Forty-Seven
FORTY-SEVEN
Mia
I COULD BARELY IMAGINE the courage it had taken Emiel to talk about his needs and desires like this. The fact that he’d chosen to talk to me made me want to tackle-hug him and start pressing wet, sloppy kisses all over his face. Unfortunately, he needed me to be the calm one. The one in control.
Quite literally in control, apparently.
“Where’s your laptop?” I asked gently, looking around the room.
He pointed at a cluttered desk in the corner, and I caught sight of it. Giving his huge hand another reassuring squeeze, I bounced up from the edge of the mattress and crossed to get it, returning to climb into the bed with him as though I belonged there.
“Here you go.” I handed him the sleek silver MacBook and made myself comfortable, leaning against the sturdy headboard.
He squared his shoulders and opened the computer, his fingers sliding and tapping on the trackpad. With a furtive sideways glance at me, he said, “The video’s a female alpha with a male omega. Is that okay?”
Aw, bless , I thought, offering him a soft smile.
“I like everyone,” I said easily. “I had a massive crush on the female alpha gym teacher at my high school, you know. Ooh... and that actress who played Xena on TV? You know the one? Though, actually, I think she might be a beta.”
“Never seen it,” Emiel said.
“We should watch it sometime,” I told him.
“Does she get tied up much on the show?” he asked, with a surprising flash of humor.
That startled a bark of laughter from me. “Honestly? You’d be surprised.”
He opened an incognito window through an overseas VPN—the perils of anyone who had a job working with kids and still wanted to look at porn, I was guessing. A moment later, the video link popped up.
Hot Omega Femmeboy Tops Bound Alpha Rut-Slut , read the headline at the top of the page.
I snorted. “I think whoever gets paid to come up with porn video titles secretly gets off on making them as painfully awful as humanly possible.”
Emiel squirmed. “Yeah, I kind of hate that part. I promise it’s not actually that bad, though.”
I wrapped my arm around his corded bicep and leaned against his side. “You like it, so I already know it’s good,” I said, settling in as he pressed play.
The video flashed through a couple of text cards listing all the information about safety precautions, applicable laws, and the actors being over eighteen. Then it faded into the opening scene—a vaguely medical-looking setting, white and antiseptic.
A muscular, olive-skinned woman with spiky hair, the tips dyed bright purple and blue, lay strapped to a gurney, naked and writhing. She moaned and growled as though trapped in a mating rut, obviously hamming it up for the camera. There was nothing fake about the erect alpha clit jutting out from its sheath between her legs, though. I tilted my head, taking it in... because, damn .
“Where do porn producers find these people?” I asked, unable to help myself. “Or... does someone just naturally gravitate toward the adult entertainment industry if they’re born with a giant freaking alpha clit?”
Emiel snickered, some of his tension leaching away. “It’s pretty big, all right.”
A blond male omega wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard entered from stage right. He pushed chunky tortoiseshell glasses up his nose, frowning down at his imaginary notes.
“Well, ma’am,” he drawled. “I’m afraid it’s confirmed. The blood tests have come back from the lab—you’re in full rut, and there’s only one treatment that will alleviate your symptoms.”
The sultry female alpha snarled and snapped her teeth at him—too playful to be anything but fake.
“Now,” said the omega, putting his clipboard on a nearby medical tray and retrieving a ball gag that conveniently happened to be there. “Let’s just make sure you can’t accidentally bite me while I administer the treatment, shall we?”
He positioned the gag in her mouth and buckled it into place with unrealistic ease, while the alpha rolled her head back and forth artistically, moaning.
“It gets a lot better as soon as they stop talking,” Emiel muttered.
“You’ve just described basically every porn video ever made,” I assured him, squeezing his arm.
He was right, though. With the alpha suitably restrained, the omega ‘doctor’ ran a proprietary hand down the midline of her torso from throat to clit, and I shivered in empathy as she arched into the contact like a cat.
The omega was surprisingly hot, too. Careful camera angles had hidden the fact that he was naked beneath his long white coat. When he shed it, the sleek, hairless body beneath was athletic and toned. I shifted position, not proud of the low throb that seemed to be setting up shop in my pussy, but unable to deny it, either.
“There now,” The omega said soothingly, hopping gracefully onto the gurney to straddle his ‘patient.’ “Let the doctor make you feel all better .”
