Chapter 5 Office Pet
Office Pet
Ondine
My heat lasts just a day and a half. I’m barely conscious, but I hardly have to beg for it.
One of the three of them was more than happy to step in.
Jake made me drink water. Sebastian got me more nesting materials.
Shadow was usually the one actually knotting me.
Jake just wanted to fuck my face (something I definitely needed to satiate my intense heat).
As I wash my face in the sink, I can’t help but think about how no one will wonder where I am. Every time my heat cools off, I feel a not insignificant amount of feelings.
And today, I feel alone.
Loneliness is something I wear every day, but some days I actually feel it on me.
The Meier pack, while inexperienced, didn’t let me down entirely. It is, after all, just fucking. And I don’t ask for the other stuff. The petting. The sweet talk. The cuddling. The kissing.
The omega in me wants that, but she’s used to being deprived.
I get my first proper meal from Emmerson in the kitchen. He’s the beta I first sort of met when I got here. Emil is their groundskeeper. Ellie is their housekeeper. No, I’m not making that up. No one has an explanation for me.
Emmerson makes me eggs piled on sourdough bread with strawberries and mangoes on the side. I’ve eaten two whole plates. He’s smiling at me, but I’m hesitant to return the smile.
Jake comes in to get a protein shake. He’s sweaty from a run. He seems surprised to see me, stopping short at my presence, then he checks out my outfit and is pleased, giving me a wry smile.
“How’re you feeling this morning?” he asks. But I don’t answer right away, so he moves on. “You look well enough. Come into my office later. Let’s say, 11:30. Wear something cute.”
And then he leaves.
Wear something cute? I borrowed these shorts, which are really men’s boxers, from the laundry. I look at Emmerson, who is trying to pretend he wasn’t listening.
“What does he mean by wearing something cute? I don’t have anything.”
He puts up his hands in defeat. He’s older. Unlike Jake. Who, I think, is the youngest alpha in the pack. Emmerson is probably in his late forties. Like a rough late 40s.
I need to get some things to wear. For the last couple days, I’ve been naked, so it’s been a non-issue. I hop off the stool and look around the house for Sebastian or Shadow. I find Sebastian out back with Emil, digging up pavers and putting them into a wheelbarrow.
“Hello, Alpha. Can you drive me to the department store? I need some clothes and things.”
He stretches up tall, wiping sweat from his brow, puts his hands on his hips, and then finally looks at me. I’m standing on the porch, as patient and pertinent as possible.
“Did you check your room? I left clothes and things on your bed earlier.”
I don’t really know what to think of that.
Did he buy me clothes? Or did he just find some things?
Unable to form a question, I thank him and go to my room.
My bed is made, and there are some stacks of brand new clothes, three boxes of shoes, socks, and panties.
Lying out next to the stacks are a few sundresses. Men love sundresses. There are no bras.
Did Sebastian pick out all of this? The style is so specific.
Boho, floral, with pinks and whites. I take some things to the bathroom across the hall.
There are new things on the countertop for me.
Makeup. Shampoo. Combs and brushes. Face wash.
I get myself together. I wear a sundress to Jake’s office.
I go barefoot since I’m just in the house.
I have no clue what to expect, and I shouldn’t expect anything, anyway. I’m hardly aware how I even got here to begin with.
It feels like everything from that first heat spike to now has been a fever dream.
I knock and then let myself in. Jake stands behind a wooden desk, looking out the window while on the phone. He turns to wave me over to him. I shut the door and walk closer to the desk. He impatiently gestures for me to join him on his side.
He’s still on the phone.
“Yes, Freddie, I understand. But nothing has happened yet. I’ve called Senator Wong’s office already. His people are taking the threat seriously. What would you have me do?” He’s talking in a very professional tone, but the way he’s fucking me with his eyes is telling a whole different story.
He directs my body so I’m facing the desk and the door. His hands grab my hips and pull me into his, right over his hard-on. Oh. That’s why I’m here.
Jake apparently has one use for me.
He leans down and whispers, “Be quiet, little omega, and I’ll reward you. I like this dress on you.”
He slides the thin straps off my shoulders and then exposes my chest. He fondles my breasts and pulls my nipples until I’m panting and needy. God, I spent days in an absolute spell of lust and arousal, and here I am again.
Jake continues talking over the phone, “I’ll make sure I have more than that ready. You know me, Freddie, I won’t let you down.”
Since I’ve been an omega, I haven’t had sex outside of my heat or spikes. This is new.
He pushes me down until my upper body is totally on his desk, my arms out wide. I have to push his laptop out of the way.
He pulls my dress up until it’s all piled around my waist, and then he rubs my ass and hips.
“Right, right, but you can’t just ask for something like that and expect me not to provide you with new pricing. I’ll give you double the security and resources, but expect double the price. You’re family, but this is still our business. I should honestly charge you more because you are family.”
Jake unbuckles his belt and opens up his slacks.
He’s going to fuck me right here.
Just as I think that, he pushes his dick into me.
Because I am already wet for him, it only takes a few tight thrusts for most of him to get inside.
He shows me how he wants me to rock back into him, and so I do.
I let out a moan, and he slaps his hand over my mouth.
I get some good leverage on the desk with my arms and then push back into him over and over while he talks to someone about god knows what.
