Chapter 38
Vincent
Charlie was adorable.
For someone who was used to many sex activities, talking about my bedroom activities was full of embarrassment on his part.
If it had been any other Omega asking about how often I got turned on and had to take care of it myself, I’d have laughed and told them to efff off. That wasn’t anyone’s business.
But Charlie was different. He was mine, and if I wanted him to trust me, to understand how my body worked, then he needed to know. But I also didn’t want to scare him away, either.
It was a fine line. One I was close to crossing.
“For your information,” I inched closer to him, where he refused to look at me. “I took care of business just the other day. The shower is usually where I do that.”
Charlie shook his head, while his blush went even further down his neck.
This Omega was something else, that was for sure.
I leaned in close enough to whisper the next words near his ear. “I may have thought about you while doing it. How your mouth may feel taking me down your throat. How you’d look kneeling, water falling over both of us.”
Charlie gulped. But he didn’t pull away.
“Would you like to help me like that sometime?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” The last word was almost a plea. The way it rolled out of his mouth caused my cock to stir just slightly.
“Later. Today’s all about you.” I pulled back, trying to get back on track to where I had plans. But of course, with Charlie, all my plans easily shifted depending on what he would need.
At some point, he would learn that he had way more power over everything than he thought.
“So, before you get to wear this,” I picked up the cage. “I’m going to give you a nice relaxing bath. It’s important to be clean before wearing anything around your cock. I won’t risk any type of infection.”
“A…bath?” He finally glanced at me, although it was quick.
“Yes. A bath. And if it’s okay, I’ll wash you and you just sit back and relax.”
“You’ve given me one before?” He shuffled his feet, like he couldn’t remember for sure.
Given, he had been mostly out of it when I had. “Yes. That one had been quick, and to just clean you. This one will be to relax you.”
“Okay, Sir. A bath sounds nice.”
“Perfect. I’ll get the water started. You undress.”
I moved around him, brushing my hand against his hip and lower back on my way. I wanted him to get used to my touch, to never fear me. So far, in the past week, he's done great.
I was proud of him.
He had gained so much bravery while in my care. Charlie was speaking more words, letting his thoughts flow out.
And now, just today, he was starting to truly shine. He was finding his feet, finding his limits and most of all, showing emotion that he wouldn’t have dared to do just weeks ago.
Starting with the bath water, I added bubbles and some smelly salts. The aroma of lavender and cherries soon filled the bathroom.
I turned just in time, to see Charlie walk into the bathroom, naked, at the perfect time.
Over the last couple of weeks, he’d gained back almost all the weight he had lost after returning to Lockswell. The bruising on his back was fully healed, leaving the V still angry on his shoulder. With that cut being so deep, it’d take longer to heal.
“You’re beautiful.” And he was.
Dark blond hair, always combed with quiet precision. High cheekbones that caught the light just right. A nose so straight it looked carved, not grown.
But it was his eyes that ruined me every time. Sharp. Unforgiving. And somehow, still the safest place I’d ever looked.
Charlie was my home.
Wherever we went in life, as long as he was by my side, I’d want nothing else.
“It’s different when you call me that, Sir.”
Good, I thought. I held out my hand, helping him into the tub. One foot, then the next. I didn’t let go of his hand until he was seated.
It was a shame the bubbles covered his body, but if he were mine, I’d be able to look at him better whenever I pleased.
“Lean back, and just relax, sweetheart.”
Slowly, he leaned back against the side of the tub. His head rested on the lip, and he simply gazed up at me. That look was as if I were his entire world.
“Thank you, Sir. For allowing me to be with you.” The words were quiet, but that didn’t stop the meaning behind them.
“Thank you for being here.” If he wasn’t comfortable here, I’d have found a placement for him somewhere.
“I like it here. With you.”
“I like you being here.”
We fell into silence as I began to wash him. With a soft cloth, I dipped it into the water before running it over every part of his body. Between his fingers, up each arm. Down his chest.
Charlie closed his eyes as I washed his legs and feet. When I got to his crotch, I glanced at his face once more.
His eyes were scrunched tightly shut, and his breathing was a bit heavier than it had been.
“Color?” Was I going too far?
“Green.” As he answered, he shifted his legs just slightly, parting them as if readying himself for a touch that was to come.
At first, I wasn’t sure if he truly was green. With the way he held his body, not as relaxed as the moment before, I’d say he was nearing yellow, if not red.
But, taking his answer at face value, I slid the cloth over one hip, up around his pelvis to the other hip. Then, slowly, I moved it closer to his cock.
The back of my hand brushed against his hard cock, just enough for him to breathe out a sharp breath.
Green it was, then, for something I hadn’t been able to see under all the bubbles.
I wondered if he’d ask me to help him with his issues. I wondered how far I could push it before he colored yellow.
Neither of those options were the best to play with yet. There wasn’t enough trust between the two of us to test the limits that I was so tempted to cross.
Heck, we haven’t even kissed on the lips.
All of a sudden, there were a million things I wanted to do with Charlie. I wanted to tease him for hours on end. I wanted to be wrapped in his heat while I made sweet love to him. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to control my limits as much as I did his.
My cock agreed on all of it and more.
“Charlie?”
He slowly blinked his eyes open as I gently moved the cloth between his cheeks. His pupils were wide.
“Has anyone ever kissed you on your lips?”
It was one of the few things that weren’t on the lists. I never thought to put it on there, because it wasn’t something I wanted to share with anyone else.
“No.” He gently shook his head back and forth.
