Chapter 38
Charlie
Each step I took, the cage shifted just enough to remind me that it was there. Not in an annoying way, exactly. But like an accessory.
It was easy to ignore as I sat on the floor near Vincent’s feet. I leaned more into his leg than the couch behind me. His hand was in my hair, and I just basked in the moment.
I was slightly tired, surprised by the attention from the Alpha. Surprised by the blow job, mostly.
It had been mind-blowing.
I could now understand why clients like them so much.
Now, my body was limp and more than ready for a nap. It was hard enough to keep my eyes open as it was. Although, really, nothing was forcing me to keep them open. Vincent wasn’t requiring me to stay awake.
With his hand in my hair, I leaned a bit more heavily against his leg, just soaking up every touch he offered me.
If he wasn’t careful, I was going to start growing to like his kind touches more.
“What color are you, Charlie?”
White, I thought. But then I remembered what he was asking. “Green, Sir.” Very much so.
It was hard to imagine that just a month ago, I feared this Alpha. Feared all Alphas, at that.
I never expected to enjoy kneeling at the feet of a high powerful man. I never expected to want to be right where I was, either.
I liked it here with Vincent. I liked his home, even though it lacked personal touches and felt like no one was ever home. But, I was starting to like that, too.
Because no one needed a bunch of stuff to find a place to call home.
And home was wherever Vincent was.
“Sir?” I tilted my head to look up at him better. “Why do you want me?”
There were a lot of other Omegas who could, and would be, a good match for Vincent. I didn’t want him to pick any of them, now that I was here in his home and treated so kindly. But he could have so easily left me to rot in that place without a second glance.
My shoulder slightly throbbed. I remembered the mark that would forever mark me there. I hated it, wishing it were Vincent’s claim. But I guess, in a way, it could be.
“Why do I want you?” He repeated the question.
“I want to believe that you were made for me, Charlie. You match my needs way too well for me to pass up. But even then, I’m a softie at heart.
I’d have found a place in my life one way or another for you to be in it.
But over the last couple of weeks, I’ve grown a bit attached to you in ways I never thought I would.
You are sweet, smart, and the best Omega I’ve ever met.
I want to give you the world, if you wanted it. ”
“I just want you, Sir.”
I’d never need anything else as long as I had him. I wanted him and everything he offered to give me.
“I don’t remember my parents,” nor did I want to. They gave me away, like a lot of the Omegas in Lockswell. “So I don’t know what wanted feels like.” Or home. “But I think being with you feels like that. Like you want to keep me because you can, not just have to.”
“I do,” he said, voice low and steady. “I want to keep you. Forever. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to give you everything you need. If you let me, I’ll spoil you in ways no one ever has.”
And I believed him.
Vincent didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. He listened. He saw me. And in his presence, I felt like I belonged, like I was wanted without condition.
Settling back against his leg, I let the feeling of belonging wash over me.
Vincent, just last week, talked about trust. Talked about how it was earned. And I think, he was earning it.
“Someday, when you are prepared mentally, and comfortable in doing so, I’d like to take you to the club I’m a part of.”
“I’ve never heard of that word.” The club was foreign, like a different language altogether.
“A club? It’s like a gathering place for like-minded people. Omegas are only allowed if they are with an Alpha, but other than that, the rules are pretty relaxed. It’s where submissives and dominants like to go to explore new things, or just be.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Adrian and Moore often go, and you can meet other Omegas. Make some friends.”
“Do I need friends?” I had Vincent, and Adrian since he was determined to stay in my life.
“Friends are nice to have. It’ll give you someone to talk to, to see their view on points that may be confusing to you.”
“If you want me to, Sir.” I would try, at least, for my Alpha.
“Socialness is always good. So I’d like you to at least try.” He echoed my thoughts. “But I don’t expect much to come of you, since you don’t seem like the type to make friends easily. But with Adrian, he’ll drag you to meet a couple of others, at least.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that. Vincent seemed to know me better than I did myself. He knew I wasn’t the most talkative Omega. Not because I had nothing to say, but because what I did have to say was more important than random thoughts.
“I think,” he went on, never taking his hand from my hair. “In a few weeks, you could help me find ways to make this house feel more like a home. Paint colors, pictures, and the like. It’s time to change some stuff, don’t you think?”
