how to handle the weird situation Caden and Hamish had thrown at me. I didn’t want to offend Mr. W, but he definitely needed a guiding hand to get started.
“I’m your captive,” I said. “You’ve got me at a disadvantage. I have to do what you say and give my body to you. Keep my hands restrained behind my back for a bit so you feel more powerful and I feel vulnerable.”
“That’s what you want?” Mr. W asked.
“Isn’t that why we’re here?” I asked in return.
“Oh, right. Shit. Sorry.”
Definitely a newbie.
I took a deep breath, centering myself in the situation I’d been handed.
I was good at switching things up on the fly and taking charge, even with alphas, when I needed to.
I mean, I would rather have just subbed out while an alpha used the hell out of me, but wasn’t that who I was?
Enzo, the one who steps up and takes charge when everything was in chaos?
“Look, just to be clear, I like this shit. I get off on rough sex. There’s nothing you could do that would hurt or shock me.
For the sake of the scene, I might pretend like I’m not willing, but believe me, I am.
So whatever your fantasy is, whatever you’ve always secretly dreamed of doing to an omega when you rub one out in the shower or in the middle of the night when no one is watching, you can do that to me. ”
I could tell from the way his pupils dilated and a flush came to his face that Mr. W had a few fantasies tucked away in the back of his tidy and presentable mind. It was always the straitlaced ones who were the dirtiest once they let themselves go.
“I don’t know how to start,” he blurted, glancing down slightly.
His embarrassed flush was more of a blush. My cock jerked in response and another trickle of slick escaped my hole. I suddenly knew how I needed to play this so we could both have a good time.
“Let me serve you, Master,” I said, going full-on eager sub. “Let me serve you with my mouth and my hole. My body belongs to you now.”
“Oh? Ohhhh.” Mr. W caught on. He cleared his throat, stood straighter, then said, “Go ahead, then,” like he was ordering me around.
He was adorable. I’m sure that wasn’t how I was supposed to feel about a Dom, but there were no two ways about it.
I had no idea why someone like him would have signed up for the omega auction, let alone been selected for it, but the way he stood there, waiting for me to do something was the sweetest, most endearing thing I’d ever seen in an alpha.
I stepped toward him, bending down to unbutton his suit jacket with my teeth.
He made a sound like he didn’t know what I was doing at first, but as I managed to slide the button through its hole and loosen his jacket, then straighten to bite one lapel and push it toward his shoulder, he figured it out.
“Let me help you,” he said, starting to shrug out of the jacket.
I shook my head and continued my task of undressing him without my hands. I was pretty good at it, too. He had to help a little by shrugging so I could get the jacket over his shoulder, then shaking his arms so it fell to the floor, but that was the most awkward part.
Once that was done, I dropped to my knees in front of him, settling into a spot-on kneeling pose, and pulled the front of his shirt out of his trousers with my teeth.
Mr. W watched in wonder as I freed that, then unbuckled his belt, also with my teeth, and undid the front of his trousers.
It was clumsy and slow, I’ll admit, but with a little work, I managed to get his cock free.
That was all I really wanted. I rubbed it with my cheek and nuzzled close to the base to free as much of it as I could, then I licked my way from root to tip before sucking it between my lips and deep into my mouth.
“Fuck,” Mr. W gasped, grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking reflexively.
Yeah, that was what I wanted. Harder. Tighter.
I moaned around his cock and bobbed deeper, trying to communicate that I wanted him to fuck my throat.
I wanted to lose myself in the feeling of servicing him.
He tasted so good, and a was dying to get him to spill down my throat, or better still, to pull out and rub out an orgasm all over my face.
Mr. W had other ideas.
“Shit, I’m close,” he gasped. “I can’t—”
He stumbled back a bit, pulling my hair as he did, though I could tell it wasn’t on purpose. With tense, hurried gestures, he pulled me forward toward the bed, then pushed me so I tumbled forward onto it.
I instinctively spread my legs and lifted my hips for him, which turned out to be a good idea. With a few desperate gestures, Mr. W shoved his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, then lined up behind me, one hand on my hip and one on my shoulder, and drove home.
Three or four thrusts later, he made a strangled sound as he came. The warm dribble of his cum joining my slick as he pulled out a little too much before sinking back in gave me hot, sizzly feelings, but it didn’t push me over the edge.
With an almost disappointed groan, Mr. W sagged over me, still inside me, but just barely. I wasn’t in heat so he didn’t knot, he just seemed to run out of enough steam to push in or pull out all the way.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, sounding like he was being really hard on himself. “I’m so sorry.”
I had to fight the urge to laugh. That would have been the cruelest thing I could have done. And really, more than laughing, I wanted to wriggle around, free my arms, and hug Mr. W to let him know it would be alright.
“It’s okay,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder, though he was hiding his face from me. “So what if we’ve got a few things to work on. That’s what we’re here for, right? Why don’t we get to work and figure out how to have the very best time we can together.”
Because the potential was there. I could feel a connection with Mr. W. All he needed was to let go a little, and I knew just the thing for that.