Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Shawn
Who would have thought it was possible to fail at sex?
I was an alpha, and alphas were supposed to be virile and insatiable, especially when presented with an omega as attractive and open and Enzo.
Enzo wasn’t even in heat, but I’d lasted about thirty seconds before blowing my load.
At least I’d managed to get inside him instead of going off like a rogue firehose all over the duvet or something.
“I have an idea,” Enzo said as he gently wriggled away from me and sat up to face me.
I sat up too, face hot as blazes because I was still more or less fully dressed. My trousers and underwear were around my thighs, although the hem of my shirt covered my drooping cock, and Enzo was beautifully, gloriously naked. And still hard. Shit, I hadn’t even made him come.
“An idea?” I asked in an attempt to deflect from my shame.
“Yeah.” Enzo smiled at me. The way he looked as he stood, his body pink with warmth and his thighs sticky with slick, had my heart beating faster and my cock taking notice again.
“The DFC usually leaves a little care package for people playing at events like this. Let’s see what gifts they’ve given us.
Maybe we can use something to help us along. ”
“Okay,” I said, standing.
I didn’t know whether to pull my trousers up or get rid of them entirely and join Enzo in nakedness.
My head wanted to pull my trousers up, fasten my buckle, grab my jacket, and run for the hills.
I was already in the hills, though, and since my head wasn’t helping me at all in this fantasy, I quickly toed off my shoes, stepped out of my trousers and underwear, and pulled my shirt off before joining Enzo at the bureau on one side of the room.
I wasn’t sure what Enzo was expecting, but when he turned to check on me, then did a doubletake as he swept a gaze over my naked body, I was sure it wasn’t for me to take off my clothes. His pretty face flushed, and his semi took on a whole new life, rising up at the sight of me.
“We’re going to crack this,” he said, smiling and nodding to the selection of items that had been laid out on the bureau. “We’re going to find something that will help us along.”
It took me a minute to realize what I was seeing on the bureau. There were a couple bottles of lube and spermicide, and there was a bottle of what I assumed were pills. There were also various lengths and thicknesses of rope, some leather cuffs, a paddle and a flogger.
“I don’t think I’d feel safe using those on you,” I quickly said, nodding to the paddle and flogger. “I’ve never, um, used those things before, so I wouldn’t know how to, I guess, make them work without being afraid I’d really hurt you.”
“That’s fine,” Enzo laughed. “Impact play isn’t my favorite either, and if you don’t know how to use the toys, it’s better not to touch them. I’m more of a tie me up and make me feel like a whore kinda guy anyhow.”
I blinked at him. “Do people actually like that?” I asked. “Being made to feel sub-human?”
“Within the careful boundaries of a scene, yeah,” he answered, completely without judgment or mocking. “I guess you could say it tickles something primal in me. You know, from back in the day when omegas really were kept as possessions and used for breeding.”
The way he spoke about an era of our collective history that I found repugnant had me flushing even hotter. “That doesn’t, you know, make you feel angry or depressed?” Dammit, my nerves were way too obvious in the way I couldn’t stop my, you know, verbal ticks.
Enzo smiled like he understood. “In playtime only,” he said.
Then his face clouded over and a sad, scared, anxious look filled his eyes.
“I mean, that’s our heritage, right? Omegas should be able to easily adapt to being a voiceless fuck toy.
At least we wouldn’t have to think or worry about things anymore. ”
About a thousand alarms went off in my head and red flags were flying all over the place.
In the midst of that, a desire to protect Enzo from everything in the entire universe filled me.
If omegas had that primal urge to submit and be bred in them, then alphas, good alphas, at least, felt the deep and instinctive urge to protect and provide for omegas.
Not just any omega, their omega.
“Two minutes ago, I was considering packing up and running out of here,” I confessed. “But I don’t want to do that to you. You signed up for this event to have an experience, and Caden and Hamish talked me into it because they thought I could get something out of it.”
Enzo’s eyebrows shot up and his big doe-eyes went even larger, but he didn’t say anything.
I nodded. “I want to make this work. You’re the experienced one here—” I immediately felt bad about saying that and went on with, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
Enzo relaxed into a beautiful, sheepish smile…that hid a sexy cockiness behind it. “The truth is the truth, no matter how you dress it.”