The so-called plotline was objectively cringeworthy, just like the vast majority of porn I’d seen during my lifetime. And yet, as Emiel had said, once the actors stopped talking and started fucking, there was an undeniable beauty to it. Bad acting gave way to attractive bodies moving together—one wild and thrashing within its restraints, the other soothing and sensual.
I rubbed my thighs together, aware of my scent rising around me. More aware of the growing bulge in Emiel’s gray sweats, and the way his breathing had grown soft and ragged. I felt his eyes on me, as though he was splitting his attention between the screen, and my reaction to what was happening on it.
I was aware that he needed feedback from me—still unsure about what he was revealing to another person for, I guessed, the first time in his life.
“I like the way the omega is taking care of her,” I said softly. “Being so gentle even though she’s frantic with need.”
Emiel caught his breath, a heavier burst of cinnamon and citrus exploding in my nose.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s what I liked about it. He’s not scared of her. He’s in control, making sure they both get what they want.”
I filed that away in a mental folder marked ‘ Utmost Importance, Do Not Disregard ,’ as we watched the coupling proceed to its natural conclusion. The omega flung his head back, fisting his modest cock as he rode his alpha captive to completion. An admittedly unlikely volume of clear spunk and slick erupted from his dick and passage as he arched and clenched, his muscles jerking through an orgasm.
The alpha keened through her gag, bucking through her own climax before her muscles gradually relaxed into quiescence.
“There you go,” the omega murmured, draping himself over her as a rumbly purr began to emanate from her chest. “All better.”
He closed his eyes in contentment, the video fading to black as the exhausted alpha knotted him, their bodies tied together.
After a moment, Emiel exited the browser and flipped the screen closed. Once he set the laptop aside, he didn’t seem to know quite what to do next.
“That was super hot,” I said, viscerally aware of the heavy atmosphere of pheromones choking the room. “There’s a lot about that video that I liked. Can I ask a question, though?”
I didn’t really want to ask the question... but I needed to, because this was a scenario Emiel seemed serious about actually putting into practice. If so, there was something I had to know first, even though it was going to be uncomfortable for both of us.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
I swallowed to wet my dry throat. “If you’re restrained, you don’t have to worry about me getting hurt. But, Emiel... you were the one who was hurt when you were young. Won’t being helpless bring those feelings back?”
His eyes, when they met mine, were very dark and very deep. “You would never hurt me, Mia.”
Irrational tears clogged my throat, and I had to swallow back the emotion before I could speak.
“ Never ,” I agreed, the word coming out hoarse.
He looked away, clearing his throat.
After a moment, he said, “If this is something you’d want to do with me, it might be best if you didn’t touch anywhere behind my balls... at least, for now. And you could, maybe, talk to me while we’re doing it? Let me hear your voice. I think that’d be good.”
I nodded, my head jerking like a bobble doll’s. “Anything you need.” I hesitated, dragging in an unsteady breath. “Can I hug you now?”
I hadn’t really relinquished my hold on his arm, but a moment later I was swept into a proper hug, feeling the faint tremor of emotion running through his body. I pressed my nose against his neck, where the scent glands were close to the surface.
He groaned.
Gathering up my courage, I pulled back to look at him.
“If I cuffed your hands to this headboard right now, would you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Could I take your T-shirt off first?” I asked.
He nodded, a dazed look of wonder smoothing the creases at the edges of his eyes and mouth.
Before I could second-guess myself, I suited action to word and hooked my hands beneath the hem of the soft cotton shirt, sliding it up and off as he lifted his arms to help. I’d seen him bare to the waist before, at the cage fights. It was even more impressive up close.
“Can I see you, too?” he asked.
I immediately pulled my work shirt over my head rather than take the time to unbutton the front. Then I reached back and popped the clasp on my bra, flinging it aside. Emiel made a low noise in his throat and reached a hand out, stroking fingers down my sternum before pausing to rest them over my heart.
I grasped his wrist and brought his hand up, pressing my lips to his scarred knuckles before gently urging him backward.
“Uh-uh,” I said lightly. “You lie back, now. You’re a dangerous alpha in rut, and I’ve got a pair of handcuffs here with your name on them. We’ll get you safe and secure, and then I’m going to make you feel so good , Emiel. Does that sound like what you want, sweetheart?”
The powerful alpha followed my gentle grip on his wrist, melting backward to lie flat on the bed. “Yes, Mia,” he said, his eyes dark and liquid as he looked up at me with perfect trust.