“So I’ll be the first?” and only. No one would ever take my spot to be his Alpha.
“Yes, Sir.”
My chest grew warm hearing those words.
I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. I leaned over the edge of the tub, not caring that water soaked into my shirt.
Charlie’s eyes met mine, wide, uncertain, but he didn’t move away.
I lowered my lips to his.
He froze for a breath. Then softened. His mouth was warm, familiar in a way that made my chest ache. He tasted like something I hadn’t realized I missed—sweet and steady, like home.
I pressed closer, letting my tongue brush his lower lip in silent request.
He parted for me, just enough. Tentative. Trusting.
His own tongue met mine, shy but willing.
Need surged through me, sharp and sudden, but I didn’t push.
Charlie’s arms came up around my shoulders, not to pull, not to guide. Just to hold. And when he began to take over the kiss, slow and sure, I let him.
Because this was his choice. And I wanted him to feel it.
He hummed, opening more to explore whatever I was willing to offer him.
I’d kissed others before, but none of them were as consuming as this kiss from an Omega.
When my lungs ached with need for air, I pulled back. I peppered smaller kisses around his lips, craving more.
I had a feeling that it would become the norm with this Omega. I’d always want more, as nothing would be enough. Not when it was given so freely.
“Can we add kisses to the daily schedule, please?”
I barked out a laugh, pressing my forehead to his for a second before pulling back.
“You can guarantee that will happen.”
Charli smiled. It was a true smile that reached his eyes. It brightened his entire face up like that was the best thing he could ever get.
“I really like kisses.”
I let a smile grow on my face. He’d never stop amazing me.
“Would you like to get out, or stay in the water for a bit longer?” I asked, returning to lazily running the cloth over his body.
The water was starting to cool, but if he wanted to stay in for longer, I could always add more hot water to it.
“I’d like to get out, Sir.”
“Good choice.” Like I had done when helping him into the bath, I offered my hand. He gently took it as he stood, the water and suds sliding down his body. I couldn’t stop from letting my gaze from traveling south.
Every inch of the Omega was perfect. Even his cock, hard and pointing toward me with a slight curve at the tip. He was well-groomed, too.
My mouth watered, knowing what kind of pleasure I could give him. And he’d get it soon because the cage wouldn’t fit on him otherwise.
Without saying anything, I grabbed a towel and began to dry him off just like I had done with the washcloth.
This time, I ignore his cock. Instead, I dried around it, making sure not to touch him at all. Every time I got close, it’d jerk, like it had a mind of its own.
Oh yeah, we’d have fun with pleasure control, I thought, shooting Charlie a grin that showed all the evil fun thoughts that floated through my mind.
“Should I be worried, Sir?”
“Not at all. Unless you aren’t up to having your brain scrambled in a million pieces.” I answered, lowering to my knees to dry his legs.
It was the most difficult thing to do to keep my eyes on my task. All I wanted to do was wrap my mouth around his cock, letting him hit the back of my throat.
I wondered if he’d blow his load right away, or if he would hold off until I gave the command.
As I ran the towel up the other leg, I gave in to the need to please my Omega, to give him a release he didn’t need to ever ask for.
Wrapping my lips around the head, Charlie jerked in surprise for half a second. Then, he relaxed slowly as I took more of him into my mouth.
He was slightly salty, but clean and sweet like apples. His cock was heavy against my tongue, fitting like he was mad for me to suck him.
Once he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed around him. Instantly, he gasped, hands clinching in my hair.
It didn’t take him long at all. Minutes.
He blew his load, rich and thick, down my throat. He tried to pull away, but I was quick to keep him right there, right where I wanted him as I took everything he gave me. My hands on his butt cheek, nor giving him space to back away until I said otherwise.
Normally, I wasn’t a fan of swallowing, often pulling away and finishing my partner off with a hand. But for Charlie, I’d gladly suck him over and over until he had nothing left in him.
After a few more sucks, making sure I got every drop he could give me, I pulled back. I stayed on my knees, looking up at the Omega who was taking over my entire life.
Charlie stared down at me, eyes half hidden and relaxed. His hands were still in my hair, no longer holding me, but grounding us both.
“That was… amazing.” Charlie’s voice was soft, drowsy around the edges, like the words had melted out of him.
I stood slowly, legs stiff but willing, and stepped in close until I was right in front of him, just a few inches taller, just enough to lean down.
I kissed him again. Not rushed. Not demanding.
Just full-bodied and quiet, pressing my chest to his, soaking in the warmth he offered without hesitation.
Charlie responded instantly, rising to meet me with the same quiet hunger.
No hesitation. No fear. Just need. And the kind of closeness that didn’t ask for permission.
I pulled back, too soon for my liking. But if I didn’t stop, I’d likely keep pushing limits that we had yet to talk about.
I grabbed Charlie’s hand, and he easily followed me to the bedroom. It was different than all the times before that I’d led him before. This time he followed because he wanted to do so.
I had him sit on the bed before I knelt before him once again. Thankfully, he was still soft, making it easy to slip the cage around him and secure it so it wouldn’t fall.
“Although I would thoroughly enjoy seeing you walk around the house naked,” I stood, watching his face as I spoke the words. “Clothes would be the best option right now. We shouldn’t test the limits I don’t want to cross today.”
“What limits, Sir?” Charlie stood, but didn’t walk towards the closet yet. His eyes were on the cage, testing its weight against him as he shifted a bit.
“The limits where I give you so much pleasure you won’t know what to do.”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before clamping it closed and heading to the closet.