He’s not quite inside me yet, but damn, it feels good.
“I understand. But our intel is good. Your father is in danger. Whether it warrants your involvement or not–”
There’s a knock at the door, and Sebastian walks in, alarmed to see us in this position. Jake waves him in.
“Ok, sounds good. We’ve got a plan, Alpha Wong. I’ll get you that new quote by the end of the day, and I’ll look out for your signature. Take care—“
Jake gets off the phone, then takes over the fucking.
“Hey, Sabbies, what do you need?” He says almost casually, almost because he grunts right at the end.
“I was going to offer to have lunch together, but it seems you’re busy.”
“Join us. I bet she’d like both her holes filled,” Jake says, and it doesn’t sound like a suggestion.
Sebastian definitely doesn’t take it as one.
He moves the chair and comes up to the other side of the desk, where my face is.
He puts his hand on my cheek like he’s assessing how to best go about this.
I don’t even feel like I’m in the room with them. But my body betrays me because I am flushed and wanting.
“Has she sucked your dick yet?” Jake asks.
“Yeah, and it was heaven,” he croaks out. Then he pulls down the front of his pants, and before I know it, he opens my mouth with his hand. “Tongue out, sweetheart.”
I open my mouth and lay my tongue out. He presses his dick far into my mouth, and I swallow it so it goes down into my throat. He nearly falls to his knees.
“Good fuck, she’s good at that.”
“Fuck her mouth, Sabbies. I want to see it.”
They both work me from either end until they get a pleasant rhythm, and I’m able to let go. I let them do what they want.
I let my mind detach from my body as they fuck me together. Is it bad that being used like this feels slightly freeing? I would never admit that being treated like a hole is helping me feel less lonely. But damn, it’s easy to just be when I’m like this.
Jake tells Sebastian to come in me, but tells me not to swallow because he wants to see. He puts a bit of alpha voice in his command, so it’s easy for me to just comply.
He pulls out of me and stands me up, spinning me to face him.
“Show me,” he commands. I open my mouth and show him Sebastian’s cum.
He growls and then sits down on his armless chair, bringing me with him.
I straddle his waist, and he’s already inside me.
His mouth on my nipple. I fuck him until he cums. He is not quick, and by the end, I am a sweaty, desperate thing.
I don’t rest on his chest, but I’d so love to.
It seems so nice. But I know better. Jake isn’t one for sensuality or intimacy.
He’s proven that during my Heat. This is just fucking.
And he’s barely even asked me what I want.
I’m being nice. He hasn’t asked at all. I turn and look at Sebastian, who has the decency to look a bit guilty.
“Ok, baby, off you go. Sabbies and I are about to have lunch.”
I do as he says without hesitation. It was barely an hour and I get my day back.
As I am about to leave the door, he says, “You better seek out Shadow before the end of the day and give him what he needs.”
I tell him I will, happy to have guidance on what exactly he wants from me while I’m here.
***
Ondine
Later that night, I knock on Shadow’s bedroom door, but he doesn’t answer it.
Eventually, I decide to just open it. His familiar old-world fruity smell greets me.
His room is cluttered, but well designed.
He’s got shelving on all the walls, filled with books.
Stacks of books but up against couches and chairs and all around his bed.
His windows are covered with jewel tone velvet fabrics.
There are all these little orange glow lamps everywhere that remind me of fireflies.
Shadow is on a wingback chair with a little pink book in his lap. He’s looking at me, but not. Maybe he is high or something. I take in a deep breath, hoping to smell some weed, but all I smell are figs and honey.
“Jake asked me to spend the evening with you,” I say. He’s an alpha and I’m an omega. This should be easy enough. It’s after dinner time, we’d all eaten separately, but there was soup and rolls on the kitchen counter that I ate quite a bit of.
“What do omegas do in the evenings with a pack?” He asks.
I shrug.
He doesn’t ask me again, so I shut the door behind me and walk into his space. There’s a loveseat across from him, and I sit down in it. There are some open books I have to move out of the way.
“What do you want to do?” I ask.
He sighs and puts his book in his pocket.
Will he want me to fuck him like Jake and Sabbies? I don’t think I’d mind. Yesterday, he gripped my hips in a way that felt so possessive and delicious. I observe his hands now. He has long fingers. Good hands.
“What did you do for Jake?”
I smile a little and tell him all about it.
But he doesn’t let a single detail go.
“What did he say exactly?” “What did he feel like going in?” “Did he moan or groan?” “Did he kiss you? Where?” and they don’t stop. He makes me go over it again and again.
I lay back on the love seat, annoyed at how many times I have to talk about it. Eventually, he stops, but then simply excuses me for the night. Confused and dejected, I leave him alone.
And so goes my days at the Meier pack. I eat breakfast. Get ready.
Fuck Jake in his office. Sometimes he wants me to lay my head in his lap while he works and then suck him off.
Other times, he wants me to rock slowly in his lap while he works.
Mostly, he likes to bend me over and fuck me.
Sebastian comes in and joins nearly every day. We do this every day but Friday.
And in the evenings after dinner, I find Shadow, and he makes me recall every detail of my time with Jake and then sends me to bed.
No cuddling. No spooning. No hugging. No kissing.
It’s so fucking awful.
No wonder the Institute wasn’t going to let them have an omega.