Chapter 43
MORGAN
“I should get you a leash,” I say, savoring the pleading look in Jamie’s eyes as I pull him through the glass walkway that joins the main building to the gym. A meticulously groomed Japanese courtyard surrounds the walkway, lined with bonsai and wooden bridges that flow with the landscape.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Jamie murmurs, I’m sure trying to distract himself from visions of me yanking his leash.
“This used to be just a stone pathway. I got sick of dealing with the rain, so I put up an awning. The wind proved troublesome, so I closed it in. But then I missed the sun, so I had the whole thing redone in glass. I used to say there was nothing more lovely than this view, but…” I turn, dragging my gaze down his body.
The way his hair falls across his eyes makes it hard to not dig into him right here.
But I’m having too much fun to stop now.
“…I’ve amended that opinion.”
His cheeks turn bright as he blushes.
I’d thought before that an omega would be too easy. Boring. Especially compared to the alphas I’m used to taming. But Jamie’s earnest obedience provides a new and compelling challenge. What I’ve already done to him would be enough to make an alpha beg ten times over.
I’m certain if I gave him the choice between cumming and eating my cunt again, he’d choose my cunt every time. And that’s novel. I have to think about what I can do with this.
The beast is sated for now, but she’s slowly unwinding, gathering steam as the suppressants wear off. A good, hard session at the gym will help me control that unwinding. And torment Jamie.
The facility is glass on two sides, all the better to take in the gorgeous garden view.
Weights dominate the ground floor, machines arranged in my preferred sequence (and re-arranged as I desire), with cardio equipment in the back for warmup and cooldown.
There’s a catwalk up above with more cardio equipment for when I want to do a longer session with a better view.
I tow Jamie to the back, past the massive spa shower to the gym closet. I flip through neatly folded piles of workout clothes, select a pair of particularly short shorts, and toss them at Jamie.
“As much as I’d love to watch you work out naked… I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Put these on.”
“That’s kind of you to share,” he says.
I laugh. “Oh, this is the guest closet. Mine’s over here.” I turn to the much larger set of doors and pull them open, skimming over workout gear for every sport, style, and season. “Do you swim?”
“I, uh… I can swim.”
“I love how muddled you get without any blood in your brain,” I say, tousling his hair and earning another blush. “I’ll show you the pool anyway. Later.” I pull on a matching bra and legging combo, highly compressive, then add a stabilizing belt. Today’s a good day for powerlifting.
Jamie looks absolutely delicious in those shorts. Especially with how they tent over that ever-throbbing cock.
I step over and press my palm against him, steadying him with a hand against his back so he doesn’t fall over. Fragile little thing.
“If this lasts longer than four hours, am I supposed to call a doctor?” I purr.
“I…” His eyes are dark pools, his tongue too thick for words.
“Hm, you’ll be fine.” I shrug and lead him back into the gym.
He follows my instructions to get on the treadmill, and as he finds his pace, I lean down so my head is at his level. He instinctively meets my gaze, ready for his next order.
“I want you to watch me. Got it? Extra credit for staring at my tits and ass. You like extra credit, don’t you?”
Jamie’s cheeks are so bright, I think flame might sprout from them. His muscles tense with the conflict, then his eyes drop to where my tits drape in front of him.
“Good boy,” I croon, savoring the arousal in his scent. “Keep it up.”
I step over to the weights, and the warm-up is second nature. I can see Jamie’s reflection through the mirror by the window, and his eyes find the small of my back.
The deadlift is my favorite: every muscle engaged to the max, just me and the weight. Perfect control in every millimeter. I set up a comfortable practice weight today—more reps is more of a show for Jamie. The disk-shaped weights lock onto either end of a steel bar, which starts on the ground.
I squat and grip the bar, glancing in the mirror to make sure Jamie’s eyes are on my ass.
“Good boy.”
He jumps, eyes flicking to meet mine in the mirror as he realizes I can see him.
A smirk pulls across my lips. I tense my core and put all my strength into the bar. A slow, steady lift to locked legs. An equally controlled descent deliberately lowers the weight to the floor, inch by inch. I pause briefly, then start another rep.
The smell of Jamie’s arousal fills the gym, and I push through more reps than I usually do. God, he’s a tantalizing motivator.
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JAMIE
My head spins as my body struggles to figure out where my blood should be. Between my muscles and my cock, there’s none left for my brain.
Morgan is… divine. Muscles ripple under her skin with every movement, her quads and ass and calves go hard as rock, her shoulder blades lock into place, her core and abs tighten… Watching it does something profound to me.
