Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Darby
I fell asleep. I have never, ever fallen asleep like that during a scene. I mean, there were times when I’d played a fantasy that lasted several days, but in those cases, my fantasy alpha and I had slept separately, recovering mentally as well as physically in our own spaces.
I slept in my prince’s arms, even after his knot went down, secure in his embrace. No one had ever made me feel so safe and protected. Even more significant, my prince somehow made me feel safe from myself.
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly, before I was even certain my prince was awake, even though it was against the rules.
“Keiran,” he answered as if he’d been awake for hours, watching me sleep.
I smiled. Whether he’d actually been watching me sleep or not, I liked the idea. It was possessive and borderline creepy, but it felt right to have my owner watch me sleep.
“Keiran,” I repeated with a smile. “Keiran the high school soccer coach.”
“No,” he corrected me in a voice that felt like iron wrapped in velvet, “Keiran your master.”
I sucked in a breath as my inner omega shivered. The induced heat had passed, but I was still horny for this enigmatic young alpha who had messed me up…and put me back together.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed out. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’d better be,” Keiran said, shoving me out of his settling embrace.
I would have felt bereft if he hadn’t pushed me to my back, wedged himself between my legs, forcing them open, and pinned my wrists above my head like he had before, leaving me vulnerable to him.
My cock immediately went hard. Fantasy or no fantasy, bitter confessions of failure or not, I was right where I needed to be. I was naked and still messy and crusted from being fucked through a mini heat, a powerful alpha who had purchased me to be his cum dump pressed his large body down on me, and my soul felt like it had been turned inside out after everything that had been said.
And it felt so good, so right. Without the crushing, guilt-ridden feelings of self-loathing I’d begun the fantasy with. I still had a hell of a lot to work through where my failures at work were concerned, but the visceral need to be punished harshly was gone.
What remained was the pulsing, throbbing need to be thoroughly owned by Keiran and to subvert my will to his.
“Yes, sir,” I sighed with a strange, new feeling of contentment. “I am yours, yours to use as you see fit.”
Keiran grinned above me, affection and lust in his eyes. “That’s better,” he said.
He stroked a hand up my side, his eyes devouring the flushed and aroused state of my body. He played his hand over my hardening cock, bringing me close to orgasm and then leaving me panting and desperate. Then he raked his fingernails up my body to pinch one of my nipples. When I groaned to show him the pleasure and pain he’d caused me, he slammed his mouth over mine in a dominating kiss.
The whole thing completely did my head in. Not just the physical pleasure and pain, but the mental conflict and contrast as well. Nothing had changed in terms of what I’d done and how I felt about it, but somehow I could manage it with my prince-owner. He’d made so many good points about how my coworkers had let me down, how they’d wanted me to fail, and how one bad day didn’t mean I was a terrible controller or a useless omega.
Maybe I didn’t deserve the pleasure or care Keiran was showing me, but that wasn’t up to me to decide. He was my owner, my master. I felt what he wanted me to feel.
“I like having a fuck-sleeve in my bed in the morning,” Keiran growled, pulling back and using his immense strength to flip me over to my stomach. “It’s the perfect way to take care of morning wood.”
Before I could completely orient myself to my new position, he yanked my hips up, shoved my legs open, and pushed his thick cock into me. My hole was sore from the mini heat and I had the faintest echo of an aversion to touch that generally came after a natural heat, but all of that taken together felt so good, despite hurting, as my master used me.
I surrendered my body to Keiran, moaning in time to his thrusts as he punched into my guts. He made me feel like a thing, his precious thing, as he hummed with pleasure while fucking me. It was a total paradox that I felt completely relaxed as the stinging pain and throbbing pleasure of the friction between our bodies encompassed me. All I could smell was his autumnal scent, and all I wanted was to please him.
It was a place of peace that I hadn’t felt in ages, and when Keiran grunted as he came in me, tears of joy filled my eyes.
This was what I’d needed, not sharp blows that could leave scars and humiliation that eclipsed the self-loathing I’d already felt. With his kind, frank words and his overpowering, alpha body, Keiran had stripped everything that was mine, everything I’d been holding onto, aside.
