Chapter 17 #2
“You’re stalling,” I said.
“Yes, I’m stalling,” Enzo admitted. “But believe me, it will be much easier to talk about this with full bellies, surrounded by warm water, maybe with bubbles in it.”
I chuckled, not because I thought delaying what I was increasingly convinced would be a trying conversation was a good thing, but because the image of my naked omega surrounded by bubbles in a bathtub, possibly while bouncing on my cock, warmed me up.
“Okay,” I conceded. “But we’re not going to bed until you tell me whatever it is you’ve been trying to hide.”
Enzo sighed. “I’ll tell you, I promise. But you’re not going to like it.”
That much was obvious.
We made it to the hotel, which wasn’t very far from the Pullman Center anyhow, and up to our room.
I texted Walt again once we were there, while Enzo ordered room service.
I just wanted my brother to know, again, that we were behind him all the way and would help him stand up to Dad if that was what he wanted to do.
By the time a hotel staff member arrived with a cart containing everything Enzo had ordered, Walt texted me back with, “I’ll think about it. Thanks.”
It wasn’t the greatest answer, but at least he’d finally texted back.
“Was that Walt?” Enzo asked once I sat down at the table for dinner.
“Yeah,” I said, wishing I had something better and more comprehensive to tell him. “I think he’s coming around? Maybe?”
“He’ll see the right way forward,” Enzo said, digging into his pasta.
“Are you sure?” I asked, tucking into my supper, too.
Enzo grinned, and when he’d swallowed, he said, “I might have been texting him off and on today, too.”
My heart swelled with pride in my omega, and with love.
Love wasn’t really what I’d expected from this whirlwind…
it couldn’t even have been called a romance with Enzo.
I’d bashed into his life like a shot fired from a cannon—and considering the way we’d played during the omega auction, that analogy wasn’t so far off track—and here he was, trying to solve all my family’s problems in time for some wonderful, Christmas movie worthy reconciliation.
All while trying to conceal his problems from me.
Which I wasn’t so pleased about.
“Okay,” I told him once supper was over and we’d made a start on cleaning up after ourselves so that the hotel staff wouldn’t have so much to do in the morning. “Time for your confession.”
Enzo had been smiling and off in his own thoughts as we’d tidied up, but now his smile dropped and he turned to glance warily up at me. “Do I have to?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, borrowing a little from the character I’d played during the auction. I just had the feeling it was appropriate for the moment.
Enzo gulped, but not just because he knew it was time to pay the piper. It looked like my little dominance play did all the right things for him.
Why not take that a little farther?
“Go into the bathroom and draw a bath for us,” I ordered him. “I want you naked and kneeling next to the tub by the time I get in there.” Yes, I’d been reading up online about how Doms behaved with their subs.
Of all things, Enzo actually looked relieved. “Yes, Master,” he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Go!” I snapped, pointing to the bathroom.
Enzo scrambled to do as I said. I checked the kitchen area one last time before walking slowly after him into the bedroom, giving him a head start.
As the water turned on and ran in the bathroom, I took off my clothes and put them away.
I loitered in the bedroom for a bit until I heard the water turn off, then I squared my shoulders and stomped into the bathroom like we were playing some sort of scene. Because, really, we were.
The sight of Enzo kneeling so perfectly beside the full, bubbly bathtub had my cock twitching with interest. It was almost comical how calm and happy Enzo seemed when he had been so tense all through supper.
“Into the tub you go,” I said, gesturing for him to get in before I followed.
“Yes, Master,” Enzo rushed to obey, although he looked a little confused. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get you all warmed up before we take our bath?” he asked, nodding to my slowly increasing cock.
“No,” I told him firmly, getting in the tub with him.
“I give an amazing bathtime blowjob, you know,” he added as we both sat in the water. “I can hold my breath for—”
I pressed my fingers to his lips as we settled sitting facing each other. Enzo cheekily sucked my fingers into his mouth the way he liked to do. It was a tempting invitation to play, but it was also a distraction from what I really wanted.
“Tell me what you’re trying so hard not to tell me,” I said, removing my fingers.
Enzo let out a breath, his shoulders sagging and his character dropping. “It’s so embarrassing,” he mumbled.
I grabbed his legs and pulled him forward until he was straddling my hips. It was a good thing the bathtub was large. We were able to sit with our legs curled around each other like a basket, which also meant Enzo couldn’t squirm away or avoid me.
I clamped one hand around his jaw and forced his head up so he had to meet my eyes. “Tell me. Who was the guy under the streetlight?”
“Rick Deluca,” he said quietly.
I remembered the name from before. “And who is Rick Deluca?”