That’s not to mention the sweat rolling down her skin, her scent thickening in the room, the taste of her cunt lingering on my tongue.
I now appreciate how casual her previous shows of strength were, how little they revealed of her true capability. Seeing what she can really do is… a new level of intoxicating.
How far could she throw me?
These shorts are so tight, and my cock aches with every step as I jog, but I don’t dare disobey Morgan. I would ache like this for her forever.
God, I’m pathetic. But the thought just makes me want her that much more.
Morgan knows exactly how to push my buttons, and it scares me in the best possible way.
When she loops a towel over her neck and walks towards me, the look in her eyes is absolutely predatory.
I feel like prey.
I’m running, running, but she’s closing the distance.
As she steps up to my side, her scent crackles like a bonfire. “Let’s see… Did you enjoy the show?”
Her eyes are on my cock through these shorts. Fuck.
She leans over and clicks up the speed on the treadmill. I jolt, forcing my legs to move faster, gripping the bars hard enough that my knuckles go white.
Morgan leans over me. “I want to see you sweat,” she breathes down my neck. “I want to see it beading up and rolling off.”
She clicks the up button again… and again…
I jog hard, breath aching in my lungs, not only from the effort.
“Does it hurt? Running so hard when you’re so hard for me?”
Fuck. I stumble, struggling to stay upright.
Sweat rises on my skin, if only from the sheer heat of Morgan so close.
She leans down and sweeps her tongue across the bird tattoo on my ribs.
I yelp as electric sensation crackles down to my cock, my vision turns into a tunnel, and all my focus goes into staying upright.
But my body can’t keep up, and my legs go out from under me, and I’m falling—
Then I’m in Morgan’s arms, swept against her chest. I cling hard to her neck, adrenaline rattling through me.
Her scent is totally overwhelming.
She leans over and clicks off the treadmill, and I cling tighter, catching my breath.
“Oh, did I scare you? Poor thing.” Her voice rumbles against my ear.
My nails curl into her skin and I shudder, and all I can think is fuck, fuck, fuck.
Morgan is going to rip me to pieces, and it’s everything I want in the entire world.
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MORGAN
I carry him into another atrium at the back of the building. A single-lane Olympic-sized pool spans the space, and on the other side, a spa tub cascades down into a miniature lagoon, dotted with dwarf palms.
Jamie scans the space wide-eyed, and I give him no warning before I step off the tiled floor and drop into the lap pool.
He yelps, but as I laugh, he joins me. After dunking him under the water, I lift him back up and set him on the tiled corner.
“You’re worried about suffocating me, then you try to drown me?” he sputters.
“That about sums it up,” I say, kissing his knee. “Now, stay here. You’re very motivating.”
Under the water, I wriggle out of my leggings and pile them next to Jamie. His eyes widen now that I’m bottomless, and I plunge under the water to start my first lap. Every time I turn under him, I put my ass on display. After a few laps, I pause and survey the damage.
Jamie’s legs press together, sneaking a little sensation.
I brace my hands on the edge of the pool, pushing up, and watch Jamie’s eyes trace down my back and my ass.
“That’s it?” he says, a little disappointed.
“Oh, do you like watching me swim?”
“I like… everything…”
“Just a little cool-down for now. But I’ll keep that in mind.” I brace a knee and climb out of the pool, and Jamie’s eyes go up, up. I unzip my sports bra, then turn over the band and pull it off. Jamie’s eyes widen as my breasts drop free, and he finally ogles them like he should.
“Let’s take a little dip.” I take his hand and pull him up, then keep a hold of him as I lead him around and down the sweeping stairs into the lagoon. As the water takes my weight off my feet, I pull Jamie against my chest and pull his mouth into mine.
He’s hungry, desperate, and I slide my hands under his shorts, digging my fingers into his ass. I pull the fabric tight, making Jamie whimper, and his hips rock against me. My hand finds his cock, massaging hard until he’s moaning.
I nip his ear, earning a yelp.
Then I stop.
He whimpers, his spine arching against me, utterly at my mercy.
“I could do this to you for hours, couldn’t I?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“What do I have to do to make you beg…” I walk my hand further down and back, and Jamie jolts like I electrocuted him.
His moans are always sweet, but rolling my fingers between his perineum and rim makes him sing.
“Oh, could this be it?” I dig in hard until he shakes. “Now, what happens when I do this…” I stop and pull my hand away.
Jamie quivers against me, whimpering, and I know I have it.
“Oh no, do you love that?” I dig in hard again, teasing his rim this time.
His mouth moves to form words, but he holds back.