When his orgasm finished, instead of pulling out and tossing me aside, Keiran used his incredible strength to rock back to his haunches, still lodged deep in me. The result was that I sat astride his thick thighs, speared on him, while he wrapped his arms around me and held my back tightly to his chest.
“Look at you,” he panted, gazing down the front of my body to where my cock strained out in front of me. “What a pretty omega, all hard and ready for his owner.”
I practically quivered with the need to come. Slick seeped from my hole, drenching his balls. I felt so dirty and depraved, but so good.
Then Keiran clamped one big hand around my tight balls and the base of my aching cock.
“These are mine,” he growled against my ear. “You’re my pretty omega.” He shifted his other hand to press over my heart. “This is mine, too. You do what I say, you come only when I tell you to, and you feel only what I want you to feel, understood?”
I couldn’t help but let the tears of relief escape from my eyes. “Yes, sir,” I gasped, relaxing completely into him.
“Good.” He squeezed my balls until I yelped, then went on with, “You might control all the planes in the sky, but I control you. I’m telling you, it was your team who let you down, not yourself. Yes, you did something wrong, but I say how or if you should be punished for that, not you.”
Oh God! I felt like I was about to come so hard at those words. Yes! That’s what I wanted, and I wanted it so badly. Keiran owned me. Everything I was and did was for him. If he said I wasn’t to beat myself up over a bad day of work, then I wouldn’t, couldn’t do it.
Fuck, he was a good Dom! He’d bent me completely to his will in less than twelve hours! It didn’t even feel like a fantasy anymore. I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to give everything up to him completely and for real.
“Now,” he said against my ear, his voice so calm and certain. “Your punishment for allowing your team members to fluster you into making mistakes is that you don’t get to come.”
I moaned in disappointment, even as my heart sang with relief.
“Instead,” he said, “you’re going to get in the shower with me and wash your omega filth off my body.”
“Yes, master,” I said, panting.
The extra honorific just slipped out. Keiran was already more than an average “sir”. He deserved so much more from me.
“Good,” he purred, then tilted my head to the side so he could kiss my neck tenderly. He followed that by shoving me forward, slipping out of me as I caught myself on my hands and knees. “Get moving. Climb off that bed and crawl after me.”
I tried not to smile as Keiran shifted to get off the bed and walk into the en suite bathroom. He knew exactly what I needed somehow. He knew just the right level of humiliation I needed. It was like I’d been handed the grandest prize in the world instead of getting the punishment I thought I needed.
I scrambled off the bed and crawled across the bedroom floor and onto the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom. Instead of wallowing in the degradation, like I’d wanted to the night before, I just took it for what it was. I was showing my subservience and loyalty to an alpha who had given me so much more than I’d expected.
“Get in the shower,” he ordered, shifting so that he could lightly kick my sore backside with the side of his foot to push me forward.
The shower was one of the large, walk-in sort, so I crawled right in, stopped under the warm spray, and waited for my next command. The water seemed to wash away every bad, guilty feeling I’d been living with, swirling it down the drain.
“Now, start with my feet and clean me off,” Keiran ordered, standing in the spray beside me, his stance wide. “Wash me with your tongue first.”
I went right into the task, licking his feet, careful to reach every inch of him. From the outside, I knew people who would be shocked and appalled by the treatment my prince was giving me. It would look so wrong to anyone vanilla.
To me, it felt like I’d finally found a place where I could let go and give something valuable to someone who had just done something so wonderful and unexpected for me. I went hard right away, and by the time I licked my way up Keiran’s muscular legs to his crotch, he was hard, too.
My prince interrupted my task by forcing his cock into my mouth for a bit as the shower water continued to rain down on us. He groaned in satisfaction and tilted his head back into the spray, almost like I wasn’t there and he was just having a wank. That scratched a definite itch in me, too.
“Continue,” he ordered after a minute, without coming.
I went on with my task, licking him all over and reveling in his salty taste, combined with his wholesome scent. I’d never wanted to utterly belong to someone as desperately as I wanted to be Keiran’s. It was so far beyond any fantasy I’d ever played before.