“I don’t think I’d be good at that, Sir.” That was worse than picking out clothes to wear at the store.
“I’m not worried. I’ll order some magazines for you to look through to get some ideas. We can figure out something to make this place feel like home. For both of us.”
Home. My eyes clouded with the thought of hearing Vincet call this place my home, too.
“Yes, Sir.”
***
“I want you to explore. Touch, trace, whatever you wish to do. There will be no shame in this room, ever. “
I nearly tripped over my own feet as I came out of the bathroom that was connected to Vincent’s room.
He must have lost his mind.
Alphas didn’t want to be touched. They did the touching; they did the commands and orders.
It didn’t help matters when my eyes quickly flitted over the Alpha’s naked body that was sprawled out across the bed.
I hadn’t paid much attention to the rustling as I used the bathroom. Which, by the way, was a challenge with a cock cage on. I ended up sitting on the toilet to not make a mess, and even then, I still used a wash rag to clean up anything that may have splattered along my thighs.
“Okay, Sir.” I swallowed loudly, my voice having gone dry.
“There’s oil in the nightstand, if you want to use any. I’m just going to lie here with my eyes closed while you explore my body in whatever way you want.”
I nodded, even though he likely didn’t see me do so.
My feet were frozen to the floor for a good solid minute before I got one foot to move closer. Then the next. Each step was slow, unsure, as I neared the bed. Neared Vincent.
Were my hands going to be cold? Did he want me to use the oil? Did he really just want me to explore him like this, when he was naked? Was I to take my clothes, off too?
“Don’t overthink it, sweetheart. Just let instinct take hold of you.”
Easier said than done, I thought.
After a long, steady breath, I made myself move. The unevenness in my chest didn’t fade, but I pushed through it.
I slipped out of my clothes, careful with each piece, folding them into a neat pile. Then I placed them on the dresser, in order to help me feel less exposed.
My hands shook as I neared the bed. My stomach swirled with nerves I never had before.
All the time I served a client, I knew what to expect. I knew how touch felt from those Alphas. I knew how they wanted me by simple commands I always followed.
Vincent was in the middle of the bed, which made it almost impossible to reach his entire body from a standing position. So, I crawled up on the bed, knees pressing into the mattress, my weight barely making a dent.
Vincent lay there, eyes closed, arms laxed at his sides. Like he could fall asleep, just perfectly, right where he was.
My gaze drifted over him, slow and quiet.
His face held that same soft dusting as before, just enough to make him look more like a professor lost in thought than an accountant behind a desk. His nose was straight, balanced, neither sharp nor delicate.
And those lashes.
Long enough to brush his skin when he blinked, like they were meant to hide secrets he hadn’t spoken yet.
Softly, I let my fingers travel across the planes of his face. The small, barely there wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. The dip in his chin. His kissable lips that made me feel things I never dreamed of allowing myself to feel.
As my finger brushed against the pinkish red, Vincent’s tongue poked out. It was a couple of degrees warmer than his skin.
“Are you being a tease, Sir?” My stomach fluttered at the thought that an Alpha, of all people, could tease an Omega.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.” Very. I liked the way it made me feel inside, all soft and butterflysh.
He didn’t reply as my fingers trailed down his neck, then to his smooth chest.
There was hair, but it was so light it was hard to see any of it. His skin was soft and smooth, fitted over strong muscles that could carry me in ways that weren’t just physical. There were no scars, no tales to be told of his past written on his skin. Unlike mine.
When my fingers made it to his stomach, it sucked in, as though my touch may have tickled. A glance at Vincent’s face didn’t show his displeasure, so I kept going.
From his flat, firm stomach, down to a hip, then down as far as I could reach without having to shift. I came back up, intrigued by the dark dusting of hair around his half-hard cock. It stood halfway, like it was cold.
My own cock twitched, but the cage prevented me from doing more than that. I shifted my hips, trying and failing to find friction to ease the need that began to stir inside of me.
My fingers moved to the other hip that was closer to me. Then, I did circle eights, getting closer and closer to something that made my mouth water.
I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to feel how hard he was against my tongue. I wanted to see if I’d gag and cry as he stuffed his hardness into my throat as far as he could reach.