“Oh, you’re trying so hard…” I shift my hands to work his cock and his ass at the same time, still teasing him through the fabric, and he tips his head back in a wordless scream.
I stop.
He can’t take it.
“Please,” he whispers.
There we go. “Please what?”
“Please,” he whines.
“I thought I told you not to beg.”
“I ca—I can’t—please…”
“Oh, you don’t even know what you want, do you?” Thrill bubbles in my chest, rising and electric, the most intoxicating drug.
“Please…”
“You have one chance. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Five…”
“Mor, please…”
“Four… three…”
“I ca—please…”
“Two…”
He’s working his mouth, but words aren’t coming out.
“One. Oh no… guess I’ll just have to do whatever I want with you.”
Jamie whimpers, grinding against me, clinging to me for dear life.
“Are you really going to cum like this,” I hiss in his ear, wrapping my arms around him and pulling tight, “and ruin my pool filter?”
“Mor…”
I reach around and press my fingers against his rim again, sending him arching into me.
“Fuck, Mor!”
His breath is ragged and desperate in my ear, and I love it.
“Please please please—God…” His nails dig hard into my back as he cums, his ass clenching rhythmically under my fingers.
But there’s no relief, no release in his voice, and he hardly stops grinding.
“Oh no, did I break you?” I tease. “That would be a shame…”
“I need your knot, please, I need your knot…”
“Greedy little omega. Not yet.”
“Please!”
“What, do you want me to fuck you right here on the concrete?”
“Yes,” he pleads, with a tone that goes straight to my cunt.
“That’s too bad,” I croon in his ear. “Because the lube is all the way on the other side of the house. So, let’s get you rinsed off.”
I step out of the pool, supporting Jamie’s weight with my hands under his ass as he tightens his arms around my neck, breathing hard in my ear. His skin is burning hot, but he’s shivering.
I start the shower, and a cascade of gentle rain pours from the oversized showerhead.
I lower Jamie to the floor, and he’s shaky as he shifts his weight to his feet, so I keep him leaned against my chest and stomach.
With a gentle touch, I tip his head back. I rake my fingers through his hair, give him a thorough rinse, and help him peel off his shorts. He’s too far gone to do anything with his newly freed cock.
His arms prickle with gooseflesh despite the warmth of the water and the heat radiating from his skin.
“You are deep in heat, aren’t you,” I purr.
Jamie whimpers in response.
The beast is eager, but I bargain with her. A little longer.
“I bet I could make you cum again just by doing… this.” I grip the base of his cock and press my fingertips against his perineum, working his prostate from the outside again.
He gives the most delicious series of moans, his breath quickening, and he bursts under my fingers, ass clenching hard.
“Oh no, did I make it worse?” I tease. My voice is even, but fuck I’m getting off on this. I clench my inner muscles, enjoying a surge of pleasure.
Jamie can hardly hear me.
“Fuck, you’re fun.” A moan creeps into my voice. “So many buttons to push…”
I bend Jamie over and brace his hands against a teak stool, then coat my hands with soap and run them up his ass, giving him a thorough cleaning.
He moans and shakes all the while, stoking my own arousal.
“Please, please, I need your knot, I—”
He yelps as I turn the shower wand on his ass. While he’s still trembling, I crouch and circle my tongue around his rim.
Jamie’s entire body lights up. “Please please please—”
I plunge my tongue inside, enjoying the reflexive clench. I pry his ass cheeks apart with my fingers until he’s gasping and pull back to tease his rim before diving in even deeper.
Jamie sobs with pleasure. He reaches for his cock, and I slap his hand away. He gasps, spine tensing as he braces his hand back against the stool. Thirty seconds later, he tries again and earns the same punishment.
I lean back, catching my breath. “What happened to good, obedient Jamie?”
“I don’t know,” he whines. “I’m… trying… it’s hard to… remember…”
“If you want my tongue in your ass, keep both hands on the stool.”
Jamie grips the wood with both hands, and I start in again. He lifts one and I stop. His hand drops. I start again.
Whenever he gets close to the edge, he lifts his hand, delirious with need.
Each time, I stop short, edging him.
He drips onto the shower floor, clear and sweet. I’ve never seen someone drip like Jamie, and I love it.
Finally, Jamie grips the stool with white knuckles, and his muscles clench around my tongue.
“Oh please don’t stop, don’t stop—”
His back arches in the most perfect way as he cums again, his cries echoing off the tile.
He shakes even harder than before, almost feverish. His ears are longer, canines glinting as he pants open-mouthed.
The beast itches under my skin, and I’m not sure we’re going to make it to the lube.