He must have felt it, too. When I got to the point where I was standing and suckling one of his nipples after licking it, because I just couldn’t help myself, he grabbed my face and tilted it up so he could kiss me.
It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. There was so much want and so much affection in the way his tongue plowed into my mouth that I closed my eyes and let go of everything, just feeling the moment.
I could fall in love with this alpha. I could give everything to him and live the rest of my life at his whim. I’d even give him babies, if I still could at my age, if he wanted them, even though I’d never been interested in children before.
“I want you,” Keiran panted, pushing me back against the wet shower wall. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I felt drugged and happy, almost too much to fully absorb his words. It was so easy for him to lift me and tug my legs apart so he could thrust into me as he braced my back against the shower wall.
My hole was sore and used, but I loved having him fuck me again. I didn’t know where he got all that energy, not to mention all that cum, but I loved how insatiable he was. I grunted and moaned as the slap of skin against skin joined the spray of the shower. As good as the raw sex was, Keiran took it to a whole new level when he slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me hard as he thrust.
I threw my arms over his shoulders, surrendering to everything he wanted from me. It was so sweet, so perfect. I was utterly his, without any will of my own, but I’d never felt so full.
He growled as his jerks turned more frantic, then demanded, “Come!” with his jaw clenched.
I obeyed at once, without quibbling over his earlier declaration that my punishment was denial, crying out as my orgasm burst through me. It felt so good that my cry of ecstasy turned into tears of relief as spurt after spurt joined the water flowing between and around us.
It felt different, so much sweeter than kinky, anonymous fantasy sex. I wrapped my arms and legs around Keiran as we began to float down from the intensity of the orgasm, letting him kiss me and kissing him in return. We were like two lovers enjoying each other’s company instead of a harsh master and his frightened slave.
When he put me down, it took a minute until I could stand on my own. Once I could, Keiran grabbed a sponge and the soap and proceeded to scrub everything nasty and bad from my body. The care he showed made me feel like he was cleansing my soul as well.
Once the shower was done, he dried me off with one of the thick, fluffy hotel towels like I was the most precious thing he owned. I was too overwhelmed with emotion to do anything but let him pamper me.
“Let’s grab breakfast,” he said softly, kissing my cheek and leading me out of the bathroom once he was done.
We both dressed in hotel robes, then headed out of the bedroom and into the main part of the suite. I wanted to go to my knees and just gaze adoringly up at Keiran once we were in the small kitchen area, but he pointed for me to have a seat at the table instead.
A few minutes later, we both had coffee and some of the complimentary pastries that came with the suite in front of us.
“How are you feeling?” Keiran asked, a look of protective concern in his eyes as he sipped his coffee.
I smirked softly. “We’re out of the scene right now, aren’t we.”
Keiran laughed, the warm sound making him seem younger again. “Yeah, I guess we are. Are you okay with that?”
I thought about it for a moment. I’d agreed to help test the omega auction format because I wanted to fall so deep into a sadistic scene that I would forget myself and my wretchedness. Instead, I’d slammed straight into the reality of my failures and what they really meant.
“I’m okay with that,” I said quietly.
Tentatively, I slid a hand across the table toward him, reaching for more than just his hand.
Keiran smiled, immediately setting his coffee down and sliding his hand to twine his fingers with mine.
“Good,” he said, meeting my gaze and holding it with so much affection.
“I really like this,” I said, still feeling too raw and vulnerable to speak loudly. “This morning, that shower, that’s what I needed.”
Keiran’s smile widened. “Not flogging and caning and forced heat?” he asked, teasing me.
I laughed bashfully, tilting my head down, then meeting his gaze again. “I need that, too, but for different reasons than I thought.”
“Ah, so you are a kinky little slut after all,” he said, eyes twinkling.
My heart swelled and danced and felt like it might burst into a million pieces of glitter. Was this what falling in love was supposed to feel like?
“Yeah, I’ve always been a bit of a pain and humiliation whore,” I confessed, feeling my face heat. “I don’t know why, but it’s always gotten me off.”
Keiran huffed a soft laugh. “You don’t have to know why. I don’t know why I love being cruel to be kind.” He shrugged a little to emphasize that.