“Honestly, I don’t really know for sure,” Enzo said, gazing guiltily up at me. “He’s some guy I ran into at a bar when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself.”
I grunted, filling in the story for myself. Not a dating service after all. He was some seedy alpha cut from the same cloth as Enzo’s dad who probably wanted to get with him, possibly in a threesome with some other alpha?
I was wrong.
Enzo’s face flared red. “I was having a really bad day. More bills had arrived, Mr. York was giving me a hard time at work, and Mr. Tindall was being his usual creepy self. I made the comment that I wished I could just sell myself to some Dom who would run my life and take care of everything so I would never have to think or worry about anything ever again.”
“Enzo,” I said warningly.
He looked even guiltier than before. “Rick said he knew someone who dealt in omega trade.”
“Enzo!” I couldn’t believe my clever, brave omega would even consider something so dangerous and horrible.
Then again, he did belong to the Dark Fantasies Club. Enzo’s idea of what was acceptable wasn’t on the same page as mine.
“I never told him I wanted to go through with it,” Enzo insisted, his words gaining a little strength. “I only said I would think about it. I…I joined the omega auction because I wanted to see if I could really go through with something like that if it was real.”
“And could you?” I asked, trying not to feel hurt.
“No!” he insisted. “That’s what meeting you taught me. There’s no way on earth I could ever actually be a sex slave.” He paused, looked deliciously coy, and said, “Unless I was your sex slave.”
“But this Rick person thought you were serious,” I said as the pieces fell into place.
“Yeah, even though I insisted I wasn’t.”
That wouldn’t have mattered to someone like that. They would have snatched him up off the streets and sold him anyhow, whether he wanted it or not. They would have done it already if I hadn’t come along and claimed Enzo first.
Another piece fell into place. “Your dad is involved in this, too, isn’t he.”
“I don’t know for sure,” Enzo said. “I think so. I think he must have found out, and now he’s trying to collect the money for me.”
“I don’t want you ever talking to him again,” I said. “Even if he is your father.”
“I’m fine with that,” Enzo said, sounding gloomy. “I can’t believe I got myself into this mess.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I said. “You could have been seriously hurt.” He still might be in danger. I would have to see if I could find out more about Rick Deluca, including what it would take to get him to leave Enzo alone permanently.
As if I didn’t already have too many things on my plate.
“You realize I can’t let this go without punishment, don’t you,” I said, back in my shiny, new Dom persona. If Enzo needed me to be this person to keep him out of serious trouble, then I would do it.
“Yes, Master,” he said, trying to look penitent but looking excited instead.
The little fantasy I’d developed over the last few weeks niggled at the back of my mind again. I grinned at him, then surged forward, manhandling Enzo over the back edge of the tub so his hips were lifted out of the water. There was no time like the present to make a point.
“You are mine, omega,” I growled, slotting myself into place behind him and pushing his hips wider with my thighs. “What is it going to take for me to show you that you belong to me and me alone? I bought you, and I’m not selling you or giving you away. Ever.”
It was lucky that the bathtub was partly sunk into the floor and that it had a wide, tiled ledge around it on all sides.
That made it easier to bend Enzo forward instead of smashing him into the wall.
It was also lucky that someone had placed a padded bath cushion against that side of the tub.
That way, Enzo’s belly wouldn’t slam up against the hard edge of the tile as I clamped my arm around him and shoved hard into his tight hole.
He cried out in surprise as I pushed hard past his ring of muscle. His body wasn’t exactly ready for my invasion, but he went wet with slick after the first few thrusts.
“Mine,” I growled as I pounded into him. “My omega, mine!”
Enzo made every sort of wild, sexy, pleading, fake scared sound I could have hoped for as I fucked him.
We could pretend it was a punishment for his rash actions before we’d met, but that wasn’t kidding anyone.
He loved being taken that way, I could tell.
His body went limp, but better than that, the bond that had been flirting between the two of us for weeks coiled tighter and took on a more substantial form.
“Mine, mine, mine,” I gasped as I started to come, emptying forcefully into him.
“Yes, yes,” Enzo grunted in time to my thrusts. “Yes, Master.”
His cries took on a whole new intensity as he started to come, too. I felt so proud and powerful that I thrust harder until my balls were empty of everything they had. Then I sighed heavily and sank back into the still-warm water, my sweet, reckless, wonderful omega in my arms.
“Never do anything like that again,” I panted as we settled into the water, my body wrapped around his.
“Never,” he repeated. “I’m yours now.”
I smiled and squeezed him tight. He was absolutely mine now, but I could see I was going to have to keep things spicy between us to stop him from getting restless.
I had no problem with that.