I smiled back at him. “So you know what would work for this…scene better than I would. Tell me what I need to do.”
A spark of arousal filled Enzo’s eyes before he nodded at the pill bottle on the bureau. “First and foremost, I think I should take a Heat Lightning pill.”
“Heat Lightning?” I asked, feeling like a total dork for not knowing what that was.
“One pill will induce a mini-heat for me,” he explained.
“I’ve taken them before, and they’re really powerful.
I should get two or three heat waves from one pill.
But as far as anyone has experienced yet, omegas can’t get pregnant during an induced heat.
So you won’t have to use the spermicide or condoms.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said. “Go ahead and take one.”
Enzo’s grin went a bit lopsided, and he shifted his hands behind him. “Um….”
I hissed a curse under my breath. His hands were still secured behind him with zip ties. His wrists were raw and streaked with lines from where the ties had dug into his skin while I’d clumsily fucked him.
“Sorry, sorry!” I said, grabbing for the scissors so I could free him.
“It’s not a problem,” Enzo laughed, holding his hands out a bit so I could cut the tie.
“I think I mentioned that I like to be restrained? But I’ll admit that leather restraints are way more comfortable.
” He nodded to the cuffs on the bureau, then groaned as the zip tie dropped to the floor and his arms were freed.
The sound was like fire shooting straight to my balls.
It was a little bit relief and a little bit pain, but that only made me hotter.
I sucked in a breath of his vanilla scent along with my guilty shock over my reaction.
The alpha within me, which mostly behaved himself, started to growl and pace restlessly. I should probably embrace that.
“Do you want to put those cuff things on?” I asked, my mind racing with all the ways I could make the scene as good for Enzo as possible. “Do you need some water or a snack before you take one of the pills? Do you want to use the toilet?”
I was really, really bad at this whole Dom thing.
I could tell Enzo was trying not to laugh.
“Some water and a trip to the bathroom wouldn’t be a bad idea.
For both of us. But once we’re done with that, how about you pretend to catch me, hold me down, and put the restraints on me by force.
See how they have clips on them?” I looked, saw, and nodded.
“Once you have them on, you can clip them together or fasten them to the rings on the bed.”
We both glanced at the bed. For the first time, I saw the multiple rings worked into the posts and sides.
“Once you have me helpless, you should be the one to pop a Heat Lightning pill in my mouth and make me swallow it,” Enzo went on.
“We’ll pretend that you’re forcing me into heat so you can get all the things an alpha gets out of fucking an omega in heat.
And once it starts, you can really let go, you know. ”
“Let go?” I didn’t know whether to feel like a green schoolboy or to be massively turned on by what he was suggesting. It was probably a better idea, for a change, for me to get wildly turned on.”
Again, Enzo smiled. “You’re the good, responsible, reliable one in your real life, aren’t you, Mr. W,” he said.
“It’s Shawn,” I said, face glowing with heat. “And yeah, you have no idea.”
“Shawn,” Enzo repeated. The way he smiled as he said my name did things to me.
Deep things. Hot things. It had my cock slowly filling and standing up.
“Okay. This is your chance to throw all that good guy stuff out the window. You can be as bad as you want. You can wallow in lust, fuck me like you want to teach me a lesson, and manhandle me like that dark, secret part that everybody has deep down inside has always fantasized about.”
My hand twitched as I remembered the feelings that had swirled up in me when I found out that Enzo liked to be fisted. “Let go, eh?” I said, slowly but surely pushing aside my inhibitions to get to the instinctive alpha part of me that knew what it wanted.
“Absolutely,” Enzo said, fire in his eyes again.
“For the scene, I might pretend to be scared or reluctant, but I can tell you right now, I love it. I love rough sex. I love being smacked around and treated like dirt and fucked hard. Trust me when I say there’s nothing you can do that would be too much, and if you do worry about anything being too much, ask and I’ll tell you red, yellow, or green. ”
“Got it,” I said. I knew just barely enough about BDSM to know what safe words were.
“One other thing,” Enzo said, stepping toward the bathroom. “Sometimes it helps if you come up with a character to be for the scene. You know, a spoiled billionaire, a mafia lord, an aristocrat who is used to fucking peasants. Something like that.”
My mouth twitched with humor at the aristocrat fucking peasants thing. Maybe that would work. “Okay. I’ll come up with something.”