We played with each other’s fingers for a few more seconds before my face pinched a little as reality bit at my heels.
“I still feel ashamed of what happened,” I said. I knew I didn’t have to explain more.
Keiran nodded, shifting so he held my hand tightly. “That’s okay,” he said. “You’ll probably have feelings about that day for a long time. Are you in therapy?”
I winced. “I’m supposed to be. I’ve been dragging my heels about it, though.”
“I know some people,” Keiran said. “I have a lot of connections to therapists because of my job. I could help you find someone.”
A second later, he shook his head and said, “Sorry. That’s overstepping.”
“No,” I said, tightening my grip on his hand as he started to pull it away. “No, I want your help.”
Keiran relaxed, holding my hand in both of his. “I’ll help you in any way you want, baby,” he said.
I sucked in a breath, feeling like I was about to jump off a cliff.
“This,” I said, grasping his hands with both of mine. I watched them for a minute before dragging my eyes up to look at his. “I want this. I want to continue to be your slave, your omega.”
Heat and uncertainty immediately flooded me. I’d said too much, overstepped the scene by way more than I should have. Keiran would think I was a fool. He would reject me, and I would?—
“Yeah, I’d like that, too,” he said.
I gusted out a breath and snapped straight, looking at him like I’d heard him wrong.
“I mean, I’d like to maybe continue to see you outside of the Dark Fantasies Club,” I said, clarifying. “I…I like you, Keiran. I feel a connection to you. I feel so safe and secure as your sub, and…and I think we could be friends, too.”
Keiran’s smile seemed to take over his whole face, his whole body. His hands around mine were tight and warm.
“I think we could be more than that,” he said. “Call me corny, but you feel like a puzzle piece that fits with mine, that fits with me.”
“Yes,” I breathed out heavily. “That’s exactly what it feels like. But I can’t explain it. I don’t know why. My whole life is in turmoil, but I’ve never felt as good as I did licking your feet. Is that weird?” I asked immediately. “Part of me feels like that’s weird and wrong.”
Keiran shook his head. “It’s not weird and wrong if it makes you feel good and calm.”
“It does,” I said, blinking over how thoroughly I felt like he understood. “I…I want to serve your needs. I know that sounds weird, too, and maybe it wouldn’t be all the time. I’ve got a life and a job to go back to—” and for the first time since the incident, I wanted to go back to that job and prove, once again, that I could do it, “—but I want you in it.”
Keiran laughed lightly. “You just want me in you,” he teased.
I laughed as well, feeling like the vibrating tension between us had broken. “Yes, master. Of course, master,” I teased right back, adding a wink. “I’m not going to suddenly not be kinky just because I’ve finally met an alpha I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.”
A second after the words left my mouth, I worried they were too much.
“I mean…I wasn’t saying…if it’s too much….”
“Shh,” Keiran calmed me, reaching to stroke the side of my face. “I feel it, too. You don’t have to hide those particular feelings.”
I smiled. How had the worst time in my life turned into the best thing that had ever happened to me?
“So….” I hesitated, but forced myself to go on. “So after we’re done playing here, can I see you again? Can I see you a lot?”
Keiran laughed. “Absolutely,” he said. “I’d love nothing more than to see you again. A lot.”
I let out a breath of so much relief I was surprised my bones didn’t dissolve. “It’s a date, then,” I said, smiling.
“It’s a date,” Keiran repeated, winking at me.
He let go of my hands and pushed his chair back. When he stood, he was right back in his cruel prince persona.
“Now get up, boy. I’m not done playing with you yet. I want to see that back and ass of yours red and striped from my cane, and then painted with my cum.”
“Yes, master,” I said, rising breathlessly from my chair and standing face to face with Keiran.
The two of us grinned at each other, and my heart felt light. His felt light as well. I could feel his soul as the first, fragile threads of what I was certain could become a strong, lifelong bond swirled and took hold between us.
I still had a lot of healing to do. I was certain I’d have rough moments again, especially when I headed back to work in a few weeks. But I’d found Keiran.
Something new had just begun between us, and I was certain it would last beyond a hot fantasy and into the rest of our lives.