Chapter 37 #2
All Omegas learned early on to never, ever, touch ourselves there unless it was to clean our bodies.
Doing so meant punishment. Most of the time, it was pills that’d make us stay hard for hours, and we’d be tormented with not being allowed to come at all.
Sometimes, with the pills, we were whipped with a paddle.
There was even a time when I was hard for more than a day, and ended up puking from the pills.
“Charlie.”
Instantly, Vincent’s hands were on my shoulders, forehead pressed against mine. “Deep breath, sweetheart. In. Out.”
But I was breathing.
My eyes flashed open, tears causing my lashes to stick together. “I’m a good Omega.”
“Very good. The sweetest Omega I’ve ever got to have.”
“You're the only one.” The words were out before I could properly think them through, but at least the panic subsided.
“My only. Yes.”
I melted, letting my head rest against his for a moment. I basked in the moment. I never wanted it to end.
“Wanna talk about what happened in your mind?” Vincent’s words were quiet, but calm.
Not really, I thought. “At Lockswell, Omegas aren’t permitted to touch themselves in pleasure. Doing so equals punishment.”
“No punishments here for that. Ever.”
If only it were that easy. “Of all the things I had to learn and train to do, I don’t think that’s going to be something easy to overcome, Sir. The punishments…” I trailed off, my words losing sound.
“Ok, that’s okay. We can work around it.”
We can?
“As your Alpha, it’s my responsibility to take care of your needs. And, if I remember correctly, orgasm control was marked as green.”
“I really like the idea of you controlling when I get to finish when I’m turned on, Sir.” I really did. Just the thought of Vincent, my Alpha, telling me to touch myself under his watchful eye caused my heart to jump slightly. Even better, his wrapping his hand around me and jerking me off.
I shifted, slightly turned on by my own thoughts. Thoughts that I never thought I’d have.
“My body and mind are a bit confused.” I lifted a shoulder. My brain knew the consequences, but at the same time knew if a command was given, I would, and could, get a release. But only with the order to do so.
On the other hand, admitting the need for control to stay wasn’t right. Or at least it shouldn’t be.
“Mind wants one thing, while the body wants something else is always a bit weird for anyone.” Vincent agreed. “Is it that you want me to control that part of you?”
Yes please. I nodded. It was the tiniest nod I had ever given.
I shouldn’t want someone to have that type of control over me. But I did. I wanted Vincent to have a say over everything. From how I served him, to when I got to get a release.
“You are really the perfect Omega for me. You know that?” He pressed the lightest of kisses to my forehead before meeting my eyes again.
“Remember those three colors. At any time, if it’s too much, tell me.
You will never be in trouble for using the color system.
I will not go fully into orgasm control right away.
That’s something we’ll ease into.” Like everything else so far.
“For now, tell me what toy we are going to experiment with first.”
“The cock cage.”
If Vincent was surprised, he didn’t show it. He simply took a step back, dropping his hands from my shoulders in the process.
“This device goes nicely with orgasm control.” I hadn’t thought of that. “This one is the beginner’s one. Small, easily pliable, and won’t leave rashes for long-term use. Not that it’ll be on you for more than a couple of hours today.”
“There are other kinds?”
“Oh yeah. Ones that are metal, which are perfect if we were to play with temperature. And vibrating ones. A few come with plugs. There are many different options.”
“Have you used one on someone?”
“No. None of my partners have been long-term, and it wasn’t the type of control wanted at those times. I’ve used them before myself, and I’ve enjoyed the feel of it.”
“You’ve-you’ve used them?” I fumbled over my words.
“Yes.” Vincent gave me a soft look, like I was adorable to him. “It was more to prevent an unwanted boner when I scened with others.”
I had a tough time picturing him wearing such a thing. In the time I’d been here, Vincent hadn’t once gotten hard that I know of.
“Have….have you…” I dropped my gaze, trying and failing to get the words to work for me.
“Have I what?” I couldn’t look at him. What was I thinking about asking such personal questions? “Charlie?”
“Never mind, Sir. I don’t need to know. Please forget it.”
“Oh no. Now I really want to know.”
I signed. “Hard, Sir. Have you gotten hard?”
“I have. I went over my sexual habits already, if you remember.”
That was different, though. Wasn’t it?
“I’ve taken care of my hardness, as you say, on my own time. It’s not a daily thing, nor will it ever be for me. And I’m perfectly content with that.”
I didn’t think my face would ever become normal again. It was forever going to